Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The only good news is that Zhao Jizi is still confused and doesn't know where to go.

Deng!

Fang Bailu, who was still rejoicing, was interrupted by a loud noise: the place where Zhao Jizi had been standing before was now filled with cracked earth and rocks, smoke and dust rising, but the man was gone.

Boom!

There was another explosion. Fragments of cement mixed with rain water fell from the sky. Fang Bailu quickly squatted down, covered his head with one hand, and looked up -

In a flash, Zhao Jizi had crossed a distance of more than ten meters and clung to the peeling gray wall of a residential building.

One of his hands was stuck in the wall, fixing himself in mid-air like a weird mountaineering pick. The cement was as fragile as a pile of sand under his right arm, which was cast out of gold and iron. The other arm was extended as far as possible, reaching for the butterfly like a herbalist on a cliff.

Lightning and neon lights illuminated the idiot half embedded in the building. Thunder rumbled, and in the glimpse of the sky lighting up, Fang Bailu looked at Qing Zhaojizi's empty facial features painted with sloppy strokes, as if with some emotion.

It was a demand, a desire. The strokes of his right eye seemed to be stained by the rain, forming a teardrop, adding some pleading.

Is it the empathy brought about by this strange scene, or is Zhao Jizi really releasing his emotions?

Fang Bailu didn't move. Although he didn't know what would happen if Zhao Jizi caught the butterfly, he was willing to buy time.

sieve!

Zhao Jizi swung his body, dug his five fingers into the gray wall and tightened it - but he only pulled out a handful of concrete and deformed steel bars. The butterfly fluttered its wings slightly and glided to another place.

"Hold……"

Fang Baili clenched his teeth so hard that his cheeks ached slightly: the butterfly came straight towards him. This was the last thing he wanted to happen.

Who knows if Zhao Jizi, who is chasing butterflies, will attack him when he approaches him? His heavy mass means that even if he accidentally bumps into him during the capture process...

"How much longer do you want?"

Behind him, Anbenola still didn't answer. She was reciting in a low voice, and the sound of hard objects scraping against cement was piercing and aching.

"Tsk... Protecting the law? Can you really protect it..."

When Zhao Jizi was still "conscious", he was able to block his sword; but now Fang Bailu could not keep up with his speed.

Fang Bailu held the phone in his hand and weighed it:

"If he continues to catch butterflies in the violent way he just did, maybe we can give it a try..."

The butterfly came closer.

The butterfly was even bigger than the one he had seen from afar before - mosquitoes, ants and cockroaches were still rampant in Kuala Lumpur, but Fang Bailu had never seen such a beautiful insect again. In his previous life, he had seen the "Alexandria Birdwing Swallowtail" in the zoo, which was said to be the largest in the world and even the natives had to hunt it with bows and arrows, but it was not as huge as the one in front of him that seemed unreal.

It was flying through the rain and fog and landed on Fang Bailu's shoulder.

Looking at it from a close distance, Fang Bailu could only see two huge wings that were half the length of an arm when spread out; as for the insect body connected to it, he could not see it clearly at all.

"It's weightless... Is it really some kind of holographic projection?"

Fang Bailu sniffed: a faint smell of burning mixed with the dampness of rain and fog floated from the butterfly. He did not shake his body to drive away the phantom that came over inexplicably.

This is an opportunity that can be exploited... Fang Bailu wants to take a gamble.

Zhao Jizi shook his neck like a snake, searching around - his facial features, which were painted like a poorly made puppet, finally focused on Fang Bailu and Anbennola behind him.

His mouth was a crooked arc drawn upward, with a cartoon-like smile on his face at all times.

"coming soon."

Fang Bailu picked up the phone and compared it to Zhao Jizi: between two points, the line segment is the shortest; if Zhao Jizi continues to move as before, this will be his inevitable route.

As long as you know a person's purpose, his actions will be much easier to predict.

The wall that Zhao Jizi was clinging to collapsed and fell apart, with debris falling down like hail. Several pieces of cement the size of a head flew diagonally upwards with the recoil of the terrifying legs and disappeared into the endless darkness.

Fang Bailu only vaguely saw a green figure shooting out from the dust. His dynamic vision could not keep up with the swooping Zhao Jizi, and he could not aim in any meaningful way.

But he doesn't need to either.

Fang Bailu loosened his five fingers and let the phone hover in the air about an arm's length away from him.

Zhao Jizi was like a beast that was hammered and shaped by iron essence, drawing a straight line with wind and rain.

when!

There seemed to be a crisp collision, or a thunderous explosion in front of him, rushing into his ears, but Fang Bailu himself was not sure. There was a warm current flowing down from his ears, and he didn't know whether it was blood or sweat.

