Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Mr. Fang! The only old visitor in the whole of Kuala Lumpur! Nice to meet you!"

As sound came out of the mask, the line that acted as the "mouth" opened and closed.

It was clearly a bland, mechanically synthesized sound without ups and downs, but Fang Bailu sensed a hint of teasing in the drawn-out tail tone.

He inexplicably felt that this "thing" must be disgusting.

"……Who are you?"

Fang Bailu folded his arms, a little wary. Although he knew that the "eyes" on the mask were just glowing blocks of color, he still felt a few gazes sweeping across his spine.

"How should I put it? I should be considered your fellow countryman."

A synthesized voice uttered a sharp laugh:

"But it's not about geographical location, it's about time."

……

Fang Bailu still folded his arms, his expression indifferent, but cold sweat oozed out from between his fingers, and he couldn't help rubbing them together.

"……What's the meaning?"

"Ah! Got it... The thousand years have passed, and we welcome the Dragon King to wake up! These people today can't come up with this kind of joke, right?"

The "mouth" on the mask is tilted upward:

"Brother, we are from the same era."

Chapter 46: Shou Niang

For a moment, Fang Bailu was overwhelmed with emotion and didn't know what to say.

Reminiscing about the past? From a certain perspective, the “person” in front of me is most similar to myself when I was alone.

Or ask yourself what happened after hibernation? How did the world become so bizarre?

Even the thought of playing memes with him flashed through my mind.

"…What's your name?"

But after thinking for a long time, Fang Bailu could only squeeze out these words: You can't just call me fellow villager.

The two horizontal lines above the mask squeeze together and then spread out, as if expressing a thoughtful expression:

"You can call me 'Shou Niang', which means longevity, woman, and good mother."

"Shou Niang... Beast Mother? She looks a bit like a woman..."

Fang Bailu searched his memory for a while, but couldn't find any information related to this name.

He cleared his messy thoughts and pointed at himself: "Fang Bailu."

Then he dragged the rickety recliner closer and sat on it, so that his eyes were level with the mask on the judge's platform:

"What do you want from me?"

The excitement of meeting an old friend in a foreign land was fleeting: at least half of the mess Fang Bailu had encountered recently were caused by this guy.

"Mr. Fang is quite cold. I thought you wanted to chat more. People like us don't have many opportunities to meet people like us."

The horizontal line on Shou Niang's "left eye" curved upwards, as if she was about to raise her eyebrow:

"I'm looking for you because the time has come and I need your help."

Fang Bailu adjusted his sitting position and spread his hands toward Shou Niang, indicating that he was all ears.

"You already know that there is a human body in Singapore and Malaysia, right?"

Fang Bailu nodded: He still remembered the strange touch of the ever-expanding and shrinking hexahedron immortal's inner elixir, not to mention the sword of Damocles hanging over his head at all times from those big companies.

"Have you ever thought about what an immortal is?"

He spread his hands and expressed his random understanding:

"A Qigong practitioner who has reached the pinnacle?"

Shou Niang's mask read out a few numbers in a stiff synthetic voice, expressing a smile:

"23333333, not even close."

The mouth on the mask tilted upwards:

"Like little Nora thought, if you transform your whole body, you can become an immortal? Mechanical ascension? In this era, the so-called alchemy method is just a kind of driving program. What's the use of practicing to the top?"

“The immortals have traced to the end of all things, sailed to the other side of knowledge, and reached the limit of perception. They are Zarathustra in Nietzsche’s works and the great practitioners of Yangming’s philosophy of mind.”

Shou Niang's voice was synthesized electronically, and it sounded flat and without any ups and downs. But Fang Bailu felt that she must be very excited at this moment.

"They? There is at least one immortal... and what's with all this rhetoric? I don't quite understand."

Fang Bailu originally thought that Shou Niang was similar to him, both of them were "experienced people" who had been in hibernation until now. But judging from her mysterious look, it might not be that simple.

"...Wait a minute, you still haven't explained clearly what 'immortal' is."

He put emphasis on the word "after all".

"Just think of them as... the embodiment of technology. Yes, that's more or less the case."

"The embodiment of technology?"

Fang Bailu pondered Shou Niang's words in his heart: indeed, what he saw and heard after waking up were all specious things. If the immortal was a "person" who mastered extraordinary technology, it would be much easier for him to understand.

"I came here this time to seek your cooperation and collect the bodies of immortals from Singapore and Malaysia together."

"Why do you want to cooperate with me..."

He looked around: apart from this run-down hardware store, there wasn't much else he could covet.

As for his own citizenship of the Old World...isn't the "Shou Niang" in front of him the same?

