Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Let's leave the negotiations to the boss...

"Wait!" Gao Ye suddenly felt his legs become weak when he heard the shout, but he still forced himself to turn around.

The white deer suddenly jumped up from the recliner again:

"Do you know how much effort I put into dragging all of you in here? Clean the store for me, and dismantle and install the shelves!"

"Pack everything up before you go!"

Chapter 52: The Evil Man (Part )

Fang Bailu put his hands on his waist, looked at the Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street who were rolling and crawling away on their electric bikes outside the store, and shook his head, feeling a little amused.

How come a bunch of young boys who don’t even have gunpowder weapons suddenly come to kill us?

They used wire mesh to wipe away most of the moss and mildew at the junction of the floor and walls of the store - this group of kids still had to pay this "price".

He looked at the area covered by the "neural blocking generator" in the center of the first floor: even if it was an Indian military product with unstable performance, it was more than enough to bully children.

Fang Bailu reached into his pocket and touched the cell phone inside: the brief ambush just now was his way of exploring the practical uses of cell phones.

First, he used a loudspeaker to attract the attention of the guards, and then blinded them with a strong spotlight hidden in the store sign. But in the end, it was this mobile phone that knocked them out one by one.

Of course, Fang Bailu didn't use it to attack the Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street directly at high speed: judging from the hole in the concrete floor upstairs, the severed limbs of these adolescent hooligans would probably completely block the drain in front of Fang's Hardware Store.

He was just experimenting with an idea: how to take advantage of the fact that a mobile phone is almost fixed in the air when it is stationary.

When the bunch of fools were running around in a daze, Fang Bailu "flying" his cell phone to their foreheads or jaws - these guards knocked themselves unconscious "on their own initiative".

As for those who curled up into a ball, he also tested the impact force of the mobile phone at a slow speed - the effect was encouraging, at least no head exploded like a watermelon.

Due to the dim light deep in the alley and the temporary blindness caused by the strong light, Fang Bailu was not worried that the bodyguards would find out what had knocked him unconscious.

Since he was not very proficient in controlling the mobile phone, and the Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street moved like headless flies, Fang Bailu tried many times before he finally knocked them all out.

Of course, in order to prevent any ripples in the ocean of information, Fang Bailu did not forget to turn off all the cameras in the store before taking action.

"Well……"

Various considerations went through his mind for a moment: maybe he could do some business with this "A Luo Alliance". After a thorough background check, limited cooperation was not impossible.

"Tsk... let's talk about it later."

Fang Bailu now has more important things to do:

He took out the memorial box of the previous owner from the secret box under "Harmony Brings Wealth" and held it with both hands.

It stayed alone in the dark box for a long time, and Fang Bailu never offered any electronic incense to it - this was the instruction of the previous owner.

……

The familiar yet strange scene in front of me seemed to be true but not true——

The already small store was divided by three rows of shelves, making it even smaller. Garbage and waste were piled in every corner of the shelves, looking particularly shabby under the dim light.

This is Fang’s Hardware Store before it was destroyed by evil spirits.

He used the old VR device again and entered the memorial box. Fang Bailu did not use the neural electrode patch to connect: although the memorial box did not need to go through the digital space, after the accident with the Mercy Knife, he did not want to cause any danger to the former owner.

Fang Bailu took a deep breath, savoring the damp rusty smell in his memory: the VR device did not have olfactory simulation, this smell came from imagination.

The old environment of the store gave Fang Bailu a sense of familiarity and stability - after these messy arrangements disappeared, his life ushered in real chaos.

The waste products on the shelves looked like they were covered in a layer of flowing mist:

He could identify each piece of scrap but could not name its brand or other details - these were constantly changing.

If the environment of the memorial box is not deliberately set, it will be determined by the memory of the person being worshipped. During the days when the previous owner was in business, he handled countless items of various goods. So these things are just miniatures of his memory.

Fang Bailu walked through the shelves and looked over the counter: the rocking chair was empty.

"Xiaodong should be upstairs..."

He climbed the stairs, and his virtual body did not disturb the dense dust on the stairs.

