Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Raise your right hand..." He imagined his hydraulic biceps contracting, pulling his forearm upwards—

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As Fang Bailu's thoughts turned, the prosthesis slowly bent its right hand.

This "paper man transport" can collect the emitted nerve signals and convert them into machine codes that can be interpreted by Niwan, thereby achieving the effect of remote control of prosthetic actions.

But it is far inferior to "telepathy" and "the ability to know the perception signals of sentient beings in the ten directions of the world". Fang Bailu can only send, but cannot receive information fed back by the prosthesis. Unless it is combined with other reconnaissance equipment, the prosthesis can only carry out this "paper man transport" within Fang Bailu's field of vision.

Fang Bailu continued to experiment with other moves, having a lot of fun - it just reminded him of the remote control cars he played with as a child.

He cleared his throat and whispered:

"Iron Fist!"

The prosthetic body suddenly became shorter - it stepped its feet outward into a horse stance, with its hands clenched into fists and placed at its waist.

Snapped!

It punched out from its waist, making a sonic boom in the air. A strong wind suddenly blew in the windowless apartment, causing Fang Bailu to squint.

"The combination of hydraulic muscles and this kind of fierce boxing style is quite shocking to watch..."

The prosthetic body then practiced the 84-style Iron Wire Fist routine, and the airflow it created made Fang Bailu's T-shirt rustle.

Different from the previous slightly clumsy and slow movements, this set of boxing is swift, sharp and powerful.

The prosthetic body stomped its feet fiercely - this was the finishing move of the Iron Wire Fist.

boom!

With its right paw as the center, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the concrete floor.

The faint sound of the electric erhu coming from downstairs suddenly became rapid, probably protesting against the noise made by Fang Bailu.

"There is nothing wrong with practicing boxing routines, but to counter the moves, you need to fight in real combat to know the effect."

The Iron Wire Fist installed in the prosthesis has been updated to the latest version. Judging from the update log, it has also been specially optimized for confrontation with other manufacturers' boxing or weapons.

"Except for the installed boxing routines, everything else is still a little delayed..."

After some experiments, Fang Bailu found that the nerve conduction electrode was still not as good as Lingqiao, and could not achieve the effect of being as easy as moving one's arm as advertised.

Not to mention that if the physical body also needs to move during control, it will cause disorder in the movement of the prosthesis - it will take some time to adapt to being able to move at the same time.

But compared to the simple intelligence that Niwan has, it is still a huge improvement.

Fang Bailu pulled the hair on both sides of his temples forward, trying to cover the electrode on his temple as much as possible - he planned to wear it recently to adapt to the state of being connected to the prosthesis and multitasking.

"Ah! Speaking of which, the artificial skin that matches the prosthesis is still inside this stomach..."

Fang Bailu opened the cavity in the prosthetic abdomen and took out the artificial skin stacked inside.

He spread out the skin that looked like a one-piece suit and shook it gently.

hum!

The two hydraulic arms of the prosthetic body also swung up and down with Fang Bailu's movements, almost taking his head off.

"I go!"

His unconscious body signals were also transmitted to the prosthesis, causing the movements of both parties to become synchronized.

Fang Bailu was so scared that he took a few steps back before continuing to look at the artificial skin in his hand.

The fight with Mr. Huang Wu a few days ago did not scratch this human skin, and it still feels as delicate as a baby's.

If this skin is put back on the prosthesis, it will have the same appearance as Fang Bailu - just without the body hair and head hair.

This was one of the preparations Fang Bailu had made for the mind copying plan.

The question Anbenola asked when he saw the prosthesis flashed through his mind -

"Do you want to become a demon?"

At that time, a hint of disbelief slipped into her cold and crisp voice.

"The risk of becoming possessed by a demon..."

Fang Bailu had seen many people possessed by demons.

For example, there is a great demand for physical modification among swordsmen, who are a group with a high risk of becoming possessed by demons.

There were several people on his employment list who had to retire because they were possessed by demons.

To a large extent, human emotions are influenced by hormones in the brain, and it is common for drastic changes in the body to cause hormonal disorders: as the saying goes, physiology affects psychology.

As the limbs and organs of the physical body are replaced with prosthetic limbs one by one, or even the soul is directly transferred into the prosthetic body, the impact on the mind often causes violence, self-destructive tendencies, and even other more serious mental illnesses.

This is just one of the many signs of being possessed by a demon.

Therefore, containers such as memorial boxes usually set the thoughts inside to read-only mode to prevent damage to the mind.

If Fang Bailu injected a copy of his own thoughts into the Niwan of the prosthetic body, he would definitely be possessed by the devil as he did not have sufficient alchemy skills.

The mind copy has the same personality, memory, way of thinking and intelligence as oneself. No matter what is in the "three souls and seven spirits" or the Alaya consciousness, it is another self.

"..."

Now Fang Bailu has registered as a Taoist child in the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association, and the situation has eased: at least the investigation from the research association is no longer so troubling.

Therefore, he was somewhat hesitant about whether to implement this plan which was originally intended as a smokescreen.

Once the copying and importing of thoughts are completed, there will be two Fang Bailu in the world - one of whom is destined to become a madman.

“Maybe we don’t have to go this far?”

Ding--

The implanted phone rang like a bowl, interrupting Fang Bailu's thoughts. In the lower right corner of his vision, the words "Outer Sect Taoist Priest" kept jumping.

