Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Are you laughing? ..."

He couldn't help but feel a little strange: when those horse thieves saw the craniotomy tool in Atala's hand, their muscles would relax and they would become incontinent because of fear.

Arata doesn't have much of a real sense of life and death, and perhaps he will only understand it after Atara fulfills his destiny and is reborn.

The girl's raised lips and the smile lines around her eyes were expressing her joy to Xin - but Xin's extraordinary eyesight could see that the girl's other clenched fist was trembling slightly.

“I’m still a little scared.”

Xin couldn't tell whether the girl was beautiful or ugly - he could only draw the conclusion from her smooth skin that she was "very healthy and had a good metabolism". This made Xin couldn't help but take a few more glances: apart from those synthetic skins, he rarely saw such a delicate and smooth epidermis.

For him, an artist working with "human skin", this is high praise.

“‘Beauty and ugliness are acquired.’” He remembered Atala’s words. “‘In fact, it is only capital that chooses the masks it wants to sell to you.’”

No matter what, Xin Moming was still willing to keep his eyes on this girl.

The crowd around her responded enthusiastically to the girl's smile:

"Good! Good! This one is pretty good this time!"

"Authenticity is the most important thing. Authenticity is the most important thing. I saw a troupe that was just filling in the numbers before. They hired a drug addict to perform a martial arts performance. We almost beat him to death."

The leading performer picked up the tablet computer in his hand and carefully showed it to the audience:

"No deception, no deception! Please look, everyone - all the legal documents are complete, and the agreement is signed voluntarily."

Arata followed the people around him and stood on tiptoe to avoid having their vision blocked.

"Please vote and decide the direction of this girl's life—"

The performers waved their hands toward the huge panels at both ends of the stage, signaling to the audience below.

"Should we destroy her soul and spirit right here, or should we let her ascend to heaven and become a celestial official?"

Chapter 90: Love Story in the Cyber ​​Age Part (Part )

The rain gradually got heavier, just like the cheers coming from the crowd around.

They put on raincoats to cover their heads or opened umbrellas - people were so excited that they didn't care about providing some free convenience to others.

Before the vote, non-skippable ads played on both sides of the screen, but even this did not interrupt the excitement of the crowd.

"vote……"

Xin was a little confused: judging by the crowd's reaction, the voting going on on the screens at both ends of the stage seemed to be giving them great pleasure, but he found it difficult to comprehend the excitement rippling among the crowd.

The crowds, like the Red Sea parted by Moses, formed two long lines in front of the two screens. Large words flashed on each screen: one read "Souls Flying to Death" and the other read "Glorious Ascension to Heaven".

Xin also saw a long row of sponsor logos in the corner vying to jump out of the screen, like haunting ghosts transformed by holographic light dancing in front of the voters' eyes.

He hesitated for a moment and followed the long line of girls who could become celestial officials.

Although Xin didn't understand what the "Tianguan" was, he didn't want the girl in the center of the stage to die.

The performers on the stage were not idle, making preparations for the operation.

"Weapon Dissolution! Weapon Dissolution! Weapon Dissolution!"

The excited crowd was in an uproar and extremely excited.

Xin raised his head, and the muddy rain water hit his respirator. Xin wiped it with his finger: the water stain was a light gray-black color, and he didn't know how many foreign objects were hidden in it.

“Is it really possible to perform surgery in this environment?”

Not to mention the construction of a sterile cabin for surgery, there was not even a awning. Performing surgery to remove the brain in such an environment...

The two voters in front of Xin whispered to each other in low voices:

"I don't like watching the kind of celestial officials who are selected through layers of selection. I prefer this kind of wild one. And the voting is free, while other places require money. Small troupes also have their advantages!"

"Me too! The ones on the show and online are fake, this is much more real. You know? It is said that some celestial officials haven't even given up their physical bodies, they are all remote..."

"Shh! Don't say that here!"

Xin listened to the whispers around him, his heartbeat getting faster and faster, and his face gradually turned red. This was because the smoke in the "Sanwu?" respirator had not been discharged for a long time - they were flowing back and promoting his metabolism.

He turned his gaze to the girl in the center of the stage:

The street performers surrounded her, adjusting the various tools for opening the skull. The sharp cutting sound could be heard clearly even from several meters away, a filing sound that made your teeth ache - except that Xin no longer had such oral organs.

Through the gaps between the bodies, Arata and the girl looked at each other.

The pupils of those eyes were slightly dilated, and the smile lines around the eyes had disappeared: the previous calm joy was gone, and now what could be read in them was fear and tension.

