Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

He tilted his head: the hearing enhancement module implanted in his ear was not as good as the sound pickup device installed in the store, but this distance was more than enough. But apart from the humming of the refrigeration device, he could not distinguish any other sounds.

"I think the corpse hasn't risen yet..."

Fang Bailu took a few steps back. Last time, the prosthesis was too heavy and Fang Bailu had to run a long distance to start the run. This time, it was much easier for Fang Bailu to do it on his own.

He swung his arms in the air to maintain balance, then landed and rolled to relieve the impact - Fang Bailu had practiced this rolling maneuver countless times and had mastered it to perfection. This time, he didn't need to be carried by a prosthetic body, but jumped directly in through the large window in the corridor.

Fang Bailu walked forward along the dark corridor. The raindrops on his rubber raincoat gathered into silk threads, leaving a long trail of water behind him.

In front of me was the shabby iron gate of Lao Liutou’s drug store.

He picked up the selfie stick, pointed it at the ground beside him, and swiped the square on the screen.

Boom!

Along with the phone, a half-meter square of cement floor also disappeared. He stretched his neck and looked into the empty hole - inside was the corridor downstairs.

The phone flew silently back into Fang Bailu's hands: he found that as long as he turned on the flight mode before using the "Zhu Xie" filter, he could continue to "fly the sword" after "unsheathing".

The corridor was too narrow, and there was no escape route to escape in time. If the thing that Old Liu had refined had "resurrected", he had to leave a way out.

He didn't care that the sound would alert the enemy and draw unnecessary attention... With a "cell phone" next to him, the ones who should be afraid should be his enemies.

Fang Bailu pulled the elastic strap of the eyepiece, covered his left eye diagonally with it, and turned on the infrared imaging: this would prevent situations like "knuckles" from happening at critical moments, and would not delay his observation of other details.

The phone was turned horizontally from vertical and pressed against the cement wall next to the iron gate. The body of the phone vibrated softly as if a phone call was coming, stirring up fine debris from the cement wall - as long as Fang Bailu had an idea, the phone could pass through the wall at any time.

He grasped the door handle and twisted it hard. Old Liutou's pharmacy never locked its doors all year round, nor did it install any safety measures - it didn't need to sleep, it was a 24-hour active sentinel. The last time Fang Bailu knocked on the door, it was just for courtesy.

squeak-

The pharmacy was the same as usual, not much different from the last time Fang Bailu saw it - except that in the room of several dozen square meters, there was no voice of Old Liu.

He looked at the shelf on the wall: where a stack of talismans had been placed before, it was now empty.

"Old Liu! Are you there?"

Fang Bailu deliberately asked loudly, his eyes fixed on the iron door of the cold storage. If Old Liu was in trouble, this would also help to reveal what he had refined.

crunch--

"Boss Fang?! Why are you here?"

The rusty iron door of the cold storage room was opened, and the chilly air permeated the medicine shop. The face of Old Liu on the LCD screen was still as sage-like, but——

There is something "hanging" on its body.

It was a torso without a head or legs, body hair or sexual characteristics: its surface was covered with mouthparts without lips but only teeth, and pale arms with complete lengths and widths. It was attached to Old Liu's body like a centipede, and its entire body was nailed with written spells: the narrow display screen of the spell paper flashed a flickering red light, highlighting the large black characters written vertically in the center:

"avoid".

"Not only did it 'resurrect', it also broke the safety protocol of the spell..."

Fang Bailu shook his head and did not answer Old Liu, but just continued to look at it coldly.

The more he looked at it, the weirder it became: a tiny fleshy bud stretched out from one end of the trunk, directly connecting to the gap in Old Liu's mechanical body. Upon closer inspection, it looked like it had "grown" from Old Liu's metal body.

"Haha, this is the 'zombie' I made! How is it? I've never seen this kind..."

Old Liu on the LCD screen was beaming with joy, a joy Fang Bailu had never seen before. But his attention was drawn to the "zombies" -

It is eating.

A pool of transparent organ preservation fluid flowed out of the cold storage, on top of which lay the human organs that Old Liu had stored in the cold storage.

The arms alternately grabbed a large intestine dripping with organ preservation fluid, like a long rope. The arms tore the large intestine and stuffed it into the mouth - there was a fine and dense sound of teeth hitting each other, and from the sound it seemed that it had at least several rows of internal teeth.

With the chewing and swallowing mixed with liquid, the arm completely pushed the ten-meter-long large intestine in. Then, the "zombie" picked up a piece of pink meat that seemed to be a kidney.

Fang Bailu swallowed and suddenly felt a chill from his jaw to his Adam's apple. He reached out and touched it, and found transparent mucus on his hand:

Amid the rumbling of hunger cramps in his abdomen, he realized that it was his own saliva.

