Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Although he couldn't see Anbennola's face, Fang Bailu inexplicably felt that her eyes must be meaningful at this moment.

Dazzling patterns, graphics, words, symbols, color blocks, garbled codes, geometric shapes...appear alternately on Mr. Kui's scarf like a kaleidoscope.

A man in white cloth who was kneeling quietly on the ground suddenly trembled all over, and dark red spots came out from the white cloth from the inside out.

It was as if someone picked up a brush in the void and splashed ink on the white cloth.

A dot, a horizontal line, a horizontal hook...

The blood of the man in white cloth is just about to write the word "方"!

Fang Bailu was stunned - he had never thought that his identity might be exposed like this.

Buzz!

A faint smell of burning wafted from beside me——

The flying sword "Orchid" has already emerged from Anbennola's sleeve, and the pale light is about to condense into a sword blade around it.

Fang Bailu grabbed Anbennola's arm and whispered:

"Wait a minute! Wait until he finishes the divination."

If we kill Mr. Kui now, we will inevitably be hunted down by the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association.

Fang Bailu decided to wait a little longer:

The home divination machine purchased by the previous owner was working well.

Until he got inspired and used the home fortune-telling machine to tell Fang Bailu's fortune - but he didn't expect that the memory of the fortune-telling machine was burned.

Later I changed to the second and third one, but the result was the same...

At that time, Fang Bailu and the former store owner had an idea:

Perhaps, Fang Bailu's destiny was confused.

pat!

With a wet bang, the head of a man in white cloth exploded like a smashed watermelon.

The blood was like turning on a faucet, instantly dyeing the white cloth red.

The character "方" that was about to be completed could no longer be seen.

Mr. Kui's head was shaking violently from side to side - as if there was a mouse in his brain trying to escape.

The countless chaotic characters before all disappeared at this moment, and drops of blood slowly seeped out from them.

Soon, his handkerchief was covered with spots of blood.

Clap!

With another popping sound, another man in white cloth fell to the ground with a thud, twitching continuously.

I don’t know if it was Fang Bailu’s illusion, but there were fewer blood spots on Mr. Kui’s handkerchief.

"Stand back... Mr. Kui has suffered a backlash and is using the little ghost to ward off disaster."

"Little ghost... Could it be that Mr. Kui is practicing raising little ghosts?"

Anbenola raised his robe sleeve to block Fang Bailu, then moved closer to his head:

"Is this... also in your plan?"

Fang Bailu remained silent and did not comment:

He just felt that there was a possibility that Mr. Kui's divination might fail, but he was not 100% sure.

If there is no backlash in the end, it is just a matter of whether Anbennola's "orchid grass" will bleed sooner or later.

Mr. Kui, who was in the state of divination, could not survive from the flying sword.

At worst, I can find a way to conceal it from the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society after killing them...

After two white cloth men fell down in succession, Mr. Kui seemed to have recovered his breath:

All the blood-red spots on the face towel disappeared, and it turned back into a completely white and smooth square towel.

Mr. Kui was silent for a while, then stood up.

The remaining two white cloth men suddenly rushed out and hugged the other two companions who fell to the ground.

The sound of beast-like chewing echoed in the outer hall.

The strange thing was that Fang Bailu couldn't tell that the man in white cloth had a mouth, or where the chewing sound came from.

But the two corpses on the ground seemed to be bitten and swallowed by the teeth of some giant creature, and finally melted into the body of the man in white cloth bit by bit.

"It turns out that what the gang leader said about all the gang members being killed in the outer hall was true...but the bodies were all eaten."

Fang Bailu looked at the drops of blood in the cracks of the floor, which were slowly licked clean by the man in white cloth, and felt horrified.

"Someone confused the heavens. I was bitten back."

Mr. Kui put his thin hands behind his back and walked in front of Fang Bailu and An Bennola.

"You might be right. Regardless of whether there is a spy in the research group, there is a lot more to this matter. There may even be some powerful person involved..."

Mr. Kui's head moved up and down, as if he was looking at Fang Bailu through the veil.

"You are quite interesting, Taoist boy."

"Then I will take this body back to the research institute."

The only two remaining men in white cloth lifted up the corpse of the living dead together.

"Outer sect Taoist priest, the research institute will remember your help this time."

He turned around and left Fu Yisheng with the two men in white cloth.

Chapter 32 Seeking the Skin of a Tiger (Part )

After Mr. Kui left, Anbenola suddenly spoke:

"Mr. Kui said that the secrets of heaven are confused. This is the first time I have seen it. Did Boss Fang do it?"

Fang Bailu sat down against the wall. The fear he had just felt when he was about to be exposed made him feel a little uncomfortable:

"No... the fortune-telling machine in the store broke down as soon as it started telling me to do something. The software inside was the Plum Blossom Divination. Anyway, we got away with it."

Anbennola remained silent, as if trying to understand Fang Bailu's answer.

Divination is full of randomness. The more specific the answer is, the more computing power and cache will be consumed, and the more cost will be paid.

