Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Those humans who were swept by the white mist... The most profound impression on the snow ghost was that they all shortened: it was as if they instantly transformed from humans into crouching snakes.

But in fact, they all fell down at the moment when they were penetrated by the white fog - if humans had a power source that powered their entire body, their switch must have been pressed in this second.

It was like the straws that were blown down by the wind...but what suddenly became lowered were the tens of thousands of Taihai chain employees in Guixu.

Of course, the Snow Ghost had never seen anything like it: no matter where in Luzon, there were no such many plants.

Then came the chain reaction brought about by the numerous deaths—machines that lost control and vehicles whose drivers died collided on the planned roads, igniting surging and rolling fireballs: until Guixu was illuminated into a sea of ​​red flames, which then went out soon after.

The corpses of the kings on their thrones twitched unconsciously, causing a loud noise of flesh and metal colliding... reflecting everything, like a death knell for the world.

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"What you saw and experienced was the self-purification process evoked by the British Alchemy Empire - the self-cleansing of the entire dead city... the first stage. There should be three waves in total - but strangely, after the first wave passed, it stopped."

"Have you ever thought about... why all those fat pigs died, and now there is blood and flesh flying everywhere outside - but you, survived."

"Disciple...I don't know."

The Snow Ghost gave an honest response - although she had thought a lot, she still didn't understand why she was able to survive the storm: she didn't even have time to take any countermeasures or react...

The white fog deep in the dead city had already left the snow ghost, carrying with it numerous souls and corpses all over the ground.

Could it be that she was able to survive because of the protection of the Patriarch? This conjecture that flashed through her mind was immediately denied by the Snow Ghost.

No matter how tall and majestic the image of the Patriarch is in her mind, Snow Ghost will not deify him in a supernatural direction.

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"because……"

The long tune chanted by the head ancestor from Pu Wenzhi's mouth interrupted Snow Ghost's increasingly uncontrollable reverie.

"You - Snow Ghost, Employee A, and Somos..."

The names of the three trusted disciples of the clay figurine were whispered from Pu Wenzhi's mouth, which could no longer close:

"You three are actually all me."

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Chapter 309: Greed (Part )

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"It's all me? It's all the Patriarch..."

"..."

The words of the chief ancestor quietly echoed in Snow Ghost's heart once again along with the silence at the moment.

The Snow Ghost did not respond, but simply pressed her forehead a little closer to the ground: this momentary shock caused a fountain of doubts to emerge from her heart - and complete confusion.

She knew in her heart that the Patriarch did not use metaphors or other rhetorical devices to express his meaning.

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"This method is similar to beheading three corpses - according to their messy naming method - but according to the method I figured out, you can be considered another version of me; or, a branch of many 'me's... But I extracted you from my soul and brought your past and body into reality."

"A long, long time ago...I was diagnosed with a problem. It was something like this - a lot of different, different people would talk to me."

"But - I also discovered that there is more than one 'me' in this body. Before I completed the integration of body and mind through the relocation surgery... the other me would occasionally try to control this body."

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"In the past, those white coats said that I had an organic brain disease... but look at me now."

"In these hundred years, I have completely changed my body... Nothing is the same as before. Even so, my problem remains unchanged. In other words, all of me must be added together to form a complete me."

Snow Ghost felt that the head master was smiling - even though he no longer had any observable facial organs.

"It's quite interesting, huh? The human psychology is truly full of mysteries."

Snow Ghost was a little confused by what the head master said: but she did not respond - she just began to gradually dig into the skin where her forehead was pressed with the tips of her ten fingers.

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"You should remember: when you were young, you killed your parents - no, your whole family. In addition to your father and mother, you also have a younger brother."

Of course the Snow Ghost remembers——

This was the nightmare deep in her heart. Even now, decades later, it would occasionally surge up from the bottom of her mind to the surface. She would use the illusory scenes from her sleep to remind herself of what she had done.

But at the same time, this is also the choice that Tsev Rodriguez is most proud of and the one she thinks is the most correct one in her nearly 100 years of life.

After that, she became a disciple of the "clay man" who gave her this choice, and served him for eighty-five years.

"I cut off all the restraints with my own hands and gained the freedom I wanted..."

She recited silently in her heart.

But:

Another answer, like a balloon with its string cut off, rose in Yu Xuegui's heart.

"Shut up and don't say it."

"Shut up and don't say it..."

"Shut up!"

But nothing in the world can be easily changed just because of the whispers in the heart.

Not to mention those heavy and terrifying evil creatures.

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“I woke up: a second birth in Mindanao—I hadn’t actually set foot in Manila until after the three breeding wars.”

"What about you? Tsefu Rodriguez, a native born in the capital of Luzon... She has a younger brother who is four years younger than her, and her parents who have already undergone relocation surgery and are now married."

"That is to say; in fact - I can't meet you at the point in your memory."

"You should remember: when you were thirteen years old, I, the clay man, came to your home in Manila on a hot night. I put a butcher knife in your hand and ordered you to kill all your blood relatives: is that right?"

Most of what the clay man said is correct, except...

"Twelve years old. It's the birthday when I just turned twelve."

The Snow Ghost thought tiredly: She didn't speak, and just wanted to listen - listen to what was behind the veil.

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"The truth is - I had just woken up from hibernation not long ago. You also know how inconvenient it is for a widower to live alone in a world like Luzon..."

"So I want companions, I want strong helpers: but all around me are my descendants who believe in me - and I urgently need them as materials for the migration operation, to fill my body."

"If that happens, I will be alone in the end - what a horrible ending! Because the others who are close to me or connected to me by blood will only end up entering my body and becoming one of my organs."