"Indeed, if it were a holographic projection, that kind of large intestine would not taste the same—"

Fang Bailu slapped himself hard on the face, his saliva making a "pia chi" sound as it hit him. He closed his eyes, tapped his toes, and flew backwards out the door. He only stopped when he hit the wall.

He was affected by the "zombies".

"I actually have an appetite... This thing is very similar to the knuckles, but the effect is not as strong. It won't be a big problem if you keep your eyes on it for a while."

Old Liu's iron-ball-like body was dragged out by the "zombie"—

A pair of eyeballs, connected to the optic nerves and blood vessels like thin red threads, "broke away" from the body surface and stared at Fang Bailu. Two of the hands were smeared with organ preservation fluid, and they scooped it up and splashed it on the eyeballs, as if to help keep it moist.

The mouths covered with the body moved convulsively, and then spit out round and full, white and dotted with tender red secondary sexual characteristics. In a blink of an eye, half of the mouths that were no longer eating had already spit out these plump balls.

"It has changed its shape and grown new organs. Is it because of the appearance of a human like me?"

Fang Bailu had some vague guesses.

"No, that person can't be eaten!" Old Liu's LCD screen hit the door frame, leaving cracks.

Fang Bailu ignored the pain in his back and opened his left eye covered by the eyepiece, allowing the world of red and black to return to his sight.

The "zombie" slapped the ground with one arm, and stretched out the other half to the side, twisting and leaping towards Fang Bailu.

hum!

The cell phone rolled and danced, vibrating and roaring as it rolled over the "zombie"'s arm that was raised to Fang Bailu in pursuit - a handful of dark red blood mist exploded, and pieces of flesh and bone flew everywhere, and the palms closest to Fang Bailu fell to the ground. The severed palms still hadn't lost their vitality, and kept jumping on the ground like a fish out of water.

"The accuracy of flying the sword is not very good yet, there will be deviations."

Fang Bailu was originally aiming at the "zombie's" elbow.

Dedededede…

The remaining mouthparts emitted dense teeth collision sounds, and the remaining hands clenched into fists and pounded the ground hard, dragging themselves and Old Liu to continue to pounce on Fang Bailu.

"Don't you have vocal cords or something like that to produce sound?"

Fang Bailu took a step to the side and fell into the hole that he had cut out with "Zhu Xie" before.

Hey!

As soon as he landed, he jumped back again. Fang Bailu raised the selfie stick, and the phone passed through the partition between the upper and lower floors, breaking the water pipes, steel bars, cables and cement and returned to the groove of the bracket.

Fang Bailu was thrown back by the force of the phone, his arms stretched upwards.

The "zombie" squeezed in from the half-meter square hole, but was stuck by Old Liu's iron-ball-like body and hung in the air. Its arms scratched around randomly, and the newly grown secondary sexual characteristics in its mouth swung around.

Fang Bailu knelt down on one knee and held the selfie stick in front of him - there was no time to open the tripod, so he could only do this to stabilize his balance for now.

In the "Zhu Xie" filter, the frantically dancing torso of the "zombie" is composed of three squares: but the numbers on top keep jumping and never stabilize for a moment.

Fang Bailu used his finger to slash in the direction of the arrow. He pressed the round button on the handle and tried to stabilize the "handle" that was shaking constantly with the vibration of the phone.

The phone disappeared.

After a moment of silence, the remaining water droplets on Fang Bailu's rubber raincoat were blown back by the strong wind, and the dust accumulated on the corridor walls for a long time swelled up into two long streams of smoke, spreading towards the "zombies" -

The mobile phone jumped beside the drooping body of the "zombie", dancing in dazzling arcs one after another: the "zombie" centipede-like body silently split into two and fell down together.

Snapped!

The "zombie" fell to the corridor, stirring up dust, blood, and fragments of spells - its eyeballs were crushed by its own weight. It rolled and struggled on the concrete floor, but the one-third of its torso cut off by the phone was silent, like a pile of "real" dead meat.

The cell phone flew back into Fang Bailu's hand. Even though it had been stained by countless blood and flesh, its smooth and shiny shell was not stained at all.

He held the hot body of the camera with his fingers and put it back on the selfie stick:

"Two more swords are needed."

Chapter 67: Resurrection (Part )

The talisman paper that was broken by the impact was scattered all over the place. The transparent glass-like fragments of talisman paper pierced into the "zombie's" rolling body, making it covered with flickering bright spots.

The part of the torso separated by the "Zhu Xie" filter was motionless, and from the outside it seemed to have completely lost its activity: however, the arm that was previously cut off by Fang Bailu's "flying sword" could still move after being cut off.

The numbers on the blocks created by the "zombies" in the mobile phone were still jumping, but the frequency was much slower.

"What do these numbers mean? Why do the numbers keep changing here in Zombie..."

