Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The strange creaking sound of bones being put back into place and the sound of blood dripping onto the floor echoed in the alchemy room, making people's teeth ache.

"Immortal... Anben, what is immortal bone?" Fang Bailu looked for a place to sit in the alchemy room, and finally leaned against the wall next to the laboratory table in disappointment.

Fang Bailu originally planned to call Anbennola "Master", but after all, the two of them had started a cooperative relationship, so it would be better to shorten the distance between them.

The name Anbenola is interesting. She looks like a white woman, but she has a Japanese surname and a Western name.

And those emerald green eyes and that short blond hair - it is very rare to see Caucasians who do not dye their hair and eyes black in New Malaysia and even in the entire Pan-Asian region.

"Boss Fang, it's rude not to reciprocate." Anbennola lifted the short blond hair from her ears and pressed back a broken ulna on her forearm with an expressionless face. "I've told you my real name. You have to help me refine the flying sword before asking me anything else, right?"

Fang Bailu didn't answer. He took out the cylindrical core of the flying sword from his pocket and turned it gently.

He stroked the smooth, flawless surface of the cylinder, and finally pressed his index finger on one end of the cylinder.

After a few seconds, a soft and distorted female voice sounded:

"Unrecognizable fingerprint. Please enter your password or register a new user. If you have any questions, please call 0736..."

"Reset to factory settings." Fang Bailu directly interrupted Fei Jian's intermittent voice.

"Please...enter your...identification code."

Fang Bailu recited the 18-digit number that he knew by heart. He had memorized this number since he turned in his "previous life" and was able to enter the Internet cafe - this was his ID number.

"Voiceprint verification... Iris verification... Fingerprint verification... Brainwave verification..."

"Authentication passed, resetting to factory status..."

After resetting to factory settings, the flying sword no longer had the stuttering issues it had before.

"Hmm...it seems the previous poor condition was not due to hardware problems."

"Confirm the information."

"Name: Fang Bailu."

"Age: 783 years old."

Fang Bailu was stunned, and the flying sword in his hand almost slipped: he knew that he had spent a long time sleeping in the white coffin, and when he came to the new world from the old century, everything had changed beyond recognition.

But when the number of more than 700 years appeared, his heart was still shocked.

"783 years old? Have I slept that long?..."

In a slight trance, Fei Jian continued to chant:

"You are of age and have unlocked the anti-addiction system for minors."

"...This thing has an anti-addiction system?" Fang Bailu suddenly woke up from his trance.

He pinched the tip of his nose, and his nostalgic sigh was mixed with a hint of amusement and humor. While he was sighing, Fei Jian's enthusiastic voice sounded again:

"Hello, old man! Tongmeng Toys Co., Ltd. also has a parent-child flying sword series product called 'Mother-and-Child Soul-Grabbing Hook' for you and your grandchildren to enjoy together. You can -"

"Skip the commercial!" Fang Bailu turned the cylinder sideways and slapped it hard, and the nostalgic feeling he had just felt instantly disappeared.

Advertising will exist no matter what era.

A light laugh floated from behind, it seemed to be An Bennola. Fang Bailu coughed dryly and pretended not to hear it.

"Registering new user...Registration completed."

"Please connect the flying sword to you."

One end of the cylinder slid silently to the side, and a thin nerve tube extended from it.

Fang Bailu secretly put down his worries. When the flying sword hovered in front of his nose and sounded the alarm, he had some guesses:

He had never heard of a flying sword being soft-hearted or issuing a warning like "Do not use on other citizens" when it was slashing people, plus the sentence "Please use the ID code to unlock" before stopping...

He had wondered before, why these flying swords became such terrifying killing weapons in the new century?

The legendary military-grade flying swords are still okay, but aren’t those toy-grade, sports-grade, and competition-grade flying swords also real destructive machines now?

It can't be that all the children in the Old World are killing each other, right?

Now he understood: the people of the new century could not be identified and recognized by flying swords.

In other words, they are not even human in the eyes of the flying sword!

Because Feijian's database does not contain their identity information, they do not have identity identification codes and biometrics that Feijian can recognize - after the "big blackout", not only knowledge and technology were lost, but the countries and forces around the world were also very different.

So to those toys or more advanced flying swords, the humans they cut off are no different from grass and trees.

