Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"My employer asked me to make sure you guys hold back that Qigong practitioner. Oh, being a sorcerer isn't easy either, kid..."

He placed the silver needles on his fingertips one by one, ready to pierce Erni's acupuncture points:

"Be a good person to the end... Tell me, where should I send you later? I'm not a real doctor, and you're too badly injured. And I don't have the money to find a doctor for you, they want an advance payment? The medicine I have can only keep you alive for a day... maybe even less. Then the King of Hell will have to find an agent to make a memorial box for you."

"Where are you going? I still owe the inn money... I guess I won't get the reward..."

Erni flipped through every drawer in her mind and suddenly remembered a place.

After all, he is my only acquaintance in Kuala Lumpur. Will you help me?

"Cough, cough, cough..."

She coughed out the saliva that had entered her trachea due to lying on her back:

"Take Lin Bei to... go to Fang's Hardware Store..."

Chapter 118: Visualization (I)

When Fang Bailu and An Bennola found Xie Shouzhen on the rooftop, he was leaning against the edge of the concrete drinking beer. Judging from his loosened collar and leisurely movements, an uninformed person would think that this security director who had reached a dead end was on vacation.

"Why would a person who is at the end of his rope always run to a place like this... to film Infernal Affairs?"

Fang Bailu followed the slowly flashing red light beside him - that was the signal from the mask when Anbenola was communicating - and aimed at the bottle of wine in Xie Shouzhen's hand. It was a bottle of old-style Snow Pure Draft, bought from an unknown vending machine:

"Drinking with a straw? That's some witchcraft. Why don't you just shake it a little and then drink it in one gulp..."

The "mobile phone" rotated beside Fang Bailu's shoulder, changing colors with the light cast by the distant sign. He did not take action immediately because he needed to wait for the result of the negotiation.

Such a mid-level manager of a company cannot be killed at will. It requires mutual maneuvering, exchange of interests, and threat of leverage. This is exactly what Anbenola is doing at this time: she is communicating with the management of Qingyun Temple.

The Qigong practitioners of the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association and its new subsidiary... would be a fair negotiation. This ultimately failed ambush could have ended before crossing the line - until Anbenola met with the security director.

The research institute has eighteen rules and regulations that will not allow its members to fight to the death openly. It is not known what kind of compensation will be given, but Fang Bailu has decided on one thing:

This security chief named Jie Shouzhen must die.

In fact, as long as the benefits are sufficient, Fang Bailu can put aside any personal grudges. But this time...

He caught a handful of cold, muddy rain water and rubbed it on his face:

"I say...how did you get to be the head of security? You must have used a backdoor. If I were you, I would have called off the operation long ago. Why are you so persistent in taking my life?"

Fang Bailu has become somewhat accustomed to such a life with such conspiracies and calculations that are like a thorn in the side. But this does not mean that he will give up the opportunity to reduce some of the troubles.

They ambushed him again and again - even using Qigong practitioners. Even if Cang Yangzi was involved, without Xie Shouzhen, who "made the project happen", Fang Bailu could at least eat a hundred fewer dumplings before going to bed at night.

Xie Shouzhen turned his head back. Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol, his voice was no longer as slick as before. It sounded like a mixed cocktail of "joke" mixed with "coldness" and "indifference":

"Let me put it this way... My personal situation is quite complicated. Oh, and beer tastes terrible. Why do so many people like to drink alcohol?"

Fang Bailu shrugged, indicating that he did not understand this ancient question either:

"If you don't drink enough of this stuff, it's not good for your health. But if you drink a lot, you'll think it's not bad. The bad taste is probably a bit like raindrops falling into your glass bottle-"

"We're done." The flashing red light on Anbennola's mask dimmed. "You can do whatever you want with this person. Qingyun Temple does not recognize him as a formal employee of theirs. Is he an outsourced employee or a temporary worker? Anyway, that's about it."

"You let go pretty quickly."

Although Fang Bailu didn't expect to follow the clue of the security director and fight his way into the headquarters of Qingyun Temple Qiuzhen Company... it seems that it will be difficult to settle the loss of this ambush with Qingyun Temple in a short time.

"There will be other compensations, right? It's not like he can just deny it." He couldn't see any useful information from Anbennola's mask. "Okay, let's talk about it later."

"Okay." Fang Bailu raised his palm towards Anbennola as if to show off. "Your company knows what sunk costs and timely stop losses are. Do you mind explaining to me why you don't know? You're chasing me and biting me like a mad dog... For a small business like mine, your behavior is very disturbing."