The mobile phone, which was not moved by any external force and remained absolutely still, was stuck on Zhao Jizi's sternum with unparalleled force.

His limbs stretched forward due to inertia, like noodles being stretched out; his fingers grabbing around were just a hair's breadth away from Fang Bailu's eyes.

Fang Bailu took a step back and raised his hands to block the beating rain - this was the residual force of Zhao Jizi's collision with the phone.

"The bet was right..."

Chapter 108: Dao Dou Dao (IV)

The scene before me was somewhat funny.

Zhao Jizi reminded Fang Bailu of the movie "Tom and Jerry" he watched in his previous life: his arms and legs were stretched forward, but his torso was bent like a shrimp; the posture was like an elongated and exaggerated letter "C".

After getting rid of the brief inertia, he finally stood up shakily, and his two bare iron feet stomped heavily into the concrete floor.

Zhao Jizi raised his faceless head to the sky and twisted it wildly - Fang Bailu guessed that he was actually screaming, but there was no sound-generating device installed in his body. This silent scream, combined with the sloppily painted features on Zhao Jizi's face, made Fang Bailu feel weird and inexplicably sad.

"The prosthetic body... but it doesn't have human-like facial features installed, it's just drawn on with a pen..."

Fang Bailu put his hands together and focused his attention on his phone:

At this moment, the phone was penetrating into the center of Zhao Jizi's body. Through the square hole, Fang Bailu could see Zhao Jizi's exposed metal thoracic vertebrae - as expected, he didn't bleed a drop. At this moment, Zhao Jizi couldn't move forward or backward. The phone was like a nail driven into nothingness, firmly fixing him in place.

Fang Bailu was hesitating: he wanted to use his cell phone to cut into Zhao Jizi's body, but he was worried that the cell phone would not be able to stop for a moment and he would rush in front of his face.

Zhao Jizi raised his arms parallel to his shoulders and put his five fingers together. Then he thrust his hands into the holes on his chest and dug fiercely.

"He wants to dig out the phone...?"

Fang Bailu stared at the phone embedded in Zhao Jizi's body and rubbed his middle finger and thumb:

Snapped!

Using body movements to help focus attention can achieve better sword-controlling results - this is a little trick he has summed up.

As Fang Bailu snapped his fingers, the phone began to vibrate, and the two sides of the screen kept hitting Zhao Jizi's broken body. In a blink of an eye, the shaking turned into a spinning top. In Fang Bailu's eyes, the phone turned into a spherical shadow - Fang Bailu let it rotate vertically and horizontally at the same time with the midpoint of the body as the axis, in order to achieve the maximum area of ​​damage.

sizzle...

Accompanied by a teeth-grinding collision, hot sparks generated by friction shot out from the xiphoid process of Zhao Jizi's sternum.

A piece of burning green shirt flew out from Zhao Jizi's body, and the burning piece of cloth hit Fang Bailu's hand.

"hiss……"

The heat made him shiver. But then the rain came down, extinguishing the glowing red cloth and emitting wisps of green smoke.

Fang Bailu didn't care about the pain: he covered his mouth and nose with his elbow, and stared intently at the almost bright light source with squinted eyes.

There was a stinging pain in his eyes. Perhaps it would leave him with semi-permanent vision damage, but Fang Bailu couldn't care less at this moment - this kind of rotation required extra concentration:

"Spin faster...faster!"

Zhao Jizi's ten fingers collided with the phone, and a series of strange sounds like lathe grinding came out from the flame. A golden-red light lit up at the edge of the horrible wound - it was the high temperature generated by friction, which could melt gold and break iron.

He stopped trying to grab the mobile phone that was spinning in the middle of his body. He raised his fingers that were shining with golden red and had a terrifyingly high temperature. Zhao Jizi tapped the butterfly on Fang Bailu's shoulder, and then -

The two burning index fingers touched his cheeks.

The smell of burning skin and wisps of green smoke floated out of Zhao Jizi's face with painted features. He pressed his left and right index fingers beside his eyes, and then pulled them down very slowly.

Two dark marks extended from the corners of Zhao Jizi's eyes, through his cheekbones and cheeks, to his upward-curved, smiling mouth.

In the blink of an eye, fine bubbles appeared on the place where he had touched with high temperature.

At first glance, it looked like he had just shed two strings of flaming tears.

Fang Bailu felt that Zhao Jizi was like a person without tear glands who was trying to cry.

Cluck...cluck...

Zhao Jizi no longer tried to remove the foreign object embedded in his body. He pushed his legs diagonally downward and moved forward little by little.

It seemed as if he wanted to just let this ball of metal spinning like a top in front of his chest pass through the center of his chest.

