Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Go to the headquarters of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association.

It’s not that he wanted to fall into a trap, but he went to register Anbennola’s investment in Fang’s Hardware Store.

The 500 yuan from Anbennola has been received, and according to the agreement, Fang Bailu must cede % of the shares to her.

This is not because Fang Bailu has a strong sense of contract, so much so that he is willing to gamble with his life. It is because -

There are so many benefits!

Once Anbenola became one of the owners, Fang's Hardware Store became the property of the Qigong practitioner:

Tax exemptions, product agency rights, exclusive advertising channels...

These are the generous benefits unique to the Qigong industry.

At the same time, it also represents a lot of money.

"The only problem is that I have to go to the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association to complete the formalities..."

Fang Bailu shook his trembling hands and wiped his face with a towel.

He had not thought about the dangers involved:

With his identity as a living dead, going to the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society was like a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth.

But as the saying goes: the most dangerous place is the safest place. Registering Fang's Hardware Store as Anbennola's property may help avoid some of the investigation.

After all, the more disguise there is, the less suspicion there is.

"It's dark under the lamp, it's dark under the lamp..." Fang Bailu kept muttering, trying to suppress his fear. "Money rolling in, money rolling in!"

Simply avoiding is not a good solution. Only with more resources can we solve the various crises that are like thorns in our sides.

In this age where money can buy power, Fang Bailu feels that it is reasonable to take some risks.

Besides…if they had the technology to distinguish the living dead, I would probably be lying in the laboratory waiting for dissection.

"Maybe I can get some inside information about the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society."

While Fang Bailu was thinking, a quick ring rang outside the store -

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-"

"Ah, Anbenola is here."

As a hardware store owner who rarely goes out, Fang Bailu didn't buy any means of transportation.

Originally, he wanted to meet up with Anbennola directly at the destination, but with his current thigh injury, it was obviously not suitable for him to squeeze into public transportation such as the subway.

Although Erni and KC had given him a ride before, they were not his full-time drivers after all... and most importantly, they were very expensive!

So Fang Bailu simply asked Anbennola to pick him up.

Unconsciously, the previous feeling of fear mixed with vigilance has faded a lot.

"Hiss!" The wound on the thigh felt numb, itchy, and painful.

Fang Bailu's already limited stock of medicine had been used up completely after the series of battles, and now he had no way to deal with this pain.

He hopped on one foot and pushed open the door:

"Master, give me another injection to relieve the pain—"

Before he could finish his words, Fang Bailu was stunned.

Under Anbenola was a tattered, rusty car.

bike!

The paint on the frame is lifted, but the word "Phoenix" can still be faintly seen.

"Wow...it's a Phoenix?!"

Fang Bailu scratched the tip of his nose, and suddenly he felt that the scene in front of him was full of incongruity, and even the pain disappeared.

He had also imagined what kind of transportation Anbenola would have:

Specially prepared cultivated golden-haired leopards, modified heavy motorcycles, manned flying instruments...

All of these are more in line with Anbennola's temperament and identity as a Qigong practitioner than the...broken bicycle in front of him.

"Um..." Fang Bailu pointed at a bicycle that looked like it had just been picked up from a garbage dump, "Shall we... ride this thing?"

Anbenola kicked down the bicycle kickstand and faced Fang Bailu with a full face mask:

"When Qigong practitioners go to the research institute to pay respects, they all bring a 'relic' with them. If you count yours as a relic, we can walk there."

Relics are a general term for the lost heritage of the old world, such as the creaking old recliner in Fang Bailu's shop.

"This is really an antique from the same era as mine..."

"Then...how about we bring the recliners from my shop over there? And then Master, you can drive...drive your other car?"

What a joke! If Fang Bailu was bumped by the bicycle, the leg bone that had surgery last night would probably break again.

"This is my only means of transportation. Do you want to take it?"

"I had forgotten where she was going. She was always running..." Thinking of the terrifying speed at which Anbennola rushed out from Kuala Lumpur yesterday, Fang Bailu was a little amused.

Fang Bailu carefully sat in the back seat of the car, and the hard iron frame hurt his butt.

"Master, how about I find you a relic for traveling next time? Someone came to the store to sell it before..."

Thorn Lala——

The bicycle shot out of the alley like a rocket.

The howling wind blew towards Fang Bailu, and the air almost condensed into a wall, trying to knock him out of the car.

"Shit! The bike won't fall apart like this?!"

He squinted his eyes and looked under the frame with difficulty.

The bicycle's hinges and pedals were motionless...

Anbenola's feet pedaled quickly beside the bicycle, and the friction of his feet created sparks.

It's not so much that she's riding a bike...it's more like she's running while holding onto the bike.

"Master, you... you don't know how to ride a bicycle?!"

Chapter 28 The Evening Dew Wet My Clothes (Part )

"vomit!"

Fang Bailu leaned against the wall, retching. The nutrient solution was digested very quickly, so what he vomited out was acid.

