Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Why are you here? Are you dead? Don't tell me you are dead!"

Fang Bailu grabbed the Xihe girl's... no, most of it should be new at this time - leaves and pulled it close to his face.

"What are you doing in my cumshot!?"

Somehow, he felt the reality that he was unwilling to face: what price Xin had to pay in order to appear in his aura. Fang Bailu felt terrified.

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"Promise me, Fang Bailu, promise me! You must remember!"

Xin did not answer Fang Bailu's question, but instead let out a hoarse roar - his hazy head, wrapped in a grid and with no clear facial features, was shrinking.

Xin was like a balloon with a hole in it, gradually collapsing: and his voice gradually became weaker.

"Body...body——Atong needs a new body...healthy and complete——"

call!

Fang Bailu could no longer hold onto the new leaves and vines that made up his body: they were like a retractable measuring tape that was released and suddenly rolled back -

pat.

With a slight sound, it disappeared into the gap of the spine.

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"Shin! Are you still there?"

As soon as reason and lucidity are restored - hallucinations and imaginations will also disappear: perhaps for this reason, perhaps not.

In short, the new vine body that stretched out from Fang Bailu's spine shrank back into his flesh and disappeared without a trace.

Fang Bailu reached his hands behind him again and again, groping up and down - but the gap from which a head had been squeezed out had disappeared; all that was touched was intact skin.

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After that, he repeated this action many times, but without any results.

Whether it was Xin, or before that, the self-proclaimed "Xihe Girl", or even the necklace that came out of its mouth...

It seemed that they no longer existed in Fang Bailu's tortoise breath - did this mean that he had successfully returned to reality? What was reality like? Or was Xinhui annihilated...

Fang Bailu did not delve deeper into this doubt: he knew that as long as he stayed here, on this warm Red River - he would not be able to get the answer.

And now, he was alone again.

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Excessive thinking is a torture and damage to the mind - but now, Fang Bailu has nothing else to do except thinking.

Turtle Breath: What exactly does this mean? Do I need to find some truth or inner peace here before I can escape and return to reality?

What is the unique meaning of these strange, fever-like landscapes? Are they symbols of my subconscious mind? Or are they actually some kind of puzzle that I need to solve before I can leave?

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All these questions and thoughts filled Fang Bailu's brain like cotton wool.

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When there was nothing left to think about, a whole new and interesting topic emerged in Fang Bailu's mind:

A moment ago, he was still a man who called himself Anonymous - although he knew nothing, he did not have so many and dense worries; even if he just went with the flow, he felt good and wonderful: Fang Bailu at this time and Anonymous at that time can be regarded as two completely different people.

Fang Bailu suddenly thought... Was his awakening considered to have taken over and obliterated the position of this short-lived man? Or was he actually his continuation, just like the Nameless could be considered the continuation of the past Fang Bailu?

Then each past and period of my self is also a different individual; just like when I was a child and now I am an experienced adult - but if I think about it this way, where is the smallest scale of difference? Am I already two different people in the last second and the next second?

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Only at this moment, in this strange and monotonous environment - would he have such a strange thought.

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Just as Fang Bailu was still extending his thoughts to a more distant place...

Suddenly——

The bright red river water, which was originally flowing slowly, began to become more turbulent - the surging rapids rushed under Fang Bailu, pushing him far ahead; this sudden change almost made Fang Bailu lose his balance and fall into the river again.

On both sides of the river, those strange and wonderful scenes quickly faded away.

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Chapter 325: Unforgivable Evil (End)

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The river was about to reach its end: Fang Bailu could hear the rumbling sound of water and the rising mist in front of him. This was the largest waterfall Fang Bailu had ever seen, and it was connected to the river, with a perfect circular shape like a carving knife, and the bottomless abyss -

It’s like a giant water park slide in a dream, complete with an exit where the chance of survival is zero.

This is indeed not reality, and it is very different from normal days. Once Fang Bailu realized this, he couldn't help but feel a strange fear:

When he falls into the black pit, will he be awakened, or will he be completely annihilated and return to nothingness? This is a question that cannot be answered in advance.

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But change also represents the emergence of new things: the rushing river eventually brought Fang Bailu to another place.

He suddenly discovered that

At the end of this journey, Fang Bailu seemed to no longer have to face loneliness: the red river gradually began to converge, and he could already see other people soaking in the surrounding river.

However, due to the distance and angle, he could only see the river channels on his left and right sides, which were closest to him; as for those farther away, they became blurred in his field of vision, or only the skull and hair were visible.

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"hey-hey!"

The call came from Fang Bailu's left hand side——

"Here, here! Can you see me? Over here!"

Finally, the distance between the rivers was close enough to wave and say hello: Fang Bailu could see the other person's face clearly.

He is very young - even if you ignore his expression and temperament, you can tell from the acne and pimples scattered on his face, and his voice that is in the process of voice change; even his hair can be seen to be long and messy after being shaved cleanly.

