Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Otherwise, just keep these two words for now."

He put down the paint roller and jumped down from the folding ladder that was more than a person's height.

flutter!

Fang Bailu bent his knees slightly and landed steadily. After the implantation of the Three Yang Meridians of the Foot, the motor function of his legs had been visibly improved.

But the sole of his foot still ached slightly—he hadn't replaced his bones, so the arch of his foot was still impacted by his body weight and acceleration.

If you want to better utilize the functions of the three yang meridians of the foot, you may need to change into a pair of good shoes and install a few sets of Qinggong.

He put the roller into the paint bucket and pushed his legs again: a standing long jump-like posture allowed Fang Bailu to jump up seven or eight steps.

"Once I'm done with these things, I'll go outside and try it out to see how much the mobility has improved..."

Boom!Boom!Boom!

This was the sound of the prosthetic jumping on one foot, trying to keep up with the white deer above. He found that since the knee joint of the prosthetic right leg was damaged, jumping on one foot was more stable than normal walking.

But first, Fang Bailu had other packages to unpack on the second floor—

It was a box of goods from Pan Asia.

Chapter 58 Useless Things (Part )

Fang Bailu picked up the package and put it on the workbench:

There are all kinds of seals and labels on it, indicating that it has successfully passed various customs safety tests. But this doesn't really mean much.

Because this box is actually full of "junk" from Pan Asia.

The previous owner had some connections in Pan Asia - some Pan Asia Binhai Special Zone exporters had been doing business with Fang's Hardware Store for more than ten years. Sometimes they would pack and send some relics and scrap metal that they could not identify, and ask the previous owner to buy them.

Many of these products can be sold at high prices in Kuala Lumpur as long as they are labeled as "Pan-Asia products" and are well repackaged - there is no way around it, in the minds of many consumers in Singapore and Malaysia, Pan-Asia is synonymous with advanced technology.

After the previous owner passed away, Fang Bailu naturally took over these relationships: the purchase and delivery of the prosthesis last time also relied on the help of these Pan-Asian exporters.

This time, Fang Bailu took the initiative to buy from them in order to see if there was anything that could enhance his combat effectiveness - even if these antiques and junk were of no use, he could still make a profit by reselling them.

Although he had the Three Yang Meridians of the Foot implanted in his legs, Fang Bailu was still a mortal body - even if he had the Light Kung Fu installed, it would only improve his mobility and flexibility, allowing him to run faster when escaping.

But once he faces a direct battle, his arsenal will not be enough.

Judging from the various fights and dangers Fang Bailu had encountered recently, the weapons he had on hand did not have sufficient lethality.

Prosthetics were fine against ordinary people who had not practiced alchemy and had not undergone a large number of implants and modifications - but in the last encounter with Master Huang Wu, it was almost torn to pieces. After the subsonic sandbag gun ran out of customized plastic foam bullets, it was even less useful in combat: ordinary sandbag bullets filled with metal fragments could not even break Anbennola's mask.

As for those more advanced firepower weapons, Fang Bailu, who did not have the "third eye" or undergo nervous system transformation surgery, found it difficult to unleash their power.

If he wants to better protect himself in the recent vortex of Singapore and Malaysia, or even explore deeper - then he still lacks a killer weapon that can "make the final decision":

Therefore, further developing the functions of "Mobile Flying Sword" became the first thing on Fang Bailu's to-do list.

While practicing how to better "control the sword", he also paid attention to other ways:

For example, "Applications" and "Peripherals" in the mobile phone menu.

Fang Bailu didn't know what the peripherals of a flying sword would look like, but he could find traces of the physical disk of the old world application installation program.

Fang Bailu took the utility knife and carefully cut open the label and seal on the outer box of the package:

A large amount of dust rushed out from the opened box, and Fang Bailu quickly covered his mouth and nose.

"It looks like a lot of them are newly unearthed, and they haven't even been cleaned up properly..."

The relics in Pan Asia are much more abundant than those found in Singapore and Malaysia, and therefore cheaper. Many useless relics are resold all over the world as soon as they are unearthed.

Fang Bailu put on gloves and carefully searched through the debris.

"A section of an artificial meridian that has shrunk... or should we say it 'contains a hundred years of power'?"

He moved the items out one by one and arranged them on the workbench, thinking about how to sell them.

Fang Bailu took out an old and tattered disk with a few large characters printed on the shell that was covered with traces of melting.

"'The Great Music of the Intercourse of Yin and Yang between Heaven and Earth'..."

He examined it carefully for a while and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed: this was just a dual cultivation simulator disguised as the old world's sex arts, and it had been specially treated to look old.

Although the disks of the old world and the new century look similar, their storage formats are completely different. And the technology to convert them is said to be in the hands of large companies.

It is said that many of the magical powers and spells that are popular nowadays have been redeveloped by them before being circulated in the market.

Ordinary civilian smart devices of the new century cannot directly read the unearthed disks from the old world - so he held out a glimmer of hope that he could find one or two disks that were left behind.

"Forget it. I might make a little money if I sell it as an antique to an amateur collector..."

After running a hardware store for so many years, Fang Bailu has become accustomed to this kind of unscrupulous business practices.

"It seems like there's nothing useful..."

The contents of the package had been basically emptied, and they were mostly counterfeit and useless garbage.

"This method of searching is just like panning for gold in the sand. So the relics really have to be found in the 'Dead City'..."

If possible, Fang Bailu tried his best not to have anything to do with the abandoned cities located in the wasteland: only the most daring swordsmen and garbage collectors would go to the "dead city" to look for relics of the old world.

He rubbed his eyes with his elbow in annoyance: Although he had specifically asked Pan Asia's exporters to keep an eye out for disks from the Old World, it seemed that most of these things had been collected by various giant companies...

