Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The brief memory is over.

“That’s it.” The former owner stepped out of the basin and placed his legs on the concrete floor.

"This is my memory of you waking up... I was sleeping at that time." He turned his head to the single bed next to the white coffin, "But I am old and my sleep is shallow..."

The former shop owner supported himself on the chair with one hand and held the workbench with the other, then stood up tremblingly. Fang Bailu retracted his hands that were about to step forward to support him subconsciously and waited for his next words.

"You heard what happened... I heard it when I was half asleep."

He supported his knees with one hand and patted the white coffin heavily with the other hand:

"After I got up, this 'old house' was also open. But..."

The former shop owner sighed deeply, took off his glasses and wiped them on his eye sockets:

"It's just that... there are two 'you's' in it."

"..."

"He was already dead, and there was no ventilator in the store. He was already dying, and you could tell he didn't have much time left just by looking at him... He passed away not long after..."

The disappearance of the three souls and seven spirits is what is medically defined as brain death. The unfortunate person who is brain dead can no longer breathe on his own.

"The other one is very healthy, that is..."

The former store owner looked up, and the other party, Bai Lu, nodded silently.

“The other one is me.”

"You were unconscious for several days before you recovered. Perhaps the loss of memory is a sequelae of that time..."

The confusion, panic, and fear in Fang Bailu's mind were swept away, and he became unexpectedly calm. It was a bit like when the results of the college entrance examination in his "previous life" were finally released, and that moment of strange feeling that it had nothing to do with him:

"Xiaodong...why didn't you tell me earlier?"

The former owner picked up the towel beside him and carefully wiped the foot washing water off his legs.

"Fifty-eight generations."

He straightened his shirt and smoothed it out:

"From you to me, there are fifty-eight generations. My father said he was the fifty-seventh generation, so I am naturally the fifty-eighth generation."

"I have no children, nor any other heirs. The fact that you woke up at this time can only mean that the fate I improved during the discount has taken effect. I hope you can live safely and happily, and not take the initiative to pursue any trouble. No matter what you think, there is only one Fang Bailu for me..."

"But... since you asked, I won't hide it. After all, this is your own life... and I was young once too."

Fang Bailu opened his arms, embracing the illusion of the former shop owner - this was the most hug-like gesture he could make.

Regardless of whether they had different opinions or not, the two of them were ultimately separated forever.

……

Fang Bailu took off the VR device and rubbed his face. The visual simulation components left deep indentations next to his eye sockets, and tears were still rolling on them.

He turned on the flight mode of his phone and let it hover in front of him. The pure black screen reflected Fang Bailu's face in the dim light:

This is a man in his twenties. The dark circles under his eyes are particularly obvious on his pale skin that has not seen the sun for many years, as if he had put on a circle of thick eye shadow.

"Tsk... I've aged a lot." He scratched the stubble on his chin. "It doesn't matter. I've died once."

flutter……

The cell phone flew back into Fang Bailu's palm like a fledgling, making a faint tapping sound.

If life is only once, should we cherish it or live it carelessly? He did not have a definite answer yet, but he had new thoughts.

Ever since he regained his memory, he has been careful to limit his attention to the things around him.

What are the scenery of other cities in Singapore and Malaysia? What are the other countries like?

How did the world evolve into this?

Questions popped up one after another in his mind, vying for Fang Bailu's attention.

"May I bestow the elixir in the cauldron upon all of us, so that we may be enlightened and awaken the foolish and ignorant..."

Fang Bailu recited this poem silently in his mind, and the excitement and curiosity that he hadn't seen for a long time inexplicably surged in his heart.

Why did I recover in this condition?

Chapter 54: The Donor (Part )

Fang Bailu woke up from a dreamless sleep this morning and found that the heavy rain yesterday had stopped. It was still gloomy outside the window - in Kuala Lumpur, the dark clouds looked like the real sky. He knocked hard on the holographic curtain switch at the head of the bed: the launch port flickered a few times, and finally reluctantly shot out a layer of dark curtain, covering the gloomy atmosphere outside the house.

But the ubiquitous smell of stagnant water kept drifting in, dispelling the last trace of his tiredness. Fang Bailu slept like a baby last night—even to the point of having a stiff neck, and his neck was stiff and painful.

He moved his aching shoulders and neck, and there was a crisp crackling sound in his neck:

"You had too much to do yesterday. You must be too tired, right?"

