Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"I didn't find it."

Anbenola took off the tattered mask hanging around his waist and stroked it with his fingers a few times.

The mask covered with spider-web-like cracks flashed a few red lights, and he spoke quietly:

"The owner of Fang's Hardware Store on Alor Street is a perfectly revived living dead. He knows what happened before the 'Big Blackout'."

This is a recording. The voice in it is mechanical and obviously synthesized.

"…Who is this?"

Fang Bailu pressed his index fingers on his left and right temples to relieve the pounding pain coming from inside.

He knew that this was due to increased intracranial pressure caused by tension and fear.

"Who is it? Why does someone else know?" Fang Bailu pinched her thigh tightly.

The implant in his mouth had already used up the sedative, and he now only felt dizzy.

Anbenola shook her head slightly. She did not answer, but put the mask back on her head. Her tightly closed single eye was exposed from the broken and mottled mirror surface, and the nerve tubes twisted and extended upwards, connecting to the visualization machine on the ceiling above her head.

After a moment, the neural tubes fell down again, and the green eyes lit up with a faint light:

"I can't tell you. He said it's not the right time to tell you yet."

"TA... is it him, her, or it? Why did you know that I am a living dead? And why did you tell Anbennola?"

Fang Bailu raised his head, and the mirror of the Anbennola mask reflected his own bloodshot eyes:

"Are you communicating with that person?"

Anbenola took off her mask and hung it back on her waist, then sighed softly. She placed her hands on the ground, bent her upper body until her forehead touched the ground:

"sorry."

After the ceremony, she raised her head again, her voice still cold and clear: "I can only tell you that the possibility of him leaking it to other people is almost zero. I can't say anything else now."

"Almost zero? Can't tell? Just you and the trouble you caused almost made me..."

Fang Bailu took a long breath and then exhaled fiercely, suppressing the chaotic emotions in his heart.

He pinched his brows: one problem led to more problems, and he hated this.

If the problem is not solved, it will always be a problem. Fang Bailu knows that when the problem comes, it will only be more troublesome.

After a moment of silence, Fang Bailu continued to ask:

"Why is the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society looking for the living dead? Don't tell me you don't know. Even if you really don't know, you must have some guesses."

Anbenola did not answer, but asked Fang Bailu:

"Did you bring the things I asked you to keep?"

Fang Bailu reached into his backpack and took out the hexadecahedron.

It kept beating in Fang Bailu's palm, and the light green grid lines expanded and contracted, like some poorly imitated heart.

Anbenola looked at it quietly for a while, then spoke:

"This is... the inner elixir of an immortal's corpse."

The hexahedron slid from Fang Bailu's hand and hit the metal floor without making any sound.

"Then... the immortal's inner elixir is the immortal's bone?" Fang Bailu looked at the quietly beating hexahedron, "But the Yin spirit said that this is not the immortal's bone..."

Inner elixir - this is one of the highest fruits of the Tao that can be colonized, integrated or implanted after the Qigong practitioner has cultivated the new elixir through a series of methods such as guiding, moving Qi, taking medicine, and transformation to strengthen his own spirit and body.

Fang Bailu had seen some crudely handmade inner elixirs from the new century and some inner elixirs that were unearthed and refurbished from the old world. But, "the inner elixir left behind by the immortals"? This was beyond his understanding.

"Immortal... is it a nickname for Qigong practitioners who have reached the pinnacle? But why have I never heard of this term? Is it some kind of secret of Qigong practitioners..."

After working in the underground network in Kuala Lumpur for many years, Fang Bailu found that he knew very little about this world.

"It should have been immortal bone." Anbennola leaned forward to get closer to Fang Bailu, staring at him without blinking, "If it wakes up from its dormant state."

"The Microcomputer Taoism Research Association has a message... The living dead can revive the immortals."

"Resurrect the immortal?"

Fang Bailu raised his head: "Is this why you gave this inner elixir to me for safekeeping?"

Ambenola did not answer, but continued:

"They tried many living dead people in white coffins: dementia, vegetative state, brain death, and even tried animals in white coffins... but there was no response."

"So they set out to pursue that rumor: the perfectly revived living dead."

Anbenola pointed at Fang Bailu: "But this is not a rumor, right?"

Fang Bailu let out a long breath: "How did the research institute's things end up in your hands?"

Anbenola laughed, but her green eyes remained cold: "Who said this is something from the research association?"

"What they have in their hands is the right leg of the corpse-reincarnated immortal. It is said that there are other body parts scattered all over the place."

"The new Malaysia... will be swept by a storm because of the flesh of an immortal."

"Boss Fang, you are the eye of the storm."

…Fang Bailu fell on the bed on the second floor of the shop and sank deeply into the mattress.

Unlike the popular capsule sleeping cabins, Fang Bailu is more accustomed to the soft and elastic touch.

After all, he has been sleeping in the hibernation chamber for hundreds of years.

The clock had struck almost dawn, and the sound of chanting could be heard from outside the store, as if it was there and not there.

"At that time, the Tathagata released countless megabytes of bits from his brow, illuminating the network of eighteen thousand Buddha lands in the east..."

It's time for morning prayers for wanderers outside Kuala Lumpur, and this is the sound of electronic Buddhist chanting.

Although his body was extremely tired, Fang Bailu couldn't fall asleep peacefully for some reason.

Fang Bailu climbed out of bed and walked down to the store on the first floor. The store was still in a mess.

Fang Bailu fiddled with the spray paint of "Harmony Brings Wealth" for a while, and finally opened a secret box on the wall where the word "wealth" was, and took out a small rectangular block.

This is a memorial box for the previous owner.

Generally speaking, memorial boxes are to be placed in the funeral hall to enjoy electronic incense. But the former owner told Fang Bailu to just leave the memorial box in the store.

