Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

There was another, clearer sound.

Zhao Jizi's ten fingers did not pass over the top of his head, but penetrated through the rivets, iron sheets, and the unknown material of the skull. He was still exerting force and reaching forward until his fingers were completely immersed in the base of his palms, making his hands and head merge into one.

Squeak-squeak-squeak…

As Zhao Jizi's two palms suddenly clenched:

Snapped!

The Qi Refiner's head exploded completely. Countless debris flew out from the hole above his head and rushed straight into the sky.

It was already empty. The nourishing device that was originally used to preserve part of the brain tissue; the secondary mud pill that was twisted and deformed by the palm and assisted in storing the soul; the bundles of nerve tubes that originally replaced the nerve plexus and spread to the whole body system but have now broken into pieces; the physical partitions that classified and stored the spiritual system... It was like a treasure chest filled with firecrackers, and they sprayed out of Zhao Jizi's crown indiscriminately.

The strange thing is: although there were no explosives or other materials that could cause an explosion installed in it, Zhao Jizi did not just emit a puff of green smoke above its head and then fall into a permanent shutdown.

Huang Wuye could only understand that it came from the air that was squeezed and compressed in Zhao Jizi's hand when he clenched his palm.

Boom!

With the heavy impact, Zhao Jizi knelt forward diagonally, the front of his knees digging into the ground like the tip of a pile driver, fixing him in a funny posture. Zhao Jizi's huge weight supported his body, so that even if he died, he would not lie down like an ordinary person; but when death came, Zhao Jizi knelt on the ground as if he still had human nature.

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What was going on? How could this Qi-refining master with boundless power and terrifying abilities suddenly commit suicide right in front of Master Huang Wu?

Erni seemed to be as captivated by the scene in front of her as Master Huang Wu. She still kept one hand on the hilt of the knife in front of her and half-knelt.

Master Huang Wu was still immersed in this sudden turn of events and did not go forward to check on Erni's condition.

It was still staring at the fallen and dead Zhao Jizi.

Master Huang Wu didn't know what this Qigong practitioner, who came to Luzon from New Malaysia like him and Erni, was thinking before he died - perhaps he was lamenting the freedom he had finally obtained but suddenly lost.

After all, no matter where Zhao Jizi goes, he is just a handy tool and puppet with amazing lethality. What ambitions did he have before he became like this? How did he make up his mind to transform himself into a fully cyborg Qigong practitioner at the risk of going completely crazy...

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Chapter 282: Eighth Day of Injustice (Fifteen)

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After all, no matter where Zhao Jizi goes, he is just a handy tool and puppet with amazing lethality. What ambitions did he have before he became like this? How did he make up his mind to transform himself into a fully cyborg Qigong practitioner at the risk of going completely crazy...

Mr. Huang Wu never knew the reason behind this.

Thinking of this - even though the enemy had just died in front of him, Master Huang Wu did not feel a bit of joy: he felt a little bit of empathy, and thus felt the deep melancholy that poured into his heart. How can he gain freedom and no longer put his life in the hands of others?

Even the war that was about to end was not its own war...With the blessing of Shannon Buddha, Master Huang Wu didn't even know why he and Erni were suddenly being hunted down endlessly and brutally.

Perhaps because of excessive shock and surprise, Huang Wuye only now looked over Zhao Jizi's shoulder and noticed the Tsomoshi who was still hanging on Zhao Jizi's neck like a "parasite" -

She did not share the same surprise as herself, nor did she feel the sadness or fear of losing her companions: of course, it could also be simply because the head covered by her three strange and bizarre faces could not convey the emotions in her heart very well.

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But the very next moment after Zhao Jizi lost his life, changes also occurred to Somos - perhaps because he did not have complex implants like Zhao Jizi... Somos's changes were not as rapid and terrifying as his.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Master Huang Wu seemed to see the head of Thamos, which was composed of three faces put together, twisting slightly and quietly:

But there was no way and no need to verify it - accompanied by a series of crisp sounds, the head covering of Somos suddenly burst open.

Da, da, da... The three masks that made up the Somos helmet quietly separated from each other in the order of left, middle and right, like torn flowers, and split into three petals; then they fell to the ground silently and lightly.

Then, Master Huang Wu saw the face of Samos for the first time: it was a face covered with scars and cysts.

But if you look closely, you will find those twisted bulges and scar tissues: they are actually facial organs that have either atrophied, necrotic, or merged with the pitted skin.