This kind of look is new to me, and it is the standard look of a human being facing death. The girl's excited sympathetic nerves control her pupil dilation muscles, expressing her inner terror in her eyes.

As if she had noticed the new attention, a smile reappeared on the girl's face - full of uneasiness and anxiety, even a little despair. This was not a good look, and the twisted facial features that looked like crying even looked ugly.

When Xin turned around, he saw that the team behind the "Soul Flying" option had formed a long line, more than twice as long as his own.

The two people in front of him seemed to have noticed the gap between the two teams:

"It seems that this girl can't become a heavenly official. By the way, what should we do with her body after she dies?"

"I guess they sold it. The 'remains' of celestial officials or those who failed to ascend to heaven can be legally traded. They are worth a lot of money! Don't these second-rate troupes make a fortune from this? If they really ascend to heaven, they will probably lose money."

"So it's still a secret operation after all this time... It's boring. Then why don't we vote and go to the front of the stage to grab a good seat? Let's watch this Bingjie performance carefully and not go to the computing power pavilion to kill time today."

"Uh, then why don't you just throw in the Soul Flying?"

"I haven't seen how the Heavenly Gate works yet, I just want to take a look..."

The two people at the front of the line shook their heads and left the line. The number of people who chose to let the girl "enter the gate of heaven" became smaller and smaller. It seemed that many people simply gave up voting and went to grab a good seat in advance.

If nothing else happened, the girl's soul would probably be destroyed after being taken out of her body.

But Xin was still thinking about the girl's crying smile that he had just seen:

"Why can you still laugh?"

Nothing matters more than life and death. It is rare to find someone who can smile at the end of disappearance. The new heart beat like a drum, and the smoke that had not been discharged for a long time made his blood burn, almost boiling. He looked at the face with a shaved scalp and painted with signs of craniotomy, and suddenly he had a determination:

"I don't want her to be torn apart like this..."

This thought popped up from the depths of his mind so resolutely that it even scared him. He immediately found a reason for the situation:

"What's going on? Is it the 'suspension bridge effect'?"

When people encounter dangerous situations, their heart rate and breathing will involuntarily increase. If there is a member of the opposite sex at this time, their subconscious will unconsciously seek explanations for this physiological performance - sometimes, they will attribute it to having feelings for the opposite sex.

"Don't make things complicated...Don't make things complicated..."

Xin repeated it quietly in his mind, reminding himself not to forget why he came to Kuala Lumpur: finding Atala was the only important thing now.

While I was thinking about it, the entertainer who was the host on the stage stepped out from the crowd:

"Thank you for participating! Thank you for participating! Unfortunately, it seems that the results have been announced without counting the votes. Our protagonist today..." He bowed slightly and pointed his right hand at the girl in Taichung; "cannot become a celestial official."

The girl sat stiffly on the metal imitation wood chair, with rain and tears sliding down her face. The street performers on both sides took out a metal fixing frame and fixed the girl's head on top of the chair.

As the screws were tightened, the girl's head remained in an upward position facing the sky, and she closed her eyelids to prevent the dirty rain from entering her eyes.

The street performer continued in a loud voice, the sound of the throat microphone making his words particularly clear:

"But next, we will still present an authentic and genuine Bingjie performance to the audience!"

The performer bowed to everyone around him, and raised his hands holding the surgical instruments to the sides like open wings:

"Thank you to the sponsors and the audience for their time! Especially to this girl, her contribution to mass entertainment is priceless! We will donate 0.1% of the proceeds from the sale of her 'remains' to the A Luo Street Subdistrict Office to give back to the community!"

There were sporadic cheers from the crowd, but more often there were shouts and curses urging the military performance to begin.

The street performer took out a microphone from his waist, walked lightly to the girl's side, and put the microphone to her mouth:

"Finally, let's invite our protagonist: Do you have any last words?"

Xin didn't continue listening - he placed his hand on the valve of the respirator and turned it gently. Blue-gray smoke burst out from it and spread around him. He inhaled and exhaled freely, spewing out the smoke wantonly.

On the stage, the girl with her eyes closed let out a long breath, and her breath made a noise on the microphone:

"I……"

After saying one word, she could no longer continue, leaving only suppressed sobs and coughs as she was choked by tears.

"Weapon Dissolution! Weapon Dissolution! Weapon Dissolution!"

The crowd's shouts rose again, covering up the sound of rain and the girl's soft sobs.

The surroundings have quietly changed:

It was as if someone had lit a smoldering fire, and in the solid smoke, the audience could hardly even see their own fingers.