Before I knew it, only the last piece of cargo was left at the bottom of the box.

Fang Bailu pulled it out feebly: it was a short black stick. The stick body was a kind of segmented and retractable structure; there was a round red button at the bottom of the handle.

"Hmm, this thing looks like the electric baton I used to have?"

Fang Bailu picked up the baton-like stick and weighed it in his hand: the first thing the previous owner gave him to use for self-defense was also a baton like this... He pressed the round button on the handle - there was no light blue electric fire that burst out and wrapped around the stick as he remembered, perhaps the energy had been exhausted.

"Hmm, it's quite different from the second-hand one I had from the Kuala Lumpur Police Force..."

He raised the pole to his neck, then, just as he remembered, he flicked his wrist and swung it diagonally downward—

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

With crisp sounds, the short stick stretched like a bamboo shoot, extending to the same length as Fang Bailu's entire arm.

"what?"

The light and erratic feel of the baton was very different from the one Fang Bailu had used before. And when fully extended, it was much longer than he had imagined.

"It doesn't look like a weapon? This isn't a baton..."

The most important thing is that the tip did not pop out the electric shock port that Fang Bailu had imagined, but instead unfolded a bracket.

Fang Bailu put the bracket in front of his eyes and examined it carefully: the four clips formed a rectangle with the front edge of the stick as the center. He stretched out his hand and pinched it - it was very elastic, like a rubber product.

"Why……?"

For a moment, he felt that this thing was indescribably familiar.

Fang Bailu took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and compared it with the holder: Although the mobile phone is slightly larger than the holder, it can still be inserted judging from the elasticity of the bracket.

If you put a cell phone in there, it would look a bit like Fang Bailu's previous life—

“Selfie stick?”

Fang Bailu quickly pressed the phone into the slot of the bracket: the elastic material around the bracket tightly wrapped and fixed the phone - it was filled up and fit tightly.

Now it looks exactly the same as the selfie stick from Fang Bailu's era.

"It really is a selfie stick?!" He was a little amused and helpless for a moment.

Fang Bailu waved the selfie stick around with nostalgia: I didn't expect to see something like this again after hundreds of years...

"Hundreds of years?"

Fang Bailu suddenly felt something was wrong:

If it was a product of the same era as Fang Bailu before he entered deep sleep, how could it be preserved so well? At least in the new century, he had never seen anything like it.

"Could it be that……"

He took the phone closer and clicked "Connect peripherals" in "Settings"——

drop!

A prompt pops up on the screen: "An available peripheral has been found."

"Great! It actually is a peripheral!"

Fang Bailu couldn't help but jump for joy——

boom!

His whole body leaped up with the powerful force of his feet, and his crown hit the bedroom ceiling: he was so excited that he forgot how powerful his newly implanted Three Yang Meridians of the Foot was.

"Haha, I'm so happy that I jumped three feet high..."

Fang Bailu brushed the dust off his hair, clenched his fist and swung it vigorously: This unexpected gain surprised and delighted him.

He clicked "Connect" in the dialog box, then carefully raised the selfie stick, waiting for changes on the phone with excitement and anxiety.

"I wonder what this peripheral will be used for... Will it make the phone emit sword energy?"

The back of the phone suddenly lit up, as if a flashlight had been turned on. Fang Bailu turned the phone over: two lines of poetry on the back were flashing word by word.

"Where can I get the Heavenly Sword? Cross the sea and kill the whale."

The phone's screen gradually dimmed and turned to pure black. Then it lit up again.

drop!

Fang Bailu's face was reflected clearly on the phone screen.

Above that dumbfounded face, with eyes full of complicated emotions, four large characters were clearly displayed:

"Selfie mode".

Chapter 59 Useless Things (Part )

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Fang Bailu was sprawled out on the mattress, holding the selfie stick in one hand and twisting the sheets with the other.

"……Ugh."

From time to time he let out long, dejected sighs and rolled his body from side to side.

The first peripheral I discovered that could be connected to a mobile phone only enabled an ordinary, even somewhat crude photo-taking function?

This ups and downs of mood made Fang Bailu's limbs weak. He had no choice but to lie on the bed and swipe the screen, looking for other secrets.

He lightly tapped the spiral symbol in the upper right corner of the screen: the picture flashed and turned into the scene in the bedroom.

The pictures taken by the mobile phone are extremely clear, and there is no blur caused by focusing even when moving quickly.

Fang Bailu held the selfie stick and moved it back and forth, squeezing out a sentence from between his teeth:

"It has dual cameras, front and back, awesome..."

He didn't know how many times he had checked the smooth shell of the phone, but he had never found the existence of a camera.

More than seven hundred years later, he was still playing with his mobile phone in bed - he even tried to take pictures with a selfie stick... This absurd sense of magical realism made him curl his lips in self-mockery.

“And I can’t even take a picture of it…”

Although there are four big words "Selfie Mode" on the screen, there is no photo button at all, and there is no option like "Album".

Even if you press the red round button on the handle of the selfie stick, there is no response - if it is a normal selfie stick, this should be the photo switch.

There are three round light gray icons side by side at the bottom of the screen. When Fang Bailu clicks them, a prompt pops up: "Not unlocked yet."

"Is it a filter or something...?"

The more Fang Bailu looked at it, the weirder it felt - after installing this weird peripheral, this phone really didn't look like a flying sword anymore.

He turned the screen back to the rear camera: there were still three round icons at the bottom of the screen, but the difference was that one of them was not locked in light gray, but was shining brightly in pure white.

It was an extremely plain icon. In the perfect circle with a pure white background, there were two narrow, rough, red characters: