Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

With a slight sound, Cang Yangzi exploded into countless dust particles like a punctured balloon.

His electronic body could not bear the terrifying amount of information and collapsed.

"Can't look at Him! Can't look at Him! Can't look at Him..."

Mercy Knife prostrated himself on the ground, shielding his face with his arms.

He had never seen such a scene before - the electronic body had no tear glands, otherwise he would have burst into tears.

"Uncle Fang...Uncle Fang, save me..."

Chapter 38 Do Not Look (Part )

"Uncle Fang, save me...save me..."

The Mercy Sword, crawling in the endless yellow sand, muttered to itself for an unknown period of time, but nothing happened.

He stretched out his hand and carefully picked up some of the data streams that were diffused around him: He couldn't look up, otherwise he might repeat Cang Yangzi's fate.

After some careful searching, Mercy Blade, feeling that everything was fine, finally mustered up the courage to raise his head:

The sky that had been torn apart before has returned to its original state, with a square entrance and exit suspended above.

The "thing" that just tried to squeeze into the memory space has left.

Mercy Knife felt relieved and fell on his back.

After hesitating for a while, he carefully touched the position of his left eye with his finger:

There was no sunken eye socket, nor was there a bulge of an eyeball, just smooth skin. The Mercy Knife pressed gently: it felt hard, as if there had never been a place for an eye socket in the skull.

The visual processor that caches visual signals has been completely burned out, and this is also reflected in his electronic body.

"He..."

A feeling of relief after surviving a disaster surged in his heart, and he couldn't help scooping up a handful of sand and letting it fall through his fingers.

"Um……?"

Something is wrong.

Mercy Knife turned over and lay in the sand, grabbing handfuls of sand and sprinkling them on his palms.

He put his only remaining right eye close to his palm, and the illusion of his heart pounding hit his mind like a drum.

"Impossible... No way..."

Mercy Knife picked up a grain of sand between his fingers and pointed it at the beam of light shining down from the ceiling:

That was not real sand, but a Chinese character: "Wish".

He picked up one grain after another and examined them carefully: fold, tour, regular, fight, play, sell, special…

Mercy Blade kept searching around, trying to find a normal grain of sand, but -

Every grain of sand in this boundless desert seems to have turned into words.

Mercy Blade shook off the sand in his hand and shouted with a voice mixed with crying and panting:

"System self-check!"

The light in front of him twisted and turned into a narrow mirror more than one person tall, reflecting the electronic body of Mercy Blade.

Dedededede…

Mercy Knife seemed to feel his own teeth knocking up and down, and cold sweat soaking his clothes: but this was just his brain feeling his fear and mobilizing his past memories and feelings.

In the mirror, his electronic body was covered with tiny bumps, densely spreading from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. It was much more serious than the dermatophytosis he had contracted in the capsule room when he was a child.

Each tiny bump is a Chinese character, just like those grains of sand.

Mercy Knife dug his hands into the skin and scratched with his nails as hard as he could: large pieces of skin and muscle were torn off by him and turned into data streams and disappeared without a trace.

He is cleaning up his system code layer by layer.

With a teeth-grinding sound, the skin and muscles on his chest were dug through, revealing dark golden bones: this was the underlying framework of his electronic body.

But on these bones shining with gilded light, words are neatly arranged one after another.

Even the most basic code contains a lot of meaningless data.

"My physical body...wouldn't it become like this too?"

Mercy Blade just felt dizzy.

These grains of sand in the desert should be the embodiment of blank sectors in the memory.

Once information is written into it, the grains of sand condense together to form a stone tablet.

But every grain of sand turned into words... Mercy Blade could only guess that the memory was filled with endless waste information or garbled code.

"But why is my electronic body still running well...?" He was puzzled.

Mercy Blade stumbled towards several stone tablets in the center of the desert: those were the contents originally stored in the goblin's memory.

The cleansing of his own code in a state of frenzy and fear had also caused damage to the node jumping algorithm. So now he was walking unsteadily, as if he had lost his sense of direction.

Mercy Blade wanted to vomit to relieve his nausea, but nothing came out. Even if it was an electronic body, it couldn't vomit out garbage data.

"really……"

He gently touched the stone tablet covered with tiny bumps: the memory tablet that was supposed to be stored in encrypted form was now covered with meaningless Chinese characters just like his own body.

The memory information stored in it may never be retrieved again.

“I still can’t help Uncle Fang…” Mercy Knife let out a long sigh.

This spiritual journey was full of dangers, but in the end he only got the Taoist name "Cang Yangzi", his identity as a Qigong practitioner, and his strange appearance.

What exploded into dust before was just a copy of his mind. As for his mind's original body and physical location, there is still no clue.

"That Cang Yangzi mentioned the body outside the body..."

Thinking of the huge goat head and deformed limbs, Mercy Blade couldn't help but feel a little nervous:

If he is really a Qigong practitioner who specializes in the out-of-body experience and has cultivated to the point where he can incarnate in a digital space, then it is not surprising that he has run into an iron wall...

“Woo! …Woo!!”

A dry and thin wailing sound came from between the stone tablets.