The eye sockets were empty of eyeballs and had become slightly sunken pits, like the scars left after removing a huge pimple; the nose was no longer erect, but only slightly protruded outward, with two tiny holes at the bottom, but no air was flowing back and forth between them; the lips were no longer full, with only a layer of thin skin like blisters, overlapping each other, but unable to cover the bare gums after losing the teeth, and the mouth without a tongue.

This appearance was repeated three times: there were at least three sets of facial features, divided into three narrow vertical lines from left to right; they were tightly blended together and squeezed into a face that was not very wide, and the chin was even a little pointed.

Because of the excessive damage, Huang Wuye could not even tell the gender and age of the monk.

It was somewhat similar to the face of a burn patient after healing, but not exactly the same; there was a hint of man-made malice and... a sense of design in this face. Huang Wuye even felt that her face was intentionally "made" into this hideous look by someone else.

Her wrinkled face trembled--

Suddenly, Somos opened the three dark mouths below his face:

"Ho, ho, ho. Ha...ah..."

Unlike the gentle and soft voice when he was wearing the hood, the voice of Somos without the hood was hoarse and loud. Even when he was uttering meaningless moans, he still had a terrifying feeling like an animal with its fur standing up to threaten.

All facial organs have lost their original functions and beauty - rather than saying that what is behind the mask is a hidden face, it is better to say that it is just "the contents of the head".

As if he was still shrouded in the sadness of Zhao Jizi's death, Uncle Huang Wu looked at the tragic and deformed face, and his mood became somewhat complicated.

Why did Somos change into such a face? What's her story? And who ordered her to hunt down Huang Wuye and Erni...

Even in this extremely strange situation, Master Huang Wu still felt a little curious——

But nothing is known. At this distance, without any intense movement or fighting, Master Huang Wu could sense the vitality gradually leaving the body of the Somos.

Snapped.

Tsomashi could no longer hold Zhao Jizi's neck and slid down his stiff body; his body, with only the upper torso and hands, fell into the concrete rubble below, stirring up a cloud of dust.

From the numerous orifices on her face - the empty eye sockets, the collapsed nostrils, and the three wriggling mouths - black and red blood flowed out, forming a small pool of blood on her face.

"Gu, Gu Gu..."

As if unwilling, Tsomaos stretched his hands towards the sky with difficulty and slowness, as if he wanted to grab something; but in the end, it only turned into the stretching of his limbs and the twitching of his torso. And such a slight tremor eventually became smaller and smaller - until it disappeared. Tsomaos's hands finally went limp, piled up one above the other in front of his chest.

She seemed to have died.

Master Huang Wu looked at Tsomao warily, keeping his distance: she was not as "damaged" as Zhao Jizi, and it seemed that she might explode at any time.

At the same time, a little uneasiness surged from Master Huang Wu's body - why was Er Ni still half-kneeling there motionless? Even if she was surprised by the sudden death of the enemy, she should have recovered... From this angle, Master Huang Wu could only see Er Ni's back -

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Click.

The sound of stones rubbing against each other:

Tsomos raised her head shakily. Sand and blood mixed on her cheek where it touched the ground, making people feel nauseous because of trypophobia.

"He's not dead yet!"

Master Huang Wu suddenly tensed his body and entered into combat mode again. He observed carefully, but the Thamos did not explode and injure anyone. Instead, he turned his head and looked around. Suddenly, he spoke:

The voice was clear, steady, and a little doubtful; at the same time, it was full of energy, completely different from the weak and dying gasps before...

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"The sea... the bottom of the sea; at the bottom of the sea..."

There were three murmurs in Somos, coming out of her three mouths at the same time; due to the extremely high synchronization rate and the "unison" without any interval, it seemed as if only one word was spoken. This was the first time that the cover head had uttered a word that was not a moan or a gasp after it had separated from her face.

Even though they were at a distance, her voice was still clearly audible to Master Huang Wu. Somos slowly turned his head, as if looking around in confusion; but the meaningless and ambiguous monologue continued:

"The bottom of the sea... the body on the bottom of the sea... there is a body on the bottom of the sea."

Her head was fixed, staring at a certain point in the distant void—

"The body is about to float up..."

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Chapter 283: Eight Days of Injustice (Sixteen)

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The seabed—and the bodies at the bottom of the sea.

Mr. Huang Wu didn't know that at the moment the bomb exploded in Erni's brain, Xiao Yueshuang, a "sheng and dan" from a big opera troupe far away in the city of Manila, whom they had never met, also uttered similar words.

Of course, even if it understood, it would not be able to understand the meaning contained in these incoherent fragments - these seemed to be just some mumblings of a madman before he died.