This face... Fang Bailu felt somewhat familiar——

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The boy continued to wave his arms and yell loudly - although at this distance, he didn't need to yell so hard:

"Fuck, I thought I was the only one floating on this river! It's fucking scary, fuck!"

Although the height of people floating on the river cannot be seen clearly because half of their bodies are submerged in water, we can still roughly estimate their height from the length of their upper bodies:

This rude boy should not be as tall as Fang Bailu; but he was flapping and floating up and down in the bright red water; instead, he seemed taller than Fang Bailu.

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Fang Bailu didn't spend much time thinking before he understood the other party's identity.

“Was I always like this?”

Fang Bailu didn't understand. Was it that his memory had beautified his youth, and the child in front of him was the real yesterday? Or was it that the turtle breath was just an absurd distortion based on memories...

He clearly remembered that in those preserved film photos, he had a more pleasing face and was not so vulgar - or had swearing become a catchphrase, making it difficult for people to notice when they spoke?

Fang Bailu roughly estimated the boy's age: probably between the upper grades of elementary school and junior high school... He didn't expect that he would be a bit annoying just by looking at him at that time; it would be even more troublesome to hear him speak.

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Before Fang Bailu could answer, the boy's interest jumped to another direction. He splashed one hand in the river water and waved the other hand up and down at Fang Bailu:

"Hey, hey! Look to your right! That guy on the right is so scary!"

Fang Bailu looked in the direction he pointed:

He was skinny, with skin wrapped around his bulging ribs, almost stretched to the point of being transparent. His limbs were like chicken bones with the good meat removed, slender and deformed; but his lower abdomen was strangely bulging, as if he had just swallowed a volleyball. The man's skin was yellow - not the color of ordinary people's skin, but closer to a dark, rotten orange; it made people feel inexplicably disgusted -

This is the instinctive rejection of the sick by humans... Not to mention, rather than calling this man a human being, he is more like a hungry ghost in religious legends, or a living corpse.

Perhaps it was because it was too quiet that Fang Bailu didn't notice his presence before - but vaguely, Fang Bailu felt that he might have deliberately ignored him.

Just like humans always don't want to recall those painful memories.

Fang Bailu looked at the pupils with thick yellow saturation in the whites: if a fly flew by, it might stay directly on his eyeballs - the man was filled with such deathly aura, as if one could see the world of the dead through him.

Although the other party did not say anything: but he knew who this man was, just as the other party also knew Fang Bailu's identity... Fang Bailu has never forgotten that feeling: ascites, and the pain surrounding the whole body.

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The young man on Fang Bailu's left suddenly shouted again:

"Is he already dead? What should I do?"

The hungry man was indifferent to the cry - he turned his head and fixed his eyes on the empty space in front of him.

Fang Bailu knew that the boy was telling the truth: the actual ending was indeed like this...

This man is also him - he is what Fang Bailu looked like before he went into hibernation, hundreds of years ago.

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The young man on Fang Bailu's left was still clicking his tongue, and it was unclear what he was lamenting about - if he understood that this was the fate that awaited him in the future, I wonder if he could look at it with this mentality?

Perhaps: after all, teenagers are teenagers; they are not intimidated by terror.

But Fang Bailu has been away from that age for a long time; so long that he is completely different from that age, and so long that when it is late at night and everyone is asleep, he feels disgusted with his past self.

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"Hey - hello!"

Fang Bailu shouted at the man who looked dead, pointing his finger at himself:

"I am you too! I am your future, not your past! Do you understand?"

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It seemed like an illusion: But Fang Bailu saw a flash of light in the man's eyes - a little bit of anger. Like everyone else, he also needed hope.

The man who seemed to be dying raised his hand and pointed at his swollen abdomen. A hoarse cry between a gasp and a groan came out of his throat.

“Will I be okay?”

Fang Bailu felt that he read something like this from the man's eyes. But he couldn't be sure, because the pain was too overwhelming, so it could also be...

"Can I be free?"

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Fang Bailu nodded, then turned his head away again.

I don’t know…how would I know?

You died in the end, and I am just a replica of you, with the same soul but a healthy body. How can I know whether death is painful or liberating...

Maybe in the end, no one will know.

So Fang Bailu never turned his head to the right again.

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But the boy on his left was still nagging - especially after hearing what Fang Bailu had said before.

"Are you my future self? My future self?"

Fang Bailu nodded gently, still not turning around to look at the boy. The reason this time was: he couldn't imagine how noisy the other party would become on this topic.

But the young man suddenly fell silent, which was beyond Fang Bailu's expectation. After a long period of thinking, he seemed to be able to pick out one question from many:

"So...how are you doing?"

His eyes were full of concern and hope - but that was probably just the look Fang Bailu subconsciously felt was appropriate for this question. In fact, his eyes were never very lively, nor could they convey many complex emotions.

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