Fang Bailu took out a VR device - he had no spiritual sense, so he couldn't use the neural pipeline. So he could only use VR, an old-fashioned interactive device that only covered two senses.

He hesitated for a while, but still connected the memorial box to the VR device.

drop--

A series of distorted images passed by Fang Bailu's eyes, and finally a picture appeared:

This is still the scene of Fang’s Hardware Store, but it is not destroyed by evil spirits as in reality. It looks clean and tidy.

An old man was dozing off in a rocking chair in the store, seemingly taking a short nap, with age spots covering his sagging skin.

He is the former owner of Fang's Hardware Store - or rather, his mental copy.

"Xiaodong!"

Fang Bailu called out softly, and the old man woke up from his nap.

"Ancestor?" The old man opened his cloudy dark yellow eyes and gave a hoarse reply, "There have been no guests, so I just slept for a while."

Fang Bailu turned his head slightly and sighed:

"Xiaodong, you are in the memorial box."

"Memorial box?" The old man looked around the scene, his eyes filled with confusion and uneasiness, "Ancestor, am I... am I dead?"

Fang Bailu walked forward, wanting to hold the cold and wet hand of the old man in his memory. But because the VR system did not have a tactile module, his hand just passed through like an illusion.

"Xiaodong... the people from the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society are looking for me. My identity has been exposed."

The old man raised his head, and his eyes finally showed a trace of clarity: "Research Institute? Did they find you?"

Fang Bailu sat at the counter, with some confusion in his voice:

"Not yet, but...what should I do?"

"Ancestor, don't worry." The old man's dim and turbid eyes were like a pair of candles that were about to go out. "In fact, you know what to do in your heart, don't you?"

After two dry coughs, the old man continued:

"We all have to take some risks to survive... bring out 'that' and use it."

The old man stretched out his hand towards Fang Bailu and overlapped his hand.

"Live well and be a happy person. Isn't that what you told me?"

He closed his eyes and tapped the floor with his feet to start the rocking chair rocking again.

The old man fell asleep again.

Fang Bailu took off the VR device and looked at the ceiling.

The copies of thoughts in the memorial box are read-only, they can only be read but not written.

Their form and thoughts will never change, remaining at the moment they are written into the box.

Fang Bailu pushed open the glass door and walked out of the store, trying to see the starry sky outside the zenith.

The white light in the zenith flickered in the dark clouds, somewhat like the twinkling of stars.

The previous owner, Xiangfang Dong, or "Xiaodong", is a descendant of Fang Bailu. Although Fang Bailu never married or had children before he died of a terminal illness, his bloodline seems to have been continued by his cousins.

Over the long hundreds of years, Fang Bailu's descendants experienced many bumps and wanderings, but never gave up on him and always kept the white coffin containing him with them.

Fang Bailu took out a small gold medal from his collar, on which were printed the four small words "Safe Entry and Exit".

This was put on him by his parents before he fell into eternal sleep: at that time, Fang Bailu was already in the advanced stage of liver cancer, which was incurable.

"Live well..." Fang Bailu said softly.

No matter what the cost.

Fang Bailu gently pressed the implanted phone in his cochlear implant: It's time to use "that".

Chapter 12 Mission Accomplished (Part )

Erni climbed down from the all-terrain vehicle, gently danced the two ring-handled swords, and plugged the handle connectors into the charger in the vehicle.

Her knife is a good knife.

Erni is not a blacksmith, so she doesn't know what materials they are made of. But these two 1.2-meter-long weapons have cut through muscles, bones, bullets, tires, and even a truck - Erni pierced its engine from the side. The built-in intelligent module can optimize the chopping route, and it can also chat with her when she is bored.

Her car is a nice car.

From the ruins of the wilderness to the asphalt roads in the city, and even sand dunes, swamps, and hillsides, no environment can block the progress of this "good horse" - Erni used to be a horse thief, and she has the habit of calling all-terrain vehicles "good horses" - the energy stored in the graphene supercapacitor of the vehicle's engine is enough for her to ride all the way to the surface of the moon (of course, if there is a road that leads directly to the moon).

The knife is a good knife, the car is a good car. Both of them now belong to Erni, one of the ace couriers of BiDa Express in the New Malaysia region!

This was her first delivery after becoming an ace courier: delivering a package from Penang to Kuala Lumpur.

It’s not far from Penang to Kuala Lumpur: it only takes three hours by car. The delivery time is also very generous, and it can be delivered within three and a half hours.

That’s what ace couriers are like: you only need to give them half an hour’s leeway, and they’ll have enough time to flexibly respond.

However, along the way, not only did they have to cross the sphere of influence of the horse thieves, but they also had to avoid the wild people and Buddhist practitioners.

These guys are not easy to deal with. To pass through their hands intact, strength, courage, wisdom, and luck are all indispensable.

"So what?" Erni thought, "Oh my god, is there anyone in the world who is more awesome, smarter, and braver than the courier?"

As she thought about it, she hung her goggles on her collar and looked at the dilapidated building in front of her.

An iron house stands alone in the suburbs of Penang, with four large neon characters hanging on it: "Bida Express".

This is an express delivery cabinet, and the express delivery that Erni wants to deliver is inside.

The metal shell of the express cabinet reflected Erni's bright blue twin ponytails and her 1.5-meter-tall height, which seemed a little short.

From the outside, Erni looks like an underage girl.

She avoided her reflection with some disgust, rolled up her sleeves, and revealed the tattoo on her forearm: a palm-sized QR code. She waved the tattoo towards the express cabinet, and the cabinet door opened in response - it was called a cabinet door, but it was much larger than a room door.

The express package in the cabinet door was a human-shaped object wrapped in layers of fabric materials, with layers of seals on it.