Fang Bailu originally just wanted to force him back, increase the distance again, and buy time. But he didn't expect that he would ignore the damage in his body and force his way towards him:

"Damn it, I can't get rid of this butterfly!"

Fang Bailu had been trying to get rid of this black and white butterfly from the beginning: he slapped his shoulders hard, but his five fingers pierced through the phantom formed by black and white; and no matter how he shook his shoulders, the wings of the landscape painting style remained unmoved.

At this rate, Zhao Jizi would be in front of him at any moment: it was unknown whether the big hole in the middle of his prosthetic would be fatal, but if Fang Bailu was touched, Fang Bailu would probably be broken.

"That's it!"

A huge but gentle push came from behind, and Fang Bailu rolled to the side with this force.

At this time, the bottom of his eyes were full of flickering spots of light, which were caused by the damage to the macula caused by looking directly at a strong light source. But he still tried to open his eyes as wide as possible, trying to see everything that Anbennola had drawn: squares and straight lines covered the ground of the alley. Starting from the first square, two squares extended from each square -

Strangely, these squares are empty.

Anbenola waved his robe sleeves, and a buzzing sound came from his mask from time to time:

"Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep..."

The intervals between the buzzing sounds became shorter and shorter, and finally, to Fang Bailu's ears, there was only a continuous and noisy sound that never stopped.

Zhao Jizi, who was about to turn around and try to continue chasing the black and white butterfly on Fang Bailu's shoulder, stopped.

The mobile phone in his chest had stopped spinning in the huge spherical wound due to Fang Bailu's diversion of attention; but Zhao Jizi had already stopped moving. He just stared at the spinning and jumping Anbennola in front of him and the strange noises she made, as if he were fascinated.

Ambenola danced backwards and leaned down diagonally - her sleeves brushed across the intricate patterns on the ground, as if guiding the audience's gaze.

Zhao Jizi's head moved left and right as she moved, and the synchronized rhythm seemed as if they had already choreographed and rehearsed it together countless times.

"beep--"

The buzzing of bees suddenly stopped, leaving only the never-ending sound of rain between heaven and earth.

Zhao Jizi's "sight" moved away from the squares and straight lines on the ground, and he made a very human movement: he leaned back as if his legs were weak, with his hands on the ground; the mobile phone slid out silently from the big hole in his chest and remained still in the air.

He pushed the ground beside him with both hands alternately, and kicked his feet together: the awkward movements seemed to be escaping from something extremely terrifying. Zhao Jizi stumbled and rolled to his feet, dancing and running towards the darkness at the other end of the alley.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Jizi, as if he was being chased by an evil spirit, disappeared at a terrifying speed - it seemed that the scary wound did not cause much damage to his functions.

He ran away.

……

Fang Bailu blinked his eyes, which were full of tears due to the excitement, and reached out to catch the phone that flew towards him. He turned his head to the side - his shoulders were empty, and the black and white landscape butterfly disappeared without a trace:

"…What happened just now?"

As if covering up the traces on the beach, Anbenola scraped the inside of his foot diagonally across the ground:

"He traversed the binary tree I drew, and from it he learned his true identity, and his consciousness became clear again. But I don't know how long he will stay clear."

Fang Bailu supported himself on the ground and stood up. Although he did not fully understand the meaning, he continued to ask:

"What about those buzzing sounds? What are they used for?"

Ambenola has erased half of the scratches:

"It's just a binary necromancy song, just an introduction."

"So we have somehow managed to break him out of his controlled state... and once he wakes up, he will no longer be our enemy? What on earth is going on with this Zhao Jizi?"

The murderous intent when he was able to send "emoticons", the frenzy when the butterflies appeared, and the escape after regaining consciousness all made Fang Bailu feel weird.

Fang Bailu tilted his head, his eyes full of blazing spots of light. He closed his eyelids to let his burning eyes rest:

“But those squares and lines you drew on the ground are empty inside?

In a blink of an eye, Anbenola erased all the densely packed squares that she had drawn before. She paused for a moment and replied softly:

"I don't understand the principle either. This is just a common ritual for summoning spirits. I've heard of Zhao Jizi. Some say he's a wandering monk from Manila who damaged his brain by practicing secret arts. Or maybe he failed in a duel, owed a huge debt, and had some of his soul stripped away. Anyway, he's not registered in the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association. No matter what it is, there's no need to worry about his threat for the time being."

Anbenola pressed back the ruptured skin piece by piece. The ceramic material made a crisp sound, and blood oozed out from the cracks.

"Luckily you didn't kill him just now. If he was a debtor, the original creditor might come to collect the debt from us who killed him... Maybe the creditor likes his confused state."

"I have to be able to kill him..."