It seems that even Mr. Kui cannot afford the "ticket" required to get the answer to Fang Bailu.

Anbenola put his hands into his sleeves and changed the subject:

"The body you dragged out is the one I dumped in the south of the city. I didn't expect to dump it in Fu Yisheng's territory."

Fang Bailu rolled up his trouser legs and looked at the purple bruises around the two blood holes on his calf and thigh: It seems that he is almost recovered.

"Fu Yisheng still had a gang leader and a dozen of his followers left, and they all escaped through the secret passage. The rest, they said, were killed by Mr. Kui."

There is no sentencing for Qigong practitioners in New Malaysia, and Qigong practitioners are usually not included in the scope of various laws.

Anbenola sighed. The mechanical synthesized voice of the mask could not convey her complex emotions:

"It is estimated that once the corpse of the living dead was discovered, it left traces in the sea of ​​information. That's why the research institute found Fuku Yoshikatsu so quickly."

Fang Bailu put on his trousers again and said with some concern:

"If Mr. Kui predicts the murderer who killed the living dead, wouldn't he be able to find you?"

"I found a garbage collector on Arrow Street, and he did it. Then I dealt with him." Anbenola said in a flat voice, as if he was talking about taking out the garbage. "I also destroyed the surveillance system, so divination alone can't find my tracks."

The art of divination is not about inquiring into the illusory laws of nature, but about seeking a result that is known, already known, or will be known among a collection of countless pieces of information.

Everything will leave traces in the ocean of information, and once there are enough of these traces, they can even show all possible futures.

"The research institute actually sent Mr. Kui here... I'm afraid they take this matter more seriously than I thought."

Anbenola began to pace slowly in the outer hall. Fang Bailu felt that this was a sign of her anxiety - usually when she spoke, she would stand like a statue.

"Although Mr. Kui has a strange personality, he is very skilled. Just now, he used the little ghost he raised to replace his own body to resist the information flow disaster of the backlash of the heavenly secrets... I don't know how he did it."

Although Fang Bailu escaped the disaster, he still felt a little disappointed:

He originally wanted to push the suspicion onto the Yanshi Club, using the strategy of driving away the wolf and swallowing the tiger, and perhaps he could solve the two problems on his head at once.

But before he had the chance to put this idea into practice, Mr. Kui went straight to the fortune-telling stage.

When the divination had no results in the past, Fang Bailu wondered if he had not lived in the new century long enough and had not left enough information and traces.

But Mr. Kui's failure told him that perhaps the reason was more complicated...

The sound of raindrops falling was heard - it was raining.

After two days of absence, the rain cast a shadow on Fang Bailu's heart:

It went so smoothly...

Everything went just right.

It started from the rainy night a few days ago in Anbonola, when I was waiting for myself in front of the store...

Although I encountered a lot of trouble, it basically did not go beyond my ability.

Even if I am sometimes incapable of doing it, there will be inexplicable coincidences...

He looked at the rain that formed a beaded curtain and sighed.

"Is there something using me, or protecting me...?"

In the new era, there is no such thing as coincidence or luck.

"Let's go. Register at the research institute."

Anbennola didn't ask Fang Bailu what he was sighing about, and just walked towards Fu Yisheng's door.

"You even managed to deceive Mr. Kui, and you're not worried about being exposed at the research meeting."

Fang Bailu sighed helplessly and followed Anbennola:

“Are you still riding a bike when it’s raining?”

Fang Bailu hasn't looked up at the sky much recently - because as long as he looks up when he is outdoors, he can see the headquarters of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association: Xianying Palace.

It is called a "palace", but in fact it is more like a tower with a wide base.

The lower part of the Xian Ying Temple is thick and wide, occupying a quarter of the entire Kuala Lumpur commercial district.

A skyscraper protrudes from the center, extending into the heavy dark clouds.

Every day, people go to Xianying Palace to donate incense in the hope of changing their fortunes.

Fang Bailu and An Bennola stepped into the gate of Xianying Palace:

Anbenola shook slightly, and the rain on her body rolled down like marbles, leaving not a single drop.

But Fang Bailu was different - the T-shirt he was wearing was soaked through, even the flesh color of his skin showing through.

He had a rubber raincoat that Anbenola had cut off the right sleeve with "blue grass" and could not wear. Who knew that it would suddenly rain heavily.

呲呲呲——

With a slight sound of electricity, a female nun formed by a holographic projection suddenly appeared beside them.

Unlike the low-quality projections with extremely low pixels that Fang Bailu usually saw, every detail of this female nun was clearly visible, almost indistinguishable from a real person.

"Great Master Tuling! Immortal Master, you are here."

The nun bowed deeply to Anbennola, her body bent into a crescent shape.

Everyone in Xianying Palace has a projected female crown beside him or her: this is the artificial intelligence in the main hall of Xianying Palace.

"I'm here to register the agreement on Daochan's shares..."

Anbenola was just halfway through his words when Fang Bailu interrupted him:

"Wait, I'll go donate some incense first."

He pointed to the most crowded area in the main hall - the area for praying for wealth.