Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Everything is fine, all thanks to you, old man."

The occasional aged tone in Old Liu's voice comes from its programming: according to Fang Bailu's judgment, it has probably been no more than ten years since it was created.

Although the selected components are quite old and even a bit retro, the hardware condition shows that they are in very good condition.

But Fang Bailu was also happy to cooperate with Old Liu's occasional eccentricities: this kind of personalized expression made Fang Bailu feel more intimate.

Under Old Liu's LCD screen is a multi-jointed bracket, which connects a huge round torso and four human-shaped arms downwards.

If you have a more imaginative mind, it's like the offspring of a crab and an iron ball.

Fang Bailu looked around the room but couldn't find a chair. Finally, he had to let the prosthesis kneel on the ground and sit on its back.

"It feels so weird..." He shifted his butt and finally stood up.

Old Liu's LCD screen rotated 360 degrees and finally locked onto the prosthetic body behind Fang Bailu. "Ah... you bought the 'Hercules'? What kind of fortune did you make?"

"I don't have the money to buy something so expensive... It's a 'guard' left for me by the previous owner. I brought it here to ask you to cover it with a layer of human skin. Otherwise, if I just stand in the store like this, it will easily scare the customers."

In addition to the artificial skin created one-to-one based on Fang Bailu's own model, he also needs another set for daily use of the prosthesis.

Prosthetics are quite rare in Singapore and Malaysia, with major companies only having a few product lines, and most of them are ready-made branded prosthetics - this is one of the reasons why the previous store owner ordered prosthetics from Pan Asia.

Fang Bailu opened the abdomen cavity of the prosthesis and took out a long and narrow suitcase from it:

"But we'll talk about that later. The main reason I came to you this time is to ask you to help me implant this thing."

……

"Boss Fang, you don't have a Dantian furnace implanted." Old Liu showed Fang Bailu's full-body X-ray on his LCD screen. "So you can only use this meridian system occasionally. If you use it too much, you'll become exhausted."

He patted the set of "Godspeed" artificial meridian suits and said with a tut-tut sound:

"What a waste, what a waste... If you ask me, it would be better to remove the lower femur and replace it with a prosthesis. The power is much higher than yours..."

Before Fang Bailu could answer, it pulled out a broken tablet computer from the side and showed the pictures on it to Fang Bailu one by one:

"Look, these 'Mr. Horns' are better than the ones you have. Look at this: body temperature changes, 18 gears, and beads inserted... pre-loaded with the male and female Qigong technique, it's very good for the body!"

Fang Bailu looked at the hideous, alien-like parts on it and pushed away the tablet that kept moving towards his face:

"Alright, alright...why do you keep staring at this kind of stuff all day long?"

The LCD screen of Lao Liutou rotates left and right to express the meaning of "shaking his head":

"Young people are like this, thinking they are strong and invulnerable, but they don't know that sexual exhaustion can damage their essence! Once the essence is insufficient, filthy and evil toxins will take advantage of the opportunity to enter the genitals, and the dampness, heat and evil toxins will combine to form 'smelly warts', like flower sores..."

Old Liu slapped his head, and a photo that made people want to vomit everything in their stomach flashed on the LCD screen:

"See this flesh bud? Can a layer of rubber block the evil spirit of lust and poison? Replace your weak flesh with this full metal one, which is convenient and safe..."

When Fang Bailu saw the terrifying picture, his lower body tightened. He pushed the LCD screen of Old Liu away fiercely:

"Got it, got it. I'll introduce you to other clients next time! Help me implant the meridians first!"

He carefully put his legs into the outer box of the mini sterile cabin, disinfected his legs, and waited for Old Liu to perform the operation.

Old Liu opened the outer box of the "Shenxing" artificial meridian set, and gently held it in front of the LCD screen with four arms:

"This doesn't look like something you would buy. Don't you always think that artificial meridians are not cost-effective..."

"I didn't buy it. It was a sample sent by the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association."

"The research institute sent you samples...Huh! Did you get the distribution rights from the research institute?"

The old face on the LCD screen winked and looked extremely surprised:

"You are capable! You are better than your teacher. You are much better than that old guy Xiangfangdong."

Hearing the name of the previous owner, Fang Bailu couldn't help but feel a little sad, but just smiled twice.

Old Liu didn't care. He took a set of silver needles from the wall with his two arms behind him.

"I'll give you a local anaesthetic. Find something to do. Or you can choose which 'Mr. Horn' you want to install in the future..."

It places silver needles on its fingertips one by one - with the "sizzling" rotation, the silver needles are deeply embedded in the brackets on its fingertips and tightened.