Trying to use an ID number to unlock the flying sword and register a new user on the flying sword to achieve the effect of refining the flying sword is a bit of a gamble.

But fortunately, his bet was right. But even if he failed to refine the flying sword, Anbennola couldn't do anything to Fang Bailu - the evil-repelling talisman on his body had not yet lost its effect.

"Alright." Fang Bailu handed the flying sword to Anbennola, "Just connect it to your spiritual orifice and you can refine it."

Anbenola wiped her hands, which were stained with blood and white bone residue, on her Taoist robe and took the flying sword. She stared at Fang Bailu with her deep eyes:

"783 years old... I was right. Boss Fang is indeed from the old world."

She grinned, revealing her white teeth, with one of her canine teeth standing out. "You are one of the first people to enter the old house/white coffin and sleep, right? You are probably the only one in Singapore and Malaysia who has the identity code/citizenship certificate of the Pan-Asian People's Republic."

"Pan-Asian People's Republic..." This name is different from Fang Bailu's memory, but it is also unexpected but reasonable.

Fang Bailu touched his right abdomen in silence: If he had not won the hibernation chamber experiment quota in his "previous life", he might have died before the age of 25.

Chapter 10: In the Alchemy Room (Part )

Anbennola didn't care about Fang Bailu's silence.

She used her relatively intact right wrist to push away the light golden hair that was scattered on the back of her neck and connected the flying sword's nerve wires to her spiritual orifice.

The spiritual orifice is implanted in the middle of the second cervical vertebra. It looks like a regular octagonal metal groove that is connected to the surrounding skin and flesh.

Hiss—the plug of the neural wire was inserted into Anbennola's spiritual orifice and locked, making a low connection sound.

Her body suddenly straightened and her head tilted upward: this was the first sign of entering a fugue state.

In the era before Fang Bailu fell asleep, this "spiritual orifice" and its supporting technology were called by another name: brain-computer interface.

This is a technology that connects the human brain to machines. In the new century, countless people travel in the digital space through their spiritual orifices and neural wires.

When he entered the white coffin and fell asleep, this technology was still in the theoretical stage. But now, spiritual orifice has become an inseparable part of many people's lives.

Anbenola's eyelids trembled slightly at first, and then began to tremble faster and faster.

Rapid eye movement sleep is a manifestation of the human body's fugue state: her thoughts are being converted into electrical signals to communicate with the flying sword.

This is what swordsmen have passed down from mouth to mouth, that is, to "shape the sword soul and create the weapon spirit" for the flying sword.

"What's the point of sword soul and weapon spirit? Isn't it just picking a few custom options for the flying sword..." Fang Bailu secretly complained in his heart.

He looked at the neck line revealed by Anbennola's head tilted back, and his heart was moved: her neck and carotid artery were completely exposed from the Taoist robe, like a hedgehog with its spikes put down, defenseless.

Fang Bailu could even see the sweat hairs and faint blood vessels on her neck, which could be cut by a sharp object - no one could survive from massive blood loss, not even a Qigong practitioner.

Or use a sandbag gun to shoot at the neck: the muscles in the trance state are relaxed. Without the protection of tight trapezius and cervical splenius, the cervical spine will be broken into two pieces like a fried dough stick under the impact of the sandbag bullet.

If they want to eliminate the outer sect Taoist Anbennola, now is the best time. Although they have a verbal agreement, Fang Bailu is not a rigid and inflexible person. Not to mention that Anbennola has his biggest secret in his hand, and the previous promise of cooperation is just a temporary measure.

but……

Fang Bailu looked out from the big hole in the alchemy room. The endless rain curtain was like a frosted glass, making the night scene of Kuala Lumpur blurry like a randomly painted oil painting. There were millions of people in the painting, but none of them had anything to do with him.

A stranger in a foreign land.

During these three years, no one except the former owner of Fang's Hardware Store knew his identity as a "living dead man". Now Anbenola is one of them.

Although they were fighting for their lives before, there is less hostility now.

He turned his head and looked at the defenseless Anbennola. She entered into a trance without any scruples, and seemed not to care at all about the possible threat from Fang Bailu.

Fang Bailu couldn't help but laugh: Anbennola trusts the spirit of contract between each other more than himself, a businessman.

Maybe it would be nice to have a partner?

He sat cross-legged next to Anbennola and continued to watch Anbennola refine the flying sword.