"An Ben again, whatever I thought came true... Why is she the only one who called me these days?"

Fang Bailu licked his gums lightly and answered the phone.

Before he could open his mouth, Anbenola's low, mechanical voice came first:

"Boss Fang, remember the person whose identity I cannot reveal."

Memories flowed through his mind:

On a rainy night at the top of the oil tower, a synthesized voice came from the broken mask of Anbenola: "The owner of Fang's Hardware Store on Arrow Street is a perfectly resurrected living dead."

"How could I not remember? He's the one behind Anbennola who knows my identity as a living dead..."

"Ah."

There was a sound of dense raindrops coming from Anbonolana:

"Meet at the hardware store. He wants to talk to you."

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Chapter 44: Night Talk in the Rain (Part )

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heavy rain.

The rain was like layers of waves pouring down from the dark gray clouds in the sky to the ground; in a trance, it seemed to have become a transparent entity.

boom!

Flashes of lightning alternately tore through the sky and illuminated the street scene, only to be followed a moment later by rumbling thunder.

Even in Kuala Lumpur, such heavy rain is rare. It seems that there are countless silk threads connecting the sky and the earth, and it is endless.

"Why is it raining so heavily all of a sudden?"

Fang Bailu felt extremely upset, not only because of the discomfort of the heavy rain pouring into the gaps in his raincoat, but also because of the line of people in front of him that separated him from Fang’s Hardware Store.

There was a funeral going on on the main road, with great fanfare. The leading funeral master held up a notice board with both hands, and the eye-catching word "甸" flashed on the LCD screen.

Many filial sons and grandchildren followed behind, and the black gauze wrapped around their arms played a holographic image that scrolled through the relationship between themselves and the deceased.

Suonas blared in unison on the funeral car, and the song "Crying to Heaven" from the loudspeakers blew away the rain in front of the sound source in wave after wave.

The filial sons and grandchildren raised the launchers in their hands and spread the holographic projections of scattered paper money everywhere.

Looking at this slowly moving funeral procession, Fang Bailu was speechless for a moment: This was the first time he had seen such a large-scale funeral procession that was even allowed to advance on the main road.

Although he was wearing rubber rain boots, the discomfort of his feet soaking in the puddles made his bad mood even worse - the rain had already poured in through the gaps in the rubber boots.

I was just about to go to the hardware store to hear what the guy behind Anbennola, who knew that I was a living dead, had to say.

As a result, they were now blocked by the funeral procession that formed a long dragon and filled the street.

"...You didn't receive any notification?"

Alor Street is the only main road running from north to south. If there is a large-scale event that requires occupying public space, notice will be issued several hours in advance.

"The only way to get through this is through the underground passage..."

Fang Bailu turned his head and looked towards the crowded entrance of the underground passage.

People on the sidewalk saw that the road was blocked and went this way.

"Something's not right."

Normally, let alone a rainstorm of this magnitude, even on a rare sunny day, dirty water would often gurgle out of the unmaintained underground passage on Alor Street.

How come there is a large-scale funeral today without any prior notice and the underground passage is suddenly draining so smoothly?

Perhaps stimulated by the previous abnormal feeling, Fang Bailu became extremely sensitive to this kind of strange coincidence.

He stepped directly onto the sidewalk, intending to walk right through the funeral procession instead of taking the underground passage.

Anyway, the funeral car next to them is following the procession at a slow speed, so there is no need to worry about any danger.

But as soon as he stepped onto the road, he regretted it:

The funeral procession, wrapped in coarse cloth and plain clothes, pushed and shoved each other in the water, and carried Fang Bailu forward half a street.

He finally stepped onto the sidewalk at the other end and hurried into the alley.

You can go straight to the hardware store by walking through here.

But as soon as he turned into the alley, Fang Bailu's feet suddenly stopped and he even wanted to step back.

There was a strange picture in front of me:

Several strange men wrapped in pale white cloth stood in the rain, each holding a long stick in their hands. The tops of the sticks were connected with canvas to form a simple rain shelter.

A man was squatting under the awning: the accumulated water covered his flip-flops-clad feet, and his black and red beach pants were half wet from the rain.

His arms were resting on his knees, and the cigarette between his fingers was emitting wisps of white smoke. There were five or six cigarette butts floating in the puddles on the ground, and the tobacco had been soaked by the rain and dispersed.

It can be seen that he has been here for quite some time.

"Well?"

He turned his head, and the square scarf hanging from his bucket-shaped Taoist hat reflected this large interjection.

"Why is this guy here?!" Fang Bailu's heart was filled with fear as if it were a rainstorm.

This is Mr. Kui, the Qigong practitioner from the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society whom I met that day at Fuyisheng.

He was proficient in the art of divination, but in the end he suffered a backlash because he predicted Fang Bailu's mistake.

"How come his followers have become four again?"

"...Master." Fang Bailu cursed in his heart, but he was still ready to take off his rubber raincoat and greet Mr. Kui.

Given his current identity as an Anbennola Taoist child, it would be even more suspicious if he just turned around and left.

"Wait! Don't take it off!"

Mr. Kui threw away the cigarette butt and ran to Fang Bailu in two steps, his slippers creating a splash of water.

The four accompanying men in white cloth moved sideways in small steps like crabs and moved the awning over the two men's heads.