……

As a dull pain flashed by, Fang Bailu's legs gradually became heavy, and then he lost consciousness - the anesthetic took effect quickly.

He turned his head away: Fang Bailu didn't like to see the bloody scene, not to mention that the bloody scene came from himself.

Fang Bailu picked up the tablet that Old Liu was holding next to her and, with a critical attitude, clicked on the product list "Secondary Sexual Characteristics (Female)".

"Tsk tsk...hiss, three? And they're this big?! Is there really anyone who would pretend to be like this...how can I buy clothes..."

He couldn't help but grimace and make clicking sounds.

Old Liu's LCD screen suddenly broke in two, with one of the pieces extending towards Fang Bailu:

"Why do you care about others? Let me tell you, this kind of product has very good sales..."

Old Liu's face moved to the LCD split screen, his white eyebrows raised and saliva flying:

"Don't look at it if you don't want to buy it! Or do you want to install a pair too?"

One of its arms took a break from the busy operation and stretched out to point downwards:

“Look at this one, I’m sold out.”

"Hmm... this is the perfect size, and the shape is nice too..."

While Fang Bailu was daydreaming, the lustful face of Old Liu on the screen suddenly disappeared and turned into a line of text:

"See that curtain over there? A customer just finished installing it and is taking a break."

Fang Bailu couldn't help but look towards the corner of the house——

The curtain had been opened a little at some point, and a pair of eyes appeared from the gap.

Fang Bailu's gaze met those eyes and he couldn't help but shudder:

Those were the most deadly eyes he had ever seen.

Chapter 56: The Donor (Part )

This so-called "dead air" is not the enlarged relaxation of the lens muscles after death, or the disappearance of light reflection, but a pure "feeling": if the eyes are the windows to the soul, then the room behind this window is probably empty.

Brush it!

The curtains in the corner were pulled open completely——

She was a woman with straight bangs and shiny black hair that fell on her round chest. It was hard to tell her age - her face must have been altered many times, so the first impression was always between a girl and a woman.

She was wearing a crude pale pink robe made from canvas, but it did not have the usual "1" and "0" patterns on it. Instead, it was printed with countless bodies overlapping each other, sharing the bliss of the flesh.

“…He is a donor.”

Even now that dual cultivation simulators are quite cheap, humans still have a soft spot for what they consider to be "real" physical intercourse. Some people will entrust their bodies to provide services in nightclubs and bars in exchange for income.

But others offer a free, voluntary service of mediation: through the donation of their bodies.

In daily life, donors are often excluded. After all, compared with the "computing power donation" and "hardware donation" in the "Six Paramitas of the Supreme Buddhist Dharma", the "physical donation" of donors is not even a wild fox Zen.

Fang Bailu looked closely at the donor who seemed to have finished his rest - the prosthetic body standing quietly in the corner of the room made a creaking sound: he always remained wary of strangers.

The donors he had seen before were all of a neutral style, and it was rare to find a donor like this one who highlighted simple female sexual characteristics.

"I heard from Old Liu that these are newly modified parts..."

Fang Bailu had also heard that the modifications made by the donor were extremely special, and that the sexual characteristics parts could be replaced frequently to suit the tastes of the recipient.

"I'm leaving now. I'll come back next time."

The donor's voice was full of softness and sweetness, which was in stark contrast to the deadness in her eyes. This was a vocal mechanism that had been adjusted countless times and followed the laws of hormone secretion.

"Okay, okay, okay... Young people should remember to go to bed early and get up early, and take good care of their bodies." Old Liu's split LCD screen snapped back together, and he made a steady and dignified voice, like that of a sage - completely different from his lewd appearance with drool all over his body just now.

The donor walked past Fang Bailu with a swaying step, and suddenly stopped -

Squeak!

As the donor paused abruptly, the prosthesis bent slightly at the waist and knees, and the contracted hydraulic muscles made a strange sound: this was an audible threat and warning.

If the donor made any unusual movements, the artificial body would be faster than her. Fang Bailu reached into his pocket - now he could skillfully turn on the airplane mode of his phone without looking at the screen.

"I'll wait for you outside."

The donor nodded at Fang Bailu, pushed open the iron door and walked out of the pharmacy.

"……what?"

"Oh wow, young man, you are in luck..." Old Liu's face on the LCD screen showed a silly smile, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth, "I told you, there is no harm in changing the thing to use..."

Fang Bailu frowned and didn't respond to Old Liu's words. On the one hand, he was not interested in this kind of strange love, and on the other hand, he felt that the waiting mentioned by the donor...

It is definitely not for the purpose of giving alms to him.