The previous owner was sitting in a chair in front of the workbench, soaking his feet - purple-red veins bulged out on his calves, these were varicose veins that would plague him for the rest of his life after decades of sitting at the counter.

He leaned back on the stool, and a shrill snoring sound came out from his slightly open mouth, through the glasses taped to his forehead.

There was not a trace of smoke in the foot basin: the water had long been cold.

“Taking a nap anytime and anywhere, is it a privilege or a curse unique to human’s twilight years…” But the former store owner, who is in a read-only state, will always remain in this stage of life.

Fang Bailu didn't rush to wake him up, but just looked at the bedroom on the second floor with nostalgia:

A few rays of bright afternoon sunshine shone through the small window on the wall, and bursts of bird song and laughter could be heard from it - it was a scene that did not belong to this Kuala Lumpur.

This is not the real view outside the window, but an exterior beautification package purchased by the previous owner: the glass on the window is actually just a display.

Fang Bailu turned his eyes away - this was specially ordered by the previous owner after he woke up, in case Fang Bailu could not adapt to the eternal heavy rain that shrouded Kuala Lumpur.

Later, Fang Bailu tore it down because the monthly fees were too high.

The white coffin at the foot of the bed is abrupt and conspicuous, and is out of place in the shabby and old bedroom.

This is also the reason why Fang Bailu entered the memorial box: he wanted to find out how he woke up from this white coffin. And the previous owner should know something about it.

Fang Bailu approached the white coffin: the mist lingering in it kept rising and rolling like a living thing.

Who knew that when he took this small ferry to split the waves of the long river of time, he would arrive at such a world?

The future that Fang Bailu imagined was just a world where technology was advanced enough to cure advanced cancer.

and many more!

A flash of lightning lit up from his brain and flowed through his body:

"Yes...that's it..."

Fang Bailu knelt on the ground with a thump. The sound was not from the VR device, but from his real body.

He couldn't believe that he had ignored this doubt all along:

How did you cure your stage III liver cancer?

This question was like a flood from the void, pouring into his brain.

Ever since Fang Bailu woke up, all the symptoms that had followed him like a shadow have disappeared.

His belly was once swollen as big as a basketball due to ascites, and his mother's tears would draw an arc when they fell on it; no matter what food he swallowed, he would suffer from endless vomiting and diarrhea, and could only rely on intravenous drips to survive; in the end, Fang Bailu's thighs were not even as thick as his father's arms... and his father had become emaciated due to endless pressure.

But after hundreds of years of long dreaming in the white coffin, everything was healed without any medicine. Fang Bailu had never heard that the hibernation chamber also had medical functions.

"Impossible... Impossible..."

Fang Bailu propped himself up on the ground with his palms and rushed towards the former shop owner. He felt a sharp pain on the skin of his arm, as if his real body had been scraped by something during the collision.

"Xiaodong! Xiaodong!"

He wanted to shake the former owner's shoulders, but his hands passed through his body like phantoms and collided with each other.

"Ah... Ancestor, you——"

The old man's turbid eyes revealed pure confusion and puzzlement.

"Xiaodong! Bai, Bai Guan, how did I wake up? Uh, really...did I really wake up? My illness, my illness..."

The extreme excitement caused Fang Bailu's throat to burp uncontrollably, and blood flowed to his face, bringing with it a mixture of coldness, heat and numbness.

The twenty years of his life before he fell asleep surged in his mind. A question arose from the deepest part of his mind, stirring his reason like a spoon:

"Fang Bailu, is this really 'me'?"

Chapter 53: The Evil Man (Part )

Fang Bailu doesn't smoke: paper-rolled flue-cured tobacco, sun-cured tobacco and mixed tobacco are all very expensive. He has no nicotine or psychological addiction, so he doesn't have much interest in taking the initiative to start this new "hobby".

As for alcohol, he drinks more or less. However, since he doesn't have many friends, he usually drinks one or two bottles of beer alone after closing the store. Fang Bailu, whose liver function has recovered, has an inexplicable fondness for the subtle distance between himself and the world after drinking alcohol.