Before this, he had never thought that even riding a bicycle could cause motion sickness.

"More exciting than riding a roller coaster..."

Just now, Anbennola was "riding" a bicycle, carrying Fang Bailu through the traffic and streets, and his speed was comparable to the modified sports cars driven by the night wanderers when they roamed around at night.

Anbenola stepped off the bicycle, and a wisp of steam came out from the bottom of her feet:

That was caused by the high-speed friction between the soles of her shoes and the ground, which evaporated the accumulated water on the ground.

Fang Bailu patted his trachea, which was still cramped due to vomiting, and raised his head.

A square display screen came into his sight, with a few flourishes of calligraphy scrolling on it:

“Kuala Lumpur Pan-Asian Association.”

This is exactly the headquarters of Fu Yisheng's gang.

Of course, as a gang, it would not simply put its name out there, but instead put on a layer of disguise.

"There is indeed a problem..."

Fang Bailu glanced around. In the past, there were always minions with filled luminous tattoos all over their bodies here, but now there were only a few holographic projections used to welcome guests.

"It seems that bringing Anbenola along is the right decision."

Even Fu Yisheng's gang leader found this a thorny matter. If Fang Bailu didn't have a Qigong practitioner to protect him, he wouldn't dare to go to the meeting alone.

The reason why Anbennola was willing to come along was because Fang Bailu told her that there was clue about the immortal's physical body.

This is not something Fang Bailu made up out of thin air:

The recent unusual behavior of various gangs in Kuala Lumpur indicates that some undercurrents are surging in the underground network.

Sometimes he is even more informed about the gang's news than Bai Lu.

If the immortal's flesh body is really as Ambonola said, it will stir up a storm among the various forces in New Malaysia.

Then the gang must be one of the first groups to be affected by the wind.

A red line swept up and down Anbenola's mask:

"There are other Qigong practitioners here."

Fang Bailu was stunned.

"What kind of trouble involves a Qigong practitioner? What kind of trouble has Fu Yisheng gotten into?"

He tapped Ambenola's ears and lips:

"follow me."

Since there were Qigong practitioners nearby, there was a risk of anything being overheard, so Fang Bailu used this gesture to signal Anbennola to be careful with his words.

Most of the Qigong practitioners in Kuala Lumpur are members of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society. Others either practice on their own or, like Anbennola, stay in the research society without joining.

"Maybe this is an opportunity to muddy the waters a little more."

Anbenola had already given him painkillers, and his mood had calmed down a lot.

The two men walked into Fu Yisheng's outer hall one after the other.

Fuyisheng's decoration style is very different, with an old-fashioned Pan-Asian style:

The outer hall of about 100 square meters is filled with extremely rare wooden furniture, and display screens on the walls scroll through scanned images of old-world scenes such as "Wu Song Fighting the Tiger" and "The Liangshan Heroes Gathering".

Although there are lights on the ceiling of the outer hall, they are never turned on all year round and only a few candles are lit.

The dim candlelight cast light outward, illuminating the figures standing in the middle.

The man standing in the middle was wearing a washed-out yellow T-shirt, black and red beach shorts, and a pair of flip-flops on his skinny feet. There were spots of stains all over his clothes, and it was unknown how long he had worn them. His limbs were skinny and pale, as if he had not been exposed to sunlight for many years.

Judging from his clothes, he looked like a company employee who was going on vacation. But he was wearing a Taoist hat in the shape of a bucket. The Taoist hat was raised high up, and the Bagua formation was rotating endlessly on the surface. A square scarf hung from the edge, covering his face tightly.

In New Malaysia, Taoist-related clothing is not something you can wear casually.

"This is the Qigong practitioner..."

The few remaining people were wrapped in white fabric, like shrouds for the dead - they were motionless, like wax figures.

Chichichichi - accompanied by a few noises like electromagnetic interference, a line of words slowly emerged on the square scarf covering the face of the Qigong practitioner:

"Infinite Atom Heavenly Venerable! Outer sect Taoist, why are you here?"

"I really don't understand Qigong practitioners. Each one speaks in a weirder way than the other... Is this a mute?"

Fang Bailu secretly complained in his heart.

He didn't expect that other Qigong practitioners also called Anbennola an "outer Taoist priest". It seems that she really has no Taoist name.

The outer gate actually means not yet entering.

"Great Master Turing. Mr. Kui, I am honored."

Anbennola bent down deeply, clasped his sleeves in front of his abdomen, then raised them upwards and bowed.

"A round bow...? It seems that this 'Mr. Kui' is of higher generation than Anbennola." Fang Bailu could see that Anbennola was performing the elder's greeting, which meant that the other party had a higher status and more seniority.

After Anbenola finished his greeting, he stood up straight again:

"I have business dealings with Fu Yisheng, so I came to take a look."

Mr. Kui did not return the greeting, but crossed his thin arms over his chest:

"Who is this person you are bringing?"

Anbennola waved his long sleeves at Fang Bailu and answered very naturally.