"How can I drag my heavy and bloated body... to do something that requires a light body and mind? There are too many things in the world that can only be accomplished through cooperation: relying solely on one's own strength, one cannot live long in this world; humans ultimately need to rely on each other."

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"It's really interesting, isn't it? There are so many ghosts roaming in my mind, but I can't find corresponding partners in reality."

“Whether it’s a ritual person or a demon, as the patriarch of a large family, it’s really inconvenient.”

“So I thought: I can use myself as material to create an agent to carry out my own will - those things that I want to be done but am too lazy to do or don’t want to do... Then there will be a me who is capable enough to do it for me. It’s a bit confusing, but if you think about it carefully, it makes sense.”

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"So, you were the first person I thought of. That's not quite accurate - because at that moment, you, Tsev Rodriguez, had not yet entered my mind."

"But after I got a little deeper into the life of Luzon... your image was born. So complete, whether it was your past or the way you met me..."

“A story of resentment, turning point, awakening and redemption - even finding a belief to rely on and a new destination: it was like a reality that happened in another parallel time and space, and I just happened to collect it.”

Snow Ghost felt that the "Kaisasai Mazu statue" stored in the throat pouch outside the esophagus - Lin Mo Niang, who was omnipotent and always gave her comfort and protection in the past, seemed to have become a little too hard, and it made her feel unbearable pain when she breathed.

"You wander in my mind, talk to me, and tell me your obsession. Sometimes, you also occupy my body and use my hands to kill other demons--"

"Like all the other people in my head: but you are the best and most outstanding one born after I woke up. Very complete and independent...None of the other tenants in my head have ever been as eager as you to compete with me for the steering wheel of my body."

"A resentful soul filled with anger at the current situation in Luzon... He has never had the slightest thought of joining my huge demonic body, nor is he bound by any moral or ethical constraints - because he has already crossed the moral bottom line. A person who is willing to offer his blood relatives as sacrifices to himself - with an overwhelming drive, but also with absolute loyalty."

"You are very suitable for me who is just starting out and starting a business. You meet all the requirements of a new demon."

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Chapter 310: Greed (Part )

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"So naturally...I brought you into this world."

The huge mountain-like mass of flesh in front of him was telling a story through its lonely head, as if describing the heroic deeds of his own youth - but what he was saying was clearly the story of the Snow Ghost himself.

This is a usurpation, a plunder... stripping the Snow Ghost of its remaining private property.

Snow Ghost did not eagerly search and examine the depths of her brain, taking out those memories from nearly a hundred years ago when she was still between a child and a girl, and carefully recalling them, re-speculating the gap between them and the truth...

Anyone living in this era - no matter whether they live in the sweltering Southeast Asia or the polar ice caps - would not be naive enough to believe that memory cannot be altered, or that there is a huge gap between fantasy and reality.

In more moments - far more than in the physical world - those memories and past events directly implanted in the soul, or everything experienced on the Internet and in the virtual world...

A pre-written illusion, generated instantly after interweaving with various sensory signals, will be more real than reality, and clearer than yesterday that is played with in the mind day and night.

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Something deeper, hotter and more scorching was brewing in her heart.

Snow Ghost unconsciously put her hands around her throat - she could feel the hard touch of the "Kaisasai Mazu Statue" protruding from the skin:

This tiny statue was made by her own hands when she was young: the material is cheap and fragile resin; it is even toxic when in contact with the human body... But there is a secret that only the Snow Ghost knows -

At the center of the statue, at the core of the solidified resin, is the blunt knife stained with the blood of all her relatives - or, as it were, the remains of the butcher knife.

At least in her memory, that's the case...

For countless days and nights, the Snow Ghost prayed to this scrap iron wrapped with the statue of God, offering his endless thoughts:

Yes, she was just praying to herself, calling upon the power of liberation and struggle from the bottom of her memory - but the snow ghost was still weak and had to wrap herself in an omnipotent shell; even though she also knew that gods did not exist in this world.

There are only humans on earth, and everyone has only themselves... not each other.

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There is a simple way to verify the words of the Patriarch——

As long as the statue of Mazu is smashed and one can see clearly whether what is inside is a roll of scrap metal or an empty interior, the Snow Ghost will know whether all this is indisputably true.

But her hands could only stay on the skin covered with burn marks, trembling constantly...Does it really need to be verified? Should it really be verified? Or should she just face the answer that she already knew in her heart?

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As if he was completely unaware of the Snow Ghost's changes, or didn't care at all, or even just thought that "he" could definitely understand "himself" - the head ancestor was still talking incessantly, wanting to completely reveal the secret that had been hidden from "him" for nearly a hundred years.

"At that time - I remember it very clearly, Mindanao was in the midst of a competition for the franchise of the Taihai chain: all the demons from the depths of the Agusan swamp and the city of Zamboanga went to a deep pit in the center of the dried-up Lanao Lake to fight to the death. Surrounded by monkey-eating eagles, they wanted to become the only franchisee in Mindanao who could represent the Taihai chain..."

"I did not participate in that proxy competition because I wanted to welcome you: my first companion in this new world."

"And before I had completely completed the relocation operation, I stepped into the Mindanao branch of the Fetal Palace in the middle of the night. With my original innate energy, I gave birth to you in the dark blue fetal pool."

"Yes, the soul can also be cut: I copied your existence completely into the newly born body; then I cleared the part of me that was you from my brain through ritual behavior, psychological suggestion, and slight modifications to the striatum, hippocampus and cerebral cortex."

“Since then, we have been together ever since: it has been a beautiful journey, but also a long journey.”

"You are both one of me and my offspring - we are connected by the blood of thought and mind: this also means that you are closer to my existence than these offspring in my body who were born from the womb and birth canal."

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“Human beings—the human heart…the human self is always splitting up endlessly: becoming one thing after another, something that is not the same as it was the moment before.”