... Half a while passed. The flying sword suddenly floated up from the floor, slowly and lightly, like a feather falling in reverse.

Click—the neural wire popped out from Anbennola's spiritual orifice and retracted into the core cylinder of the flying sword.

The flying sword hovered at the height of her eyebrows, standing still.

Beep—a rough, monotonous, and harsh synthetic sound echoed in the alchemy room. This was the sound of the digital sword ringing of the flying sword.

The flying sword has been refined by Anbennola.

The original five colors of azure blue, scarlet red, dark blue, and light yellow had all disappeared, leaving only the moon white color. The moon white color gushed out from the flying sword like countless silk threads, entwining and weaving with each other.

"Orchid." Anbennola opened his green eyes and called out softly. This seemed to be the name of the sword Anbennola had chosen.

The flying sword is white all over, like Hetian white jade, and also like Xing kiln white porcelain.

It heard its master calling its name, and swam around Ambenola in the air.

"Hahahaha!"

Fang Bailu took a look at the flying sword and his face twisted uncontrollably. Finally, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

After being refined, the flying sword "Orchid Grass" was about half a person's height. Its blade was extremely wide, but crooked, like a failed pottery work made by a child. The hilt was even narrower than the blade, and the whole flying sword looked like an uncast ghost-head broadsword.

Combined with its all-white color, this orchid looks like a 3D model from Fang Bailu's era, the kind that has lost its texture.

"I'm not very good at imagining things." Anbennola didn't even raise his eyebrows, as if he was not angered by Fang Bailu's ridicule at all.

However, the orchid grass that was originally playing around her suddenly stopped, and the huge, ugly and ferocious blade was pointed at Fang Bailu, looking like a tiger with a fierce look on its face.

"Well! What I mean is, I really like the artistic style of your flying sword, Anben." Fang Bailu's eyelids jumped when he saw Lancao's bloodthirsty posture, and he hurriedly said.

Anbenola stood up from his cross-legged position relying on the strength of his ankles and gently stroked the blade of the orchid:

"Lan Cao said, if you die, then I won't be able to use it anymore."

She looked at Fang Bailu with her dark green eyes, like a she-wolf in the wilderness.

"Can't you just not let me die?" Fang Bailu shrugged.

The orchid grass was registered with Fang Bailu's identity code and biological signs, but the access rights were opened to Anbennola. Once Fang Bailu was confirmed dead, the orchid grass would return to trial status.

Although Fang Bailu finally made up his mind to cooperate with her, it did not mean that he would not keep some backup plans.

"Then if I put your head and main organs in a petri dish, you wouldn't be considered dead, right?" Anbennola gently opened and closed his right hand a few times, his tone flat.

Before Fang Bailu could respond, she smiled and narrowed her eyes into an arc:

"Stop talking nonsense. Didn't you want to ask a question before? Just ask whatever you want to ask."

"This woman changes her expression so quickly..." To be honest, Fang Bailu was also shocked by Anbennola's words just now.

He didn't ask a question right away, but tapped his ear to signal: "Do you have any anti-eavesdropping equipment here?"

Fang's hardware store was equipped with several layers of monitoring and jamming equipment, but the same could not be said for Anbennola's alchemy room. Fang Bailu did not want a few more nosy people who liked to monitor everywhere to know his secrets.

Before, he had only asked about the "immortal bones", but did not dare to mention his identity as a living dead.

The orchid suddenly trembled slightly, and Fang Bailu heard two sharp beeps in his ears, which forced him to turn off the hearing enhancement module in his ears.

It was emitting two digital sword sounds, high frequency and low frequency. The human ear could not receive this frequency. If it were not for the hearing enhancement module, Fang Bailu would not be able to hear it. He knew that this was enough to isolate most audio pickup devices.

Even if someone was monitoring them at this time, they would only hear meaningless high-frequency noise.

Ambenola raised his hand and arched it over his lips - this would prevent anyone from reading his lips:

"Okay, go ahead and ask."

Chapter 11: All things in the world have faded away, only the fragrance of the old days remains

"How did you find out my...secret?"

Be it immortal bones or unknown relics, it was nothing more important to Bai Lu than exposing his secret.

Even now that he was basically cut off from surveillance, he tried his best not to mention the word "living dead".

In the three years after waking up, the former store manager protected himself very well.