It was an iron cage about one meter square, with a yellow dog curled up inside, whimpering softly. Its fur was curled up and swollen, with each hair curled into the shape of a character, and where the eyes used to be, there were only two empty pieces of skin.

It is obvious that this yellow dog also experienced the baptism of "Him".

"Your name is... Master Huang Wu, right?"

Mercy Knife squatted down and looked at the yellow dog whimpering in the iron cage. This was the true form of the spirit, which had been downloaded into the memory and saved.

This is not the "five big families" commonly seen among monsters: fox, weasel, hedgehog, snake, and mouse; but a local dog.

"Is this a newly created type of spirit?"

As its memory was damaged and its language modules were lost, it can only make meaningless barks.

When seeing a monster, the Compassion Blade would subdue it directly. Whether sending it to the Buddhist sect for salvation or handing it over to Constable Turing, they could get a lot of benefits.

But today, when he saw the pitiful appearance of the yellow dog, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sympathy.

Mercy Knife stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the iron cage: with a buzzing sound, the iron cage scattered into data fragments and disappeared without a trace.

This was originally an AI lock that combined more than a dozen encryption measures, but after being baptized by "Him", the inside was riddled with holes.

Otherwise, with Cang Yangzi's means, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to open it so easily.

The yellow dog jumped out of the iron cage and rubbed its nose against Cibeidao's feet. Its tail was wagging from side to side, and it was obviously very happy.

"When I'm offline, I'll clean you up and give you to Uncle Fang as a guardian..."

This can be considered as a kind of compensation for the other party, Bai Lu. After all, the spirits are also quite valuable and can be used in electronic warfare and conflicts in the real world.

It just needs to be moved into a new memory bank - the current one obviously can't be used anymore.

"How strange, how strange... Alas, I pity the foolish people in this world who do not know the gods in the underworld... Today I have the opportunity to see the gods in heaven..."

Compassionate Blade quietly repeated Cang Yangzi's words, unable to understand what they meant.

"What on earth is He?"

and many more……

"Him?"

When Mercy Blade was thinking in his mind before, he had always used the sound of TA. But now after thinking carefully, it was not referring to "it" for foreign objects, or "he" and "she" for other humans.

But it is "Him".

But Mercy Knife didn't know why he used this word.

The color beyond the spectrum...

Just thinking back made Mercy Blade feel annoyed. But he continued to try to recall the previous scene:

Smooth, sticky "hands"...

"No, it's not smooth..."

It is because countless fine details come together that it appears smooth.

As he thought more deeply, Mercy Blade felt a sharp pain in his head, as if it was about to burst.

"I can't think about it anymore!"

Although Cibeidao is very curious, Fang Bailu has taught him many times that excessive curiosity will get you beaten.

He opened his mouth wide and thrust his hand in. He kept going deeper and deeper, until his entire forearm was in his throat. After a while, Mercy Knife pulled a photo out of his mouth: he had cut out the horrific scene he had seen.

He didn't want to be able to recall that scene after returning to his physical body in reality: the human brain's ability to handle information is far inferior to that of a processor. Mercy Knife gently placed the photo in the middle of the stone tablets: If you need it again in the future, come back to this memory to get it.

Mercy Knife hugged the yellow dog tightly in his arms and looked at the square hole at the top of the sky with his only remaining eye.

"Fortunately Uncle Fang didn't hear it before..."

When Cang Yangzi grabbed his throat before, Compassion Blade tried to transmit information outside his memory body, asking Fang Bailu to help him achieve nirvana.

Fortunately, something strange happened later and the information was not leaked - otherwise it would be ridiculous if Fang Bailu helped him to achieve Nirvana at that time.

"I told Uncle Fang that if you don't come back within an hour, I'll take action..."

It has only been thirty minutes since I started daydreaming.

"Ah... I wonder if that thing is still out there?"

Mercy Knife sat down on the sand while holding the yellow dog: If I run into "that thing" again when I leave the memory...

But he couldn't just go offline here: his memory was now filled with garbled characters and waste data, and returning to reality from here would most likely damage his brain.

Mercy Blade has no intention of becoming demented at such a young age.

At this point, we can only ask Fang Bailu outside the digital space for help.

He knocked on his head, and with a crackling sound, his head turned into a big loudspeaker:

"Uncle Fang! Uncle Fang! Uncle Fang!"

Several huge words popped out from the loudspeaker and flew towards the cave entrance.

Chapter 39: Colors from Beyond Heaven (Part )

Fang Bailu came back to his senses from the dizziness and saw darkness in front of his eyes: he was blind.

This is not physical or physical blindness, but the electronic body is now unable to receive any visual signals.

"Damn it, I thought I was going to die..."

Fang Bailu's brain felt swollen, as if a hundred mice had crawled into his brain through his nostrils and were holding a rock music festival inside.

In the previous "avalanche", the first batch of about a hundred emails, messages and notifications were attached to his electronic body.

Tens of thousands of words of sentences and paragraphs, hundreds of pictures as detailed as those seen by the human eye, and hours of video and music all crashed into his brain and processor cache.