Perhaps it was just a hallucination before Somos died? After all, unlike the perfectly designed spirits like Huang Wuye, humans always have various problems; looking at her strange appearance and her current hysteria, it is not surprising that she sees subtle scenes that do not exist in the human world.

Master Huang Wu comforted himself in this way, but——

But as these words entered Master Huang Wu's ears, he suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and fear filled his entire body.

"The seabed? What sea? What seabed? What corpse?! Aren't you going to die soon? Why are you still talking nonsense...!"

It opened its bloody mouth with fangs, wanting to shout and question Somos loudly, but all that came out of its throat was a faint whisper that was difficult to distinguish between a bark and a whimper.

Huang Wuye looked at Erni as if asking for help, but the only response he got was a stiff back. She did not react to Zhao Jizi's death or the last breath of Somos's dream.

From just now until now, Erni was like a photo pasted into the reality layer by image processing software, standing there motionless:

Not moving at all.

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As electronic life forms, do spirits really have something like "intuition"?

Master Huang Wu didn't know - but at this moment, he felt that he should have an operating process with a similar principle: when there was a subtle but strange difference between everything and reality, it meant that a danger that he had not discovered was about to happen.

If the death of Zhao Jizi was still within the scope of Huang Wuye's understanding...but the problems of Erni and Cuomoshi were not something Huang Wuye could understand.

It was clearly Erni and Somos who were behaving strangely, and for some reason they both ignored Master Huang Wu beside them, and there was no direct threat; but Master Huang Wu felt as if an invisible giant hand had pinched the back of his neck and pulled him out of reality.

And now, it... Master Huang Wu just wanted to escape from the scene before him that was like a dream and a madhouse.

Master Huang Wu ignored Erni who was still sitting on the ground, and he did not move forward to completely destroy the corpses and dying bodies of the two Qi Refiners.

There was no time to analyze the current situation. Almost subconsciously, it turned around quickly, waving its remaining extended limbs rapidly, and began to run away.

What drove it was fear: the fear that surged like a tide and completely drowned Huang Wuye; at that moment, it had an illusion that its own body was made of fear.

But it doesn’t matter - Master Huang Wu needs to escape from here!

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He sprinted at full speed on the raised road made of collapsed concrete blocks that looked like plum blossom piles; he climbed up the collapsed but still towering water tower, rolled up his twelve auxiliary limbs and then suddenly bounced off, leaping a distance of dozens of meters; he reversed his body's center of gravity, clung to the upturned ground at an acute angle, and ran like a spider.

Mr. Huang Wu felt like he had turned into a shadow, flowing like liquid on the ruins of Manila, quickly spreading through every corner.

Countless times - countless times Huang Wuye felt that he had run far enough or found a safe place to live, and wanted to stop and take a rest; but the instinctive fear was like a needle pricking his back, telling him that he was still far from escaping the deadly threat.

So, Master Huang Wu is still running.

It had never stimulated its body's efficiency to this extent - just as it had never felt the distance of death as it did now: it was as if it was sticking to the back of Mr. Huang Wu's neck and blowing at him.

But Master Huang Wu clearly didn't even know what was chasing him.

"King of Hell, the God of Death, Buddha, the Black and White Impermanence - no matter what it is, please don't take me away!"

It was also during this brief moment that Master Huang Wu had the leisure to think about why he was so afraid of death...

Unlike ordinary spirits: Master Huang Wu's soul had been bound to this body since its descent - Cang Yangzi, its former owner, had never thought of releasing it back into the ocean of digital space one day.

This also makes it, to some extent, more like a real animal... except that its body is not made of pure flesh and blood, but rather precision machinery and special materials; it can run even faster than the fastest creature.

After that, it was captured by a man named Fang Bailu and became his tool.

But Fang Bailu was the same - he had never had much affection for Master Huang Wu; he didn't treat him as a real pet, but he also never treated Master Huang Wu with the respect of a companion...

Not to mention the people around Fang Bailu. Even those who have spoken to Master Huang Wu are few and far between; now it seems that the one who has the deepest friendship with him is Erni.

If one were to use one word to describe Mr. Huang Wu's experience of descending from the warm current of numbers to the human world, it would be...

free.

Master Huang Wu felt the distance between it and the world; it was not accepted, so it could not reject it. After all, it was always just an outsider, never really participating in it.

Even in the fierce battle just now, Master Huang Wu did not feel the slightest sense of reality. Was it Erni and Master Huang Wu fighting against two Qi Refiners? No, in fact, it was just Erni's solo dance, her battle alone...

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