As for the climax time beyond the human limit brought by the dual cultivation simulator, the ultimate experience given by the modified visualization machine and electronic bliss, or the possibility of buying the "Golden Bottle Drawing" lottery ticket and becoming a reincarnated spirit child and ascending to heaven in one step...

Fang Bailu stayed away from all these temptations.

It’s not that he has much self-discipline: sometimes the so-called “self-control” is nothing more than a surrender to a greater desire. For Fang Bailu, the desire that consumes him is survival—he is afraid of death, and is afraid enough to overcome other fears and needs.

Apart from the fact that he runs his shop with great caution under a smiling face, his daily life is unremarkable.

After all, this second life does not entirely belong to Fang Bailu himself: sharing this life with him are his parents’ faces, which were pressed against the wall of the white coffin before they fell asleep, with their facial features deformed from the strain; there are also countless generations of his descendants who have traveled across mountains, rivers, lakes and seas for hundreds of years but have never abandoned him; and even this Fang’s Hardware Store, where they have been living together day and night and has become like a “home”.

Sometimes when Fang Bailu is free and taking a nap in a rocking chair, a strange question pops up in his mind:

If one day I could unload these inexplicable and complex burdens, would I be relieved or collapsed?

But after thinking about it, I still haven't found the answer to this question.

After all, although he survived, he had no idea how to live again.

……

The former shop owner adjusted his glasses and let them slide down to his nose. The lenses flashed in the dim light, hiding the old age in his eyes.

"Ancestor, hush...it's okay, it's okay."

He slapped Fang Bailu's shoulder with his hand covered with brown and yellow spots, but it passed right through as if he was trying to stroke the air.

The former shop owner froze for a moment with his lips slightly moving. He looked at Fang Bailu who was panting heavily and said in a low and slow voice:

"Ancestor, am I——"

"Xiaodong, you're in the memorial box... I'm sorry, you're gone." Fang Bailu wiped the mixture of snot and tears that flowed to the corners of his mouth, "But... I need to ask you something. Please, it's urgent."

Without waiting for the former shop owner to answer, he pointed at the white coffin eagerly:

"How did I wake up? And how did my illness get cured?" Fang Bailu's outstretched hand trembled slightly.

The former owner put his hands on his knees and sat upright, like a student in class.

Fang Bailu looked at his eyes covered by reading glasses, trying to see into his pupils through the layer of resin.

The pair of dim old eyes avoided his gaze and looked at the white coffin:

"Are you using VR equipment? Then... please listen to it yourself."

The walls of the bedroom melted like wax, cement and paint dripping down, revealing the emptiness outside. In an instant, Fang Bailu and the former owner were wrapped in the center of the endless night, like a nut wrapped in a kernel.

The previous owner was still sitting on the tattered iron stool with paint peeling off and cotton wool falling out of the cushion, but the foot basin where he had been soaking his feet had disappeared. Water drops rolled down his swollen ankles, falling endlessly.

This is when the previous owner began to reminisce.

“Hey… uh…”

The human voice suddenly exploded, thin and distorted. It was some kind of unconscious scream mixed with the groaning in a dream.

The former shop owner pointed to his ears and tightly closed his eyes. Fang Bailu understood what he meant: this memory was only heard but never witnessed.

"Cough... cough..." Violent coughing came from all directions.

The former owner pointed at Fang Bailu and nodded at his throat.

"...I was the one coughing." Fang Bailu had lived with the previous store owner day and night, and they had a very deep understanding of each other.

The cough was followed by a breath full of phlegm, like a broken bellows:

"Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh-"

Fang Bailu only felt that his trachea was also filled with mucus, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, there was a sound of countless people chanting in unison, overlapping each other:

……

"How can I bestow the elixir in the cauldron upon all of us, so as to awaken the foolish people?"

……

The chorus came and went quickly, but it went on like a truck in Fang Bailu's mind, going back and forth for several times.

Countless pieces of metal, cement, and plastic emerged from nowhere and moved towards the two of them. The numerous and dense fragments rebuilt the old room.

The two returned to the bedroom, and the chirping of insects and birds in the window was particularly cheerful.