Unless he...

Fang Bailu crossed his fingers and put them to his mouth:

"Your body is dead, isn't it?"

This form attached to the mask, combined with the other party Bai Lu's urgent need... put together, Fang Bailu could only come to this guess.

Now the Shou Niang in the mask is either a mind copy or some other electronic existence.

He thought that all the ghosts of the old world had disappeared in the "big blackout"... but there are always unexpected things.

But in Pan Asia’s citizen database, he or she has probably been marked as “dead”—a dead person naturally has no rights at all.

Only if I remain alive in the hibernation chamber will I still be considered a citizen.

“As for those living dead in a vegetative state, could it be because their brain waves cannot be identified?” In his heart, he felt that this was not a perfect explanation.

Shou Niang's "face" trembled for a while, and then became three flat straight lines:

"You're going to kill the conversation like this... Anyway, my situation is complicated. How about cooperation——"

"I'm sorry. I can't take this job. You should find someone else."

Fang Bailu refused without saying a word.

What a joke! Don’t you think you’ve gotten yourself into enough trouble?

Accompanying the collection of immortal bodies is to walk directly into the gun of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society.

Shou Niang didn't care about Fang Bailu's rejection and continued:

"What if I can solve the problem of your pursuers once and for all? Moreover, you will get more benefits."

"You finally have a chance to start your life over again. Do you plan to run a grocery store until you grow old?"

Fang Bailu rubbed the tip of his nose and remained silent:

"No matter which force collects the complete body of the immortal, the meaning of continuing to track me will be greatly reduced...Do you still need Shou Niang's promise?"

As for the possibility that Shou Niang would expose Fang Bailu's identity as a living dead, it was not impossible. But once she was exposed, she could also drag An Benno into the water: no matter what their relationship was, no one would easily abandon the value of a Qigong practitioner.

From Shou Niang’s personal appearance, it can be seen that TA does not intend to do so at present.

"Of course, if something unexpected happens to Shou Niang and An Bennola, I will also be at great risk..."

But he couldn't tie himself to this unknown chariot so easily.

Fang Bailu held his forehead with his hand, looking hesitant and thoughtful.

No matter which choice you make in the end, you should always show your refusal: this is a little price-raising trick from the hardware store owner.

"It's normal for you to have concerns... I'm not an unreasonable person. Let me give you a deposit first."

Shou Niang's "eyes" returned to a crescent-shaped smile:

"There's a good thing hidden in the handle of your old recliner. Try it out! Come back to me in a couple of days when you want to cooperate."

"Lounge?" Fang Bailu was stunned. "Hidden something? But how would he know..."

hum...

With a low tremor, the mask gradually dimmed.

"Wait! How do you know I'm the awakened living dead?"

If the information was leaked in some form, Fang Bailu must know it.

"I know a lot more... I'll leave you a small question. Do you remember how you revived from the hibernation chamber?"

The three horizontal lines on the mask finally disappeared, and the mirrored material reflected Fang Bailu's somewhat stunned face.

Shou Niang left.

"How did you revive? Of course I..."

Fang Bailu leaned back, and the rocking chair began to rock back and forth due to gravity and impact.

He suddenly clenched his fist and hit his head hard:

"How...how did I wake up from the white coffin?"

Fang Bailu searched every corner of his memory, but couldn't find even a trace of memory about Su Xing.

Chapter 47: Mirroring People Like Mirroring Water (Part )

After rocking on the recliner for a while, Fang Bailu, feeling a little dizzy, felt a nausea rising in his throat.

Complete blankness.

There is not a single memory of how I came out of hibernation and crawled out of the white coffin.

It seemed that from the next second after I fell asleep in the white coffin, I was living in the endless rainy night of Kuala Lumpur.

Fang Bailu planted his feet firmly on the ground, stopping the rocking of the recliner, and stood up with his hands:

"……damn it."

It was a strange feeling of discontinuity, like the blackout you get after a hangover: the memory was completely ripped out of your brain.

"Memory erasure surgery? Or..."

Fang Bailu walked closer to the wall behind him and touched the dark box under the spray paint of "Harmony Brings Wealth":

A memorial box for the previous owner is inside.

"Xiaodong should know...right?"

Pedal, edal, edal——

Fang Bailu's mind was in a mess, but the sound of footsteps interrupted his thoughts:

Anbenola walked down the stairs, his footsteps shaking off the dust in the cracks of the stairs.

She put her five fingers into the short blond hair on her forehead and combed them back:

"Have you finished chatting?"

For the first time, Fang Bailu discovered that Anbennola seemed to be half a head shorter than him.