……

Fang Bailu stood up and moved his legs carefully: Now the set of three yang meridians and acupoints of the foot have been implanted. The implantation of artificial meridians was much faster than he thought: it was said that the installation and recovery of prosthetic limbs were calculated in months, but the artificial meridians only took a few hours, and he could walk immediately after the operation.

"Don't do strenuous leg exercises for six hours, otherwise your meridians will be severed." Old Liu's torso rolled like an iron ball, and he retreated with it. "Do you want me to give you a tube of 'Shengmai San'? Forget it, the ones I prepare are all placebos to deceive children..."

Fang Bailu felt that his entire body from the soles of his feet to the base of his thighs was swollen, with a numb and sore feeling like that after a long run.

"The quality of the meridians is very good, worthy of being a big factory! When you go back, remember to install two sets of Qinggong to try the effect. By the way, if you don't have a Dantian furnace implanted, don't use it too much, or you will have rhabdomyolysis...ah, the strenuous exercise I just mentioned does not include that kind of thing, you can receive it well when you go out..."

Old Liu kept on nagging while cleaning the blood stains in the mini sterile cabin and the organ preservation fluid on the artificial meridians. Fang Bailu ignored his chatter and looked at the prosthesis that had already been "put on a layer of human face".

A person's appearance is not only related to the skin on the face, but also includes the bones, soft tissues and muscles of the face. Therefore, a plastic surgery often requires multiple adjustments to the "bone structure" and "skin structure" - without fine-tuning the numerology.

After being filled and adjusted by Old Liu, the prosthesis now looks like an immigrant who just had plastic surgery on the street. As for the skin of the prosthesis's torso and limbs, Fang Bailu was too lazy to spend money, just let it wear clothes tightly. After all, according to the arrangement of the previous owner, this prosthesis passed the Singapore and Malaysian customs as a "guard" imported by Pan Asia.

Fortunately, the prosthesis is not a real person, otherwise it would take six or seven plastic surgeries and a long time to recover, and Fang Bailu would have to bring it several times. But the prosthesis completed this small plastic surgery while Fang Bailu was resting after the implantation.

"Thank you, Old Liu. I'll wait until the end of the month to pay you the money." Fang Bailu often introduced clients to Old Liu, and naturally would charge a little agency fee - the cost of this surgery would not cost much after deducting this month's commission.

"I don't know what Lao Liu, an AI, has spent all his money on..."

"It's just a small matter, it's all a small matter! I won't see you off!" Old Liu opened the small door of the cold storage room and rolled in. "Don't be too intense, don't use any advanced dual cultivation techniques--"

It closed the iron door, which had a poor insulation effect, and the cold air that escaped made the small pharmacy instantly cooler.

Fang Bailu stared at the closed door for a while: Old Liu seemed a little abnormal, but he couldn't tell why.

He shook his head and dismissed the idea - no matter what abnormality it was, he would rather not join in the fun.

"The donor isn't really waiting outside, is he?"

The heavy body of the prosthesis began to move shakily, and opened the main door of the medicine store. Through the shoulders of the prosthesis, a light pink cassock came into view.

The donor was standing upright opposite the drugstore, leaning against the wall that was covered with flyers.

It seemed like she had been standing there for the entire few hours that the operation was taking place.

Fang Bailu stood behind the prosthetic body so that he could escape immediately if danger occurred. He closed the door gently but not tightly, so as to leave himself an escape route.

He didn't think he could let the donor wait here for half a day just to give him alms.

The donor folded his hands in front of his belly and uttered a sweet, innocent yet seductive voice: "Hello, Mr. Fang Bailu."

"Is it true that the person who came here has bad intentions?..."

When Fang Bailu heard the donor calling out his name, he put on a professional smile:

"Ah! Do you recognize me? Are you a customer in the store? Sorry, I may not remember..."

There were donors who came to the hardware store to buy things, but they were not the one in front of me. Although their appearance often changes, but...

Fang Bailu's mouth was full of enthusiasm, but his body was tense.

He was familiar with the escape routes around him: when he and his cyborg came down from the rooftop, they analyzed and judged the surrounding environment along the way.

Although artificial meridians have been implanted in the legs, the bones have never been replaced - even with the assistance of the Three Yang Meridians of the Foot for cushioning, falling from a height of several floors would result in shattered leg bones.

"We haven't met yet, but last time a few of my brothers went to Fang's Hardware Store and caused a scene, and I wanted to apologize for that."

The donor bows deeply with a respectful attitude.

"...How many brothers?"

The image of the "Thirteen Tigers of A Luo Street" with fluorescent tattoos all over their skin and precocious muscles last night appeared in Fang Bailu's mind.