Last night, Fang Bailu did not stay in the bedroom of Fang's Hardware Store, but returned to the apartment in Guang'an Garden. The reason why he rushed back and forth in the rainy night was because Fang Bailu really didn't want to sleep in the same room with Bai Guan in the short term.

In addition, the barefoot doctor I am familiar with also opened a medicine shop nearby, and he happened to come to visit today.

Fang Bailu turned on the airplane mode of his phone and used the reflection of its display screen as a mirror to complete his morning wash - he planned to integrate the use of the phone into his life so that he could get used to "flying a sword" more quickly.

The phone hovered around his face like a hummingbird, changing various angles so that Fang Bailu could "look in the mirror". However, he had to adjust the position of the phone from time to time, which took him more time than usual.

Fang Bailu took out the neural electrode patch and stuck it on his temple, then put the phone back into his trouser pocket: for him now, controlling the prosthesis and the phone at the same time is still an impossible task.

As the electrode sheets were attached, the prosthesis in the corner of the room began to move with a creaking sound - the "paper man transport" was activated, and Fang Bailu and the prosthesis had figured out their thoughts.

The prosthetic body slowly and carefully picked up the box of "Shenxing" artificial meridian set sent by the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association and stuffed it into its abdominal cavity.

This time, Fang Bailu visited the barefoot doctor to undergo surgery to implant this set of artificial meridians in himself.

He and his cyborg did not go through the main door, but instead climbed out of the window one after the other and climbed up to the roof along the fire ladder nearby.

The heavy body of the prosthesis stepped on the rusty old ladder, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Guang'an Garden is a "handshake building" with a distance of only a few meters from the building opposite, which is even several times lower than the legal minimum distance.

Fang Bailu cautiously approached the edge of the rooftop, and the shabby and peeling exterior wall of the opposite building was within reach:

The barefoot doctor's pharmacy is in the building opposite.

"It's probably half a floor or one floor higher than my rooftop? Well, that's enough."

The prosthetic body leaned down at the other end of the rooftop, bent its knees and supported the ground with its ten fingertips, assuming a posture ready to start running.

Fang Bailu stepped over from behind the prosthetic body and hooked his hands around its neck. The hard hydraulic muscles and raised titanium foam bones made his ribs hurt.

"It's a bit like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife, right?"

His heart was pounding like a drum, and his throat was tight with excitement. Fang Bailu took a deep breath:

"Go, go, go!"

Following Fang Bailu's loud shout, the prosthetic started running -

Boom!Boom!Boom!

With every step it took, the ground on the rooftop cracked into tiny cracks centered on its feet, and the entire building seemed to dance and sway with the huge weight.

The speed of the two legs alternately pushing against the ground became faster and faster, and soon the prosthesis had spanned the entire rooftop.

The prosthetic body bent its knees and kicked its legs on the edge of the rooftop.

boom!

With a loud noise like firecrackers exploding and the earth and rocks on the edge of the rooftop breaking and collapsing, the prosthetic body leaped high up with Fang Bailu on its back, drawing a straight and sharp line in the air and rushed towards the opposite building.

"Hahahaha—er!" Fang Bailu had only laughed halfway when his throat was choked by the violently swirling air flow.

boom!

The prosthesis smashed into the roof of the opposite building like a siege stone. Its limbs plowed long and narrow marks on the ground, braking the huge inertia among the flying concrete blocks.

Fang Bailu's hands clasped around the neck of the prosthesis and his legs crossed over his waist were numb from the shock, but he still landed safely.

He let go of his hands and rolled down diagonally from the back of the prosthesis, lying on the ground in a "hu" shape.

Fang Bailu looked at the rolling clouds in the sky and couldn't help but continue the laughter that was just choked back by the airflow: "Hahahahahahaha!"

The two handshake buildings were only a few meters apart. If it was Fang Bailu yesterday, he might have taken the elevator downstairs, walked through the alley, and then climbed upstairs.

But today he suddenly wanted to try this "shortcut".

Fang Bailu wiped the dust off his face and let out a long sigh of satisfaction:

"It's so exciting. I should have tried this a long time ago."

While savoring the brief gliding moment, he looked at a faint patch of light in the dark gray clouds - behind it was the early morning sun.

