Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"What?! But there are no signs of fighting in the outer hall, and no corpses can be seen..."

Fang Bailu was a little surprised for a moment.

The corner head continued:

"I called you here because I want you to act as a middleman and hand over the body for us. Help us, Fu Yisheng, to preserve the last bit of incense..."

Chapter 30 Seeking the Skin of a Tiger (I)

If what the gang leader said was true, and Mr. Kui started killing people as soon as he entered Fu Yisheng's outer hall,

"You are really old and confused... Even if you hand over the corpse of the living dead, I'm afraid you will be killed."

Fang Bailu glanced at the horn head in the petri dish: He has been in this state for several years. Without a body, the most basic desires such as food, sex and love cannot be satisfied.

But he did not install a prosthetic body, but continued to control Fu Yisheng with his own wisdom.

For him, the continuation of Fukui Sheng is much more important than his own life.

"No... Would such a person pin his hopes on such a naive idea?"

Fang Bailu pondered it again:

"The gang leader must have thought of this. He just wants to use me to delay time. Once I conflict with Mr. Kui, or Mr. Kui checks the corpse of the living dead, they can evacuate..."

"Boss, let's be frank. You sent me more than just a letter asking for help, right? But the other people who came to keep the appointment didn't have the opportunity to enter the inner hall."

If he had not come with Anbenola, he might have been killed by Mr. Kui.

“…Yes, you are not the first person to help.”

Fang Bailu picked up the petri dish containing the head and stared into his eyes.

"You plan to escape through the secret passage with your gang once I drag this body out, right?"

"Humph, you would rather let so many people outside the gang take risks than sacrifice a member of the gang..."

Although he had a good relationship with Fu Yisheng and even knew the password to enter the inner hall, he had never told Fang Bailu about the escape mechanism.

But which gang doesn't have a way to escape? If a rival gang comes to kill them, they won't be able to escape.

The reason why they didn't escape directly was probably because they were afraid that with Mr. Kui's methods and temperament, he would catch up and kill them one by one.

"Wow! Bai Lu, you are really smart, no worse than Xiangdong. Ever since Xiangdong left, I have watched you grow..."

The scars on the hornhead's face were twisted together with his smile, making him look even more weird.

"Old fox!" Fang Bailu cursed inwardly. Xiangfangdong was the former store manager and a descendant of Fang Bailu's family. He mentioned him at this time, naturally wanting to show off his friendship.

"Haha, I remember the gang leader's care. But if you want people to risk their lives, you have to show some appreciation."

Fang Bailu rubbed his fingers together and made a gesture of counting money.

"Otherwise, you can send a gang member to drag the zombies out, and you can also make a feint to the east and attack in the west..."

He was not worried that his life would be threatened by Mr. Kui, after all, Anbennola was there.

Although I am familiar with the gang leader, it is just a business relationship.

Since he wants to take advantage of me, there's no harm in ripping him off.

“Bai Lu, these dozen people are the only elite troops left by Fu Yisheng. They don’t have your ability to move freely among the Qigong practitioners… So, Fu Yisheng will owe you a favor…”

Before the leader could finish his words, Fang Bailu answered decisively:

"Favors, sure! If A does one favor, we'll have a deal."

In the new century, favors can be used as contracts and are protected by official laws. Depending on the severity of the favor, they are divided into several levels: A, B, C, and D.

"Isn't this too much!" Veins popped up on Jiaotou's forehead. No one knew how he did it without a heart. "A favor for a B-class person, plus I'll give priority to you in purchasing goods in the future..."

"Okay! It's settled."

The reason why Fang Bailu readily agreed to trade favors was also to put the other party at ease.

After all, if people die, what's the point of favors? Fang Bailu will naturally try his best to help them evacuate.

This favor can be exchanged for an opportunity in the future, allowing Fu Yisheng to spend half of his manpower or financial resources to assist the other party, Bai Lu.

If it is Class A, it means all human and financial resources. If the other party does not comply, they will face a comprehensive wanted list from major companies.

"I don't know what kind of mentality the person who would make such a law has..." Since he woke up, he has seen a lot of strange laws and rules.

Fang Bailu originally wanted to use a clue to make an encrypted call to Anbennola to ask about the situation in the outer hall, but he gave up the idea.

Yixianqian can only be used three times on a person - once three times are used, the matchmaker will judge that "the marriage is done" or "there is no destiny", and the service will no longer be used to contact each other.

So even though the notebook with the password was in his pocket, he did not contact Ambenola.

"Okay, I'm going back to the outer hall." Fang Bailu squatted down and adjusted the canvas on the zombie's body; "As soon as I go out, you guys evacuate immediately."

……

Fang Bailu grabbed one end of the canvas and dragged the zombie's body out of the corridor with difficulty.

If Anbenola had not given him an injection of painkiller before, his injured leg would not have been able to drag the corpse.

Mr. Kui was pacing in the outer hall, occasionally reaching into his T-shirt to scratch it. The four people wrapped in white cloth behind him followed his steps.

Ambenola rolled up his sleeves and stood straight in the corner of the room.

"Take money from others and help them get rid of disasters..."

Fang Bailu took a deep breath and then shouted:

"Master! I brought the living dead out!"

This was the line he decided on after careful consideration.

Although Fang Bailu had prepared himself mentally, he was still nervous when he mentioned the word "living dead" in front of the Qigong practitioners in the research institute.