Thick smoke rose from all directions, covering the crowd and the stage.

Chapter 91: Love Story in the Cyber ​​Age - Part (V)

What is the endless smoke coming out of the "Sanwu? (Healthy and Strong Fragrance Type)"?

Xin didn't know the answer to this question. He only knew that in every "previous life" of his, he had been implanted with this respirator from the old world. The history could even be traced back to the first time he and Atala were conceived in the yin and yang energy.

"'It's okay for boys to smoke.'" Every time he exhaled the smoke from his mouth and inhaled it through his nostrils to play the "return dragon", it would strangely arouse Atala's sexual desire; "'We are not children anymore.'"

At this moment, Xin raised his head and vomited out clouds of smoke as the heavy rain fell from the dark clouds in the sky.

They can provide Xin with unimaginable metabolism and organ recovery: the strong liquor made by the horse thieves with industrial alcohol and water cannot harm his liver and gastric mucosa, and he can even drink it like water on weekdays; the nicotine content in the smoke used for inhalation is enough to poison ordinary people and make them comatose, but it can satisfy his daily physical activities in some form. As long as he has a respirator, he doesn't even need to eat.

But what made Xin feel most comfortable was that the smoke could be shaped as he wished. Just like now - it was acting as a cover to obscure everyone's sight.

If you look at the stage from a distance, you will find that the smoke is like a thick fog wrapped in a semicircle, like an inverted bowl with a diameter of more than 20 meters. It covers a corner beside the main road, and from time to time, panicked figures rush out from the edge and crawl to hide in a safe place.

Xin twisted his body slightly, avoiding the audiences who were running around in the blue-gray smoke like headless flies. The smoke could block the sight of others, but his vision was not hindered. He did not understand the reason for this mysterious thing.

The respirator made a faint clicking sound and stopped blowing out smoke rings: this meant that the filter needed to cool down. Xin continued to walk towards the stage - the smoke that filled the air was enough for him.

This isn't some dangerous place, it's just a street performance.

"Follow your heart and follow your feeling." He put the scabbard on his waist, "The girl had very good skin. It's a pity that she died like this."

"Boss, someone's here to mess things up! Someone's here to mess things up!"

A high-pitched roar was heard through the thick smoke, and the troupe members pulled weapons from various corners of their clothes and lay low on the spot.

For a moment, the sounds of guns being loaded and the safeties being turned on merged into one, mixing with the sound of rain to form percussion music.

Some of the audience members who had almost fled in all directions followed the roar and cautiously moved towards the stage. However, it was unclear whether they were spies placed in the audience by the troupe or curious onlookers.

"I wonder who you are, could you come out to meet me? It's a small business, I hope you can give me some face... Protection fee and other things can be discussed!"

The street performer who had been the host was crawling cautiously, pointing his gun at the surroundings. He used a throat microphone to speak, and his words came out of the speakers next to the stage, so as not to be discovered by the invisible enemy.

But judging from his fingers that were stretched straight and ready to pull the trigger at any time, as soon as he appeared, he would be hit by a volley of bullets.

Shinya had no intention of responding.

He bent his knees gently and jumped onto the stage. The synthetic fibers and plastic film made a rustling sound as they bore the weight, but this sound was barely noticeable amid the sound of countless raindrops falling.

For the street performers who were almost deprived of vision and hearing, it was impossible to detect the arrival of the new——

As soon as he landed, he jumped again: the street performers crawling in various corners of the stage raised their guns at the same time and pointed them in the direction where he landed for the first time.

Da da da!

Tongues of flame spewed out of the barrel of the gun, but could only pass through the smoke and hit the walls of the surrounding buildings in vain.

In the pitch-black smoke, these street performers can still identify their new location...but all this is within their expectations.

Although he was already accustomed to the soft sand and muddy ground in the wilderness, Xin also knew that the thin iron sheet used as the stage floor could easily transmit vibrations - and people crawling on the ground could obviously more easily use their limbs and torsos to feel the direction of the vibration.

The leaping Xin drew a semicircle in the thick smoke, and the blue-gray air flow continued to flow along the trajectory of his leap behind him. He put his feet together and landed on the cervical vertebrae of the leading street performer.

"Snapped."

He imagined the sound of his cervical vertebrae breaking in his mind - the faint, crisp sound was drowned out by the sound of rain.

"Cuckoo-"

With the faint struggle, twitching and the strange sound of suffocation from the trachea, Xin felt the life crawling at his feet disappearing from the body.

"Return to the spirit of all things..."