……

The walls on both sides of the shabby corridor were covered with small advertisements printed on them, and the background color could no longer be seen. The latest one was a line of large words that looked quite tempting:

"Correspondence course, quick graduation! Spells, magical powers, everything you need - scan the code to try it out immediately." Below the text was a large QR code, and the fluorescent paint emitted a green glow in the dim corridor.

Fang Bailu walked straight over, and his prosthetic body was crooked, and he had to touch the walls on both sides with his palms from time to time to keep his balance. Every time his hydraulic muscle-driven fingers passed over the wall, they would leave deep scratches.

The prosthesis seemed to have injured its knee joint when it landed, causing it to walk unsteadily - the scars left by its fight with Master Huang Wu had not yet been repaired.

"Then take them to the blacksmith to have them repaired."

Fang Bailu didn't feel bad: considering the rough flying just now, this small ticket price was still very worthwhile.

They walked through the dark corridor and stopped in front of the door at the end.

There are rectangular display screens on its left and right sides and above the door frame. These are the Spring Festival couplet screens distributed free of charge by the street office to every household.

"A little bit of wisdom can understand Su Wen, and Bian Que is reborn as a master."

Fang Bailu's eyes swept across the couplet, and just as he was about to see what was written on the horizontal scroll, an advertisement immediately popped up on the spring couplet screen:

"Circular Light Technique! A magical power to bring wealth that small and medium-sized businesses must have—"

Fang Bailu turned his head with little interest: the fact that this advertisement appeared in front of him was itself an application of the circular light technique.

I once subscribed to a one-month round light technique service. This so-called "Taoism technique" can accurately deliver merchant advertisements to target groups based on target customers' usual purchasing habits and shopping tendencies. However, it turns out that this has not improved much for Fang's Hardware Store, which mainly provides intermediary services and second-hand goods trading.

This attempt in business direction happened when the previous owner had just passed away, and Fang Bailu tried out all the "business knowledge" he remembered from his previous life.

But the effect is...

Fang Bailu clenched his fist and knocked hard on the three words "Old Chinese Medicine Practitioner" painted in red in the middle of the iron gate.

The barefoot doctor is a little hard of hearing and may not be able to hear without trying hard.

"Here it comes, here it comes! Stop knocking..."

Creak—the rusty iron door opened, and a face with white hair and a youthful, energetic face appeared.

However, this face was not on a person's head. Instead, it appeared empty in the middle of an old and dirty LCD screen.

This is “Old Liu”: one of the few legal AIs registered in Kuala Lumpur, and also an illegal doctor who practices medicine without a license.

Chapter 55: The Donor (Part )

Fang Bailu stepped into Old Liu's medicine shop——

This place is only 30 square meters in size, and filled with icy cold: Old Liu installed a cold storage room to store organs, but did not do a good job of insulation. There are rows of metal shelves on the wall, filled with various types of silver needles - Fang Bailu alone introduced many swordsmen to come and make fine adjustments to the implanted acupuncture points. Directly opposite the shelves is a row of glass display windows nailed to the wall, and the display screen inside scrolls back and forth to play the electronic banners sent by patients. The corner of the room is raised with a curtain. Fang Bailu knows that behind it is the only bed in the pharmacy, which is provided for customers to take a short rest.

A cylindrical transparent box was placed horizontally in the middle of the pharmacy: it was a mini sterile cabin and operating table. Fang Bailu had his thigh bone repair surgery done here last time. There was no chemistry table commonly seen in other pharmacies in the room - Old Liu had a mixing device built into his body. There were also some tools stored in the cold storage room with the organs. That was the most hidden business in Old Liu's pharmacy:

In rare cases, Lao Liu will modify the "innate qi" of the fetus for pregnant women to make up for some deficiencies. This is a business that is expressly prohibited in Singapore and Malaysia, so it is only circulated in the deepest part of the underground market.

In addition, there are no other daily necessities: as an AI, Lao Liutou does not need the necessities of human life.

Fang Bailu's attention was attracted by the flashing light next to the silver needle on the iron frame: it was a stack of transparent, light sheets, neatly stacked together.

That was an unwritten spell. But unlike the paper "evil-repelling spell" that Fang Bailu had used before, these were products of the new century.

"Old Liu should not be 'refining corpses' now... Why are there still so many unwritten talismans?"

A broken gong-like voice came out of Old Liu's loudspeaker, interrupting his thoughts:

"Huo! Boss Fang! Is your leg injury healed? Haha, young people need to take good care of their bodies..."