Xie Shouzhen shook the bottom of the bottle, allowing another layer of bubbles to emerge from the light yellow beer inside.

"I know your true identity. It's not the company, it's me... never mind, 'we' would be more appropriate."

I go……

Fang Bailu opened his mouth and then closed it again:

"Has the fact that I'm a living dead been widely known? Why does it feel like everyone knows it?"

Xie Shouzhen seemed to still be immersed in the pleasure of pouring out his heart:

"Cang Yangzi saw it. But he was too stupid and too young to understand what he had discovered... What great path could he achieve with the help of an outsider like you?"

Xie Shouzhen sucked hard on the straw twice and drank all the wine in the bottle. Then he put the bottle down, and the white light from the lens drew a track in the rain and fog:

“But we understand.”

He fastened the buttons of his shirt that had been loosened before, and carefully adjusted his collar and tie:

"What were you before? Let me guess: a worm Trojan horse hiding in a paradise? An adult website where you can transform your body into heaven?"

"No matter what kind you are, you are barely one of my kind. How long has it been since I last saw someone like you? I didn't expect that I was the only one who escaped the catastrophe and survived until now..."

"Uh...huh?!"

Fang Bailu spat out a mouthful of rain that hit his slightly opened mouth:

"Wait, stop talking to yourself! Did you get something wrong?"

After Xie Shouzhen talked all this way, Fang Bailu finally understood: the security director in front of him might have some misunderstanding about him.

Xie Shouzhen spoke faster and faster, directly overshadowing Fang Bailu's questions:

"I know why you want to download yourself into a mortal body - I like to play that way, too."

"Let's do it again next time. I'm not targeting you, but this karma has to be resolved... I can't help it, I was born to do this job."

His tone suddenly changed - the familiar smoothness and greasiness returned to his body. Inexplicably, Fang Bailu suddenly felt that this was the Jie Shouzhen with whom he had fought several times before:

"Boss Fang! You will never understand the wonderful sights I saw in one day. I am a fool, sighing for my fleeting life."

He suddenly raised his arms, as if to embrace the city scene in the night:

"I have comprehended the ultimate after ascension, and I have also had an epiphany among the bewildered crowd - this city is the kingdom of heaven on earth. However, fortunately... my existence will continue. An individual like you also has the qualifications for enlightenment; perhaps we can become friends."

Xie Shouzhen placed his hands on both ends of the lenses, his fingertips deeply embedded in the gap between the eye sockets:

"Okay, let's stop here for now! Bye."

He pulled hard, and the lens and two long lines were pulled out of the eye socket along with blood. Like releasing a fledgling, Xie Shouzhen held the implanted lens and gently pushed it out of the rooftop.

Xie Shouzhen turned around and danced in a funny way with his staggering limbs.

As if a bottle of beer was enough to make him drunk, he fell heavily to the ground - his forehead bounced slightly with the impact, and then he stopped moving.

Xie Shouzhen is dead.

"Any signs of life?"

Even though he looked dead, there was still the possibility of a trap - Fang Bailu didn't want to be tricked by a crawling corpse.

Anbenola's mask rippled from the center to the surrounding areas:

"The body temperature dropped and the heart stopped beating... he must be dead."

The cell phone flew out from the side of Fang Bailu. Due to the exhaustion of the sword holder, its flight was crooked and slow; but it still turned a low arc and cut into Xie Shouzhen's gradually cold neck. Then, it drilled deeper into the broken neck.

Coo...coo...

Grotesque tremors came from the decapitated torso, and the corpse shook like a rag bag full of rats.

Fang Bailu understood the principle of caution: he could only feel at ease if he used his cell phone to completely destroy all the organs in Li Shouzhen's body.

The disgusting sound gradually faded away. Fang Bailu walked forward and picked up the head.

At this time, Xie Shouzhen no longer had that ever-changing face, but was just a young man with his eyes closed.

"Take it back to the alchemy room and see what you can read."

He handed the head with half of the cervical vertebrae to Anbennola:

"And the glasses just now..."

"If you want to specifically throw it away before you die, there must be something wrong."

Fang Bailu's physical strength had long been exhausted, and the "mobile phone" couldn't even draw a straight trajectory. But with Anbennola's speed, the "release" action should not escape her palm.

"When will this end?"