Fang Bailu propped the selfie stick on the ground with his left hand, and turned the stick in the direction of the "zombie"'s rolling, so that the center of the screen always remained on the "zombie's" torso. The fingertips of his right hand waved——

hiss!

Amid the sound of fierce airflow, the blood-stained torso of the "zombie" with unclear details was cut off by the mobile phone again - this time it flew upwards, stuck to the ceiling with the sound of water, and slid down after a while.

The remaining small section of the zombie's torso rolled on the ground, and the remaining arms suddenly twisted together.

The smallest arms were tightly grasped and pressed down by the other arms, and stuffed into the mouthparts with exposed gums.

"Starting to eat yourself?"

In Fang Bailu's eyepiece, red dots of light were splattering everywhere: that was the blood spurting out of the body. Judging from the amount of bleeding, the body fluid circulation of the "zombie" seemed to be different from that of a normal person.

Fang Bailu had seen things like self-cannibalism before - once, a possessed swordsman ate his own flesh and blood legs clean, leaving only his upper body which was made up of prosthetic limbs.

He put the phone screen on "Zombie": This time the picture on the phone was no longer as smooth as before, and the frame rate began to drop. Fang Bailu touched the body of the phone with his fingertips - it was no longer slightly warm, but became a little hot.

Fang Bailu frowned: Using this filter multiple times in a short period of time seemed to make the phone "stuck".

"Why, is it that the configuration of the 'mobile phone' is too difficult to run this filter?"

While he was adjusting his phone, the "zombie" underwent new changes.

As it devoured its own limbs, the rest of its arms swelled up - especially the biceps, which bulged so much that they even broke through the skin, revealing the red and white fascia and muscle tissue.

"Ah...ga..."

The densely packed mouthparts of the "zombie" uttered low, hoarse moans - it seemed to have grown vocal cords and a tongue. Those irregular calls and gasps made Fang Bailu feel a little creepy.

It dug its remaining thick fingers into the wall, contracted its over-enlarged biceps, and moved the remaining one-third of its body away from Fang Bailu.

But those wildly dancing limbs actually hindered its movement, leaving only a long dark red mark on the rough concrete floor from the broken torso.

"Do you still know how to escape...without a brain but with a will to survive?"

Fang Bailu was amazed at the "rectum" of the "zombie": after swallowing, digesting, and transforming, it could be used for limb growth immediately. And it could eat itself, which was much better than those synthetic organs sold on the market.

"What kind of energy conversion efficiency is this..."

He pointed his phone screen at the "zombie" that was whimpering and howling, dragging its body with difficulty, trying to leave.

hum!

Although there was some lag when aiming, the mobile phone that was "launched" for the third time still caused a violent swirling air flow in the narrow corridor.

The chaotic and terrifying screams came to an abrupt end - the mobile phone danced around the remaining remains of the "zombie", and the screaming flesh and blood slowly stopped moving like a fan that had lost power.

"The 'Evil-Slaying' filter seems to be able to destroy activity when used on living things... How does it do that? Is it some kind of high-temperature inactivation method?"

Fang Bailu was thinking while reaching for the phone that was returning like a homing bird.

"hiss!"

He moved his hand away as if he had been electrocuted: the body of the phone was as hot as a metal kettle when water was boiling. The ten words on the back of the phone, "How can I get the sword of heaven, cross the sea and kill the whale", all lit up, emitting a flowing pale white light.

Fang Bailu shook his head in confusion and let the phone roll around on his wrist: it moved smoothly and there was nothing unusual.

He scratched his head:

"Maybe the phone's configuration is too poor and it's overloaded. Or is it out of battery?"

Fang Bailu ignored the burning phone and walked carefully towards the three parts of the "zombie"'s torso scattered on the ground.

"The 'zombie' made from the skin dandruff showed an appetite..."

Fang Bailu squatted down - when the "zombies" rushed out of the pharmacy, they were still holding "food" in their hands. Some half-chewed human organs fell to the ground, and tooth marks were still left on the exposed tissues.

He wiped the corners of his mouth fiercely - when he saw the "zombies" feasting on these organs before, he actually felt hungry... but now he was only left with nausea and disgust.

"Why does watching it eat also stimulate my appetite?"

Since Fang Bailu woke up, he has never had the experience of "craving" for anything again - those sour and bitter nutrient solutions and synthetic foods with countless chemical additives may make people feel full for a long time and stimulate the taste buds, but it is difficult to satisfy the needs of the soul.

Not to mention a pile of human flesh soaked in formalin or organ preservation fluid...

The only possibility is that the "zombie" has similar characteristics to the "knuckles" that the company clerk hid in the hotel.

"It whetted my appetite, and 'Knuckles' whetted my sexual desire... No."

Fang Bailu recalled the transformation of the "zombie" when it saw him - it spit out a pair of plump and round breasts from its mouth. Before that, it was only obsessed with eating.