Mr. Kui turned his head suddenly with such force that Fang Bailu thought his cervical vertebrae were about to break - in an instant, the air was filled with the crackling sound of electric currents, and the square scarf covering his face that hung down from his Taoist hat floated with countless chaotic characters, like fish swimming in the deep sea.

Buzz! On the Bagua diagram on Mr. Kui's Taoist hat, the hexagrams lit up one by one.

A man in white cloth behind him suddenly crouched down on all fours, like some kind of wild beast. He bounced up diagonally, kicked the wall with his four limbs, and rushed towards Fang Bailu as the wall cracked.

In a flash, the man in white cloth was about to pounce on Fang Bailu——

Boom!

There was a loud bang and countless fragments flew out, hitting Fang Bailu so hard that his whole body was in pain.

He opened his eyes and fanned away the dust and sand with his hands.

In front of her was Anbennola, who had her back to her. Before the white cloth man could catch Fang Bailu, she slammed him against the wall.

"Mr. Kui, let's talk it over. Why bother with violence?"

Anbenola used his right elbow to hold the wildly dancing white cloth figure against the depression in the wall. The voice coming from the mask was still low, mechanical and calm.

"Article 7 of the 18 core rules and regulations of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association states: 'Unity and friendship, mutual assistance, and joint construction of an advanced cultivation culture.' How can Qigong practitioners fight each other privately or engage in combat?"

"When did Anben become so eloquent?" Fang Bailu exhaled softly. Although he knew that Anben Nora would not let him die, he was still frightened.

The hexagrams of the Bagua diagram on Mr. Kui's Taoist hat dimmed one by one. The man in white cloth who rushed over also stopped struggling.

"How did your Dao Tong know that the research institute was looking for the living dead?"

On Mr. Kui's handkerchief, these words appeared very slowly. Then the words slowly disappeared, leaving only a huge question mark.

Before, Fang Bailu only said that he would ask Fu Yisheng's men to go out and surrender on behalf of Mr. Kui, and Mr. Kui did not mention the word "living dead" at all.

Fang Bailu directly mentioned the living dead, first of all to attract Mr. Kui's attention, so that Fu Yisheng and his men would have time to evacuate.

But more importantly, it has to influence, delay, and confuse the research institute's investigation into the living dead.

"Okay, time to muddy the water a little more..."

Fang Bailu took a deep breath and ignored the question raised by Mr. Kui:

"Master! If my speculation is correct, a person who has awakened from a white coffin has appeared in Kuala Lumpur without any symptoms of Alzheimer's disease or brain death."

"That is what we call... a perfectly revived living dead."

"That living dead is me..." Of course, he wouldn't say that.

Chapter 31 Seeking the Skin of a Tiger (Part )

A few candles flickered, and the dim light made Mr. Kui look a little scary.

After listening to Fang Bailu's appalling speech, he did not answer, not even a reaction.

Anbenola gently retracted his elbow from the white cloth man's neck and added:

"Although I am just a Taoist priest, I also spare no effort in the affairs of the research association. My Taoist child is naturally the same."

Without Anbenola's grip, the man in white cloth returned to his stiff state. It moved slowly and stiffly, retreating to Mr. Kui's side.

Mr. Kui's face towel flashed:

"You go on."

"But the living dead who was perfectly resurrected was not this old gentleman."

Fang Bailu squatted down, lifted the canvas covering the corpse and showed it to Mr. Kui.

The zombie was completely naked, revealing several horrifying bullet holes on his chest, and his loose skin was covered with age spots.

"Maybe not as old as me." After all, Fang Bailu is over 700 years old.

"I checked and found only the bullet tip in the bullet hole but no fabric fragments from penetrating the clothes, which means the deceased was naked when he was shot."

Fang Bailu then showed the soles of the corpse's feet to Mr. Kui:

"And even though he didn't have shoes, there were no scratches on the soles of his feet... It was obvious that he was killed first and then thrown there."

Fang Bailu said righteously:

"I'm afraid someone is using this corpse to confuse people on purpose! If the news that the research institute is looking for the living dead is not known to outsiders, there is even a possibility that a traitor has appeared in the group!"

"Well, in a sense, Anbenola is indeed a spy in the research institute..."

"Okay. That's enough."

Mr. Kui raised his hand impatiently.

"Bring me the body and I will judge."

Mr. Kui sat cross-legged with his hands clasped in a seal.

"Outer sect Taoist priest, I want to start a divination. Please protect me."

"Divination?"

Ask the infinite sea of ​​information in digital space for the secrets of nature and transform them into a form that humans can understand...

Unlike Fang Bailu's previous life, the divination and Taoist magic of the new century is not about playing tricks.

Divination has long been part of thousands of households - the previous owner once bought a home fortune-telling machine for the store to predict daily fortune.

As the words faded away, the Dao Jue in Mr. Kui's hand kept changing -

The Bagua diagram on the Taoist crown decomposes and unfolds like an opening flower.

Sections of light appeared behind his neck and then split into four beams.

The four servants, wrapped in white cloth, knelt at the four corners of the old man's body in the east, south, west and north directions.

They stretched out their hands wrapped in cloth and gently placed them on the four corners of the body.

Only now did Fang Bailu discover that a nerve line divided into four sections extended from Mr. Kui's spiritual orifice and connected to the four men in white cloth.

It was too dark in the outer hall before, so visibility was low and Fang Bailu didn’t see it.

"Maybe it's some kind of spiritual practice...?"

Although he was well-informed, the practice of Qigong practitioners was a mystery to him.

"Mr. Kui wants to use the corpse of the living dead as a ritual object to directly predict the target..."