He also understood from Xie Shouzhen's strange words that this guy must not have completely died out.

Fang Bailu's legs felt like they were on fire, making him want to vomit. Even with food as energy, the excessive operation of the three yang meridians of the foot also strained his muscles.

Anbenola took out an injector from her sleeve with difficulty. Her hands were shaking slightly - not like a normal person's trembling, but more like a high-frequency vibration caused by a disordered motor:

"I didn't have time to catch it. I was running at full power for too long today. Sorry."

Her body was shaking a little, and she aimed for a long time before inserting the injector into the spiritual orifice behind her neck.

Fang Bailu looked at Anbennola's tired state and suddenly felt helpless:

"I want to tell you something. I want permission to use the visualization machine. Can I get it?"

Hiss—the injector made a thin sound and injected some substance into her body:

"What do you want the visualization machine for?"

Fang Bailu raised his head and looked beyond the rain at the endless dark clouds. After that, it was the deep night:

"I just want to look at the stars... and practice my Qi, too."

Chapter 119: Visualization (II)

Fang Bailu walked alone in the cold night of Kuala Lumpur, water droplets splashing on his rubber raincoat. He was surrounded by pain that penetrated deep into his bones:

"So poor..."

No other conspiracies, traps or snares are as annoying as the tightness in my wallet.

At this time, Anbennola had taken Jie Shouzhen's head back to the Dan room in the oil tower to meditate and regulate his breathing. Fang Bailu questioned the safety of the ambushed subway, so he walked back to the store on foot.

Although I have made up my mind to embark on the path of a Qigong practitioner——

But the cost estimation, which was almost instinctive, added to his worries:

First, you need to make an appointment with the monks from the "Li Temple" to come to your home for inspection and double the bandwidth of the computing pipeline in the hardware store - it remains to be seen whether the old package can support the use of the visualization machine.

"After the visualization machine is assembled, it's best to find an expert to adjust the hardware. Ah, I'm going to bleed again! Wait, can the visualization machine be installed on the ceiling of the store? Or how about installing it in the apartment? Oh, forget it, just buy a vertical one..."

Fang Bailu’s mind was full of random thoughts.

Strictly speaking, all civilian visualization machines in Kuala Lumpur are sub-machines of the giant machine in the Microcomputer Taoism Research Institute and cannot be used independently without the institute's network.

Fang Bailu couldn't find a better description for connecting to the Internet so rashly than "walking into a trap."

Apart from Fang Bailu's own little tricks, if the master uses the Three Mysteries to bless the network protocol, it can eliminate a lot of risks of leaking his identity.

No matter what you choose, you have to pay a little more and use the expensive packages. The incense fees required for the masters to travel outside the temple are not a small amount - but this money cannot be saved.

"Qingyun Temple, we are not done yet!"

Fang Bailu gnashed his teeth: He didn't believe that this stupid Anbennola knew much about bargaining skills... He must find a way to do it himself, use verbal sparring to get some red envelopes from Qingyun Temple and extort a huge sum of money from it!

Otherwise, let alone the extra expenses for practicing alchemy, the daily maintenance costs of the visualization machine alone would empty out all your savings.

"In addition to the visualization machine, we also need to choose the alchemy method to run it. Otherwise, we can look for internal materials in the Anben Essential Research Institute... Alas, practicing is expensive."

Fang Bailu pulled his raincoat closer and walked into the alley with heavy steps.

The hardware store's sign was still flickering feebly - the lights seemed to have become dimmer in order to reflect the owner's mood.

I wonder if Xiao Xinxiao knows how to entertain customers? If the store doesn't make more money, I'm afraid he will have to find some unconventional ways to make some money.

Fang Bailu thought of the dazzling array of Mr. Horns that Old Liu had introduced to him before his death, and a heavy sadness welled up in his heart. He suddenly felt a sore nose and almost shed tears:

"Perhaps changing my appearance and working as a gigolo in a wine shop is my destiny... Anyway, once I put on a talisman, I don't know what kind of rich old lady will make me fall in love with her. A penny can make a hero fall..."

He lowered his head, sighed, and pushed open the glass door of the hardware store:

"Hey...Xiao Xin, I'm back. How's the store? Are there any customers... F*ck?!"

Fang Bailu never expected that not long after leaving the store, he would see such a scene when he returned:

The shelves that had been crammed full of goods in the small store were pushed aside by someone, creating a wide path. Spots of dark red blood stretched from the door to the counter.