Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The bulletproof plate of the counter was spread outward, forming a wide tabletop.

A thin person was lying on top.

Although she was wearing a loose and dirty sweatshirt, Fang Bailu could tell from her slender figure and messy hair that she was only thirteen or fourteen years old.

But her face was hidden in the solidified blue-gray smoke, and her facial features could not be seen at all.

Xin Zheng, who was supposed to be watching the store honestly, was standing behind the counter. He lowered his head and wisps of smoke were coming out of the respirator that looked like a devil with green face and fangs, covering the girl's face.

This seems like some weird evil ritual, but also...

"Good, good fellow! Is that bastard Shin-chan spewing smoke?! Did he kidnap a girl from somewhere?!"

Although this newly hired "child laborer" did not seem to be an adult, this practice was too obscene - so much so that the knowledgeable Fang Bailu could not help but feel angry.

No matter how many years have passed, my bottom line has always been clear. Even if the environment has changed, there are some things that must not be touched! I didn't expect that a young man who was originally fine would be poisoned by the big dye vat of Kuala Lumpur and become like this in just a few days...

Fang Bailu could not help but feel sad and angry. He walked quickly towards the counter, raised his hand and shouted:

"Hey! What are you doing! You little bastard, you didn't get paid to do the massage, so you don't even ask me for some hairy plates?! You bastard, I—oh fuck!"

Boom! He fell to the ground with one blow. The pain and numbness from the rough concrete floor in the store was like an electric shock, running all the way up the white deer's spine.

Fang Bailu, who was already suffering from sore waist and legs due to overdraft of the three yang meridians of the foot, suddenly stepped on something that was both soft and hard like a stick.

"Fuck..." Fang Bailu bared his teeth and fumbled to pick up the culprit that tripped him from the ground:

It was an arm that was cut off by some sharp object, and the oblique cut was smooth and flat. The pale skin due to blood loss was imprinted with the footprints that Fang Bailu had just stepped on, and it felt extremely cold - this broken arm must have been away from its owner for a while.

But what caught his attention were the artificial meridians hanging from the broken end: although they had become dry and inelastic due to being cut into pieces, Fang Bailu could still tell that they were not ordinary stuff.

“Which company distributed it?”

He turned it over several times and finally found four small words next to the QR code tattooed on his forearm: Bida Express. A horizontal line passed through it, as if to indicate deletion.

"Express delivery... little girl..."

Fang Bailu got up and stamped his feet a few times to relieve the numbness in his legs. He walked to the counter, holding the shelf, and waved his palm to sweep away the smoke that Xinsuo had exhaled:

This face seems familiar.

Although the strange serenity of sleep concealed the constant madness on her face, Fang Bailu still recognized her from her bright blue hair: this was the ace courier who had helped him deliver goods, chopped off Mr. Huang Wu, and spoke with a Taiwanese accent.

"Oh! It's that Erni..."

Now, Fang Bailu's anxious and angry heart was relieved: rather than saying that Xin had abducted such a murderous "young girl", he was more inclined to believe that Xin was coerced by her with a ring-handled knife on his neck...

Fang Bailu patted Xin, who was in a trance while smoking, and dragged him back to reality from his daze:

"Okay, okay, stop talking! It's so smoky, if any guests come in, they'll get sick! What's going on?"

"Ah, you're back. She has a broken limb, a ruptured liver, several minor abrasions on her body, and fractured ribs. Although she has been bandaged, her condition is not good. I used cigarettes to keep her vital signs stable—"

Fang Bailu was rummaging through the medical supplies he had looted from Old Liu behind the counter when he impatiently interrupted the diagnosis spit out by the new machine:

"Stop, stop, stop! Xiaoxin, are you a doctor?! I'm asking you, how did this girl get into our store!"

Shinichi was stunned, and seemed to have finally figured out Fang Bailu's question:

"Oh... before she collapsed, she said she was looking for a job. I said the boss wasn't home, so she asked me about the job benefits. She asked me if there was a year-end bonus, if I could get paid leave, if I could get food and lodging, and other things I didn't quite understand. She fainted while she was talking."

"You come to my shop looking for work in this state..."

Fang Bailu paused and glanced at Xin secretly:

"You just watched this girl come in with her own severed hand, covered in blood, to 'apply for a job'... and you chatted with her." He scratched his head fiercely and added, "And you guys chatted until you fainted?"

"Isn't that how people in the city apply for jobs...?" Judging from the innocent confusion in Xin's eyes, he didn't think there was anything strange about all this; "When I came for the interview, you asked me to stab you with a sword."

As if to enhance his persuasiveness, he drew out the "sword" from his waist and poked the air vigorously.

Fang Bailu turned his head and rubbed his temples fiercely. He suddenly felt that his wish to be a hands-off manager might be difficult to achieve:

"I wonder who are the people working here? Otherwise... I'd better spend money to buy an automatic answering machine..."

Chapter 120: Visualization (Part )

Erni was lying on the mattress in the middle of the store, with silver needles piercing her acupuncture points all over her body. Tubes connected the ends of the needles, and the other end led to the "Mohist disciple" in Fang Bailu's hand and the drug mixer he had found.

With the remote diagnosis and treatment of the online doctor, her condition finally stabilized - her snoring and teeth grinding during her sleep even drowned out the sound of rain coming from outside the door.

"Luckily someone gave her emergency treatment before...otherwise she would have to be transported to the street to find a pharmacy."

But the severed hand could not be reattached after all - although the incision was smooth, the implanted artificial meridians were already broken. Reattaching it would cause the three yang meridians in her hand to die in her body, putting her life in danger.

"It's connected to a nerve, so surgery is not possible. When this guy wakes up, I'll recommend some prosthetics for her."

The mattress was originally placed in the upstairs bedroom and was dragged down to be used as a hospital bed.

Fang Bailu slid his finger over the "Mohist Disciple" and paid the online doctor who had just served him - although he did not know any medical skills, the utensils he had moved from Lao Liutou's pharmacy were complete, and they came in handy at this moment.

This not only avoids the fatigue of traveling and aggravating Erni's injuries, but also saves some expenses.

"So... can I expand the business scope of the hardware store to include a pharmacy? Increase revenue and reduce expenditure, more business and more income. But I have to find an online doctor to do remote diagnosis every time, and I don't know how much profit I can make with such high costs..."

While he was feeling pain over the medical fees, he was subconsciously suffering from occupational disease.

Unexpectedly, the new caregiver was skilled and meticulous - completely unlike his impatient, murderous peers on the street.

He removed his gripper and wrapped it carefully with Fang Bailu's clothes. Then he gently lifted Erni's head with his remaining arm and placed the improvised "pillow" under her neck.

Fang Bailu quietly put down Erni's severed hand, which was beginning to show signs of corpse spots. She had originally wanted to use it as a pillow for her...

He narrowed his eyes and looked at Erni's hair, which was tangled and stiff due to the blood, dust and mud. Now it looked like a royal blue broom:

"Who could beat her like this?"

Fang Bailu thought of the changes in Erni's tattoo on her forearm. The words "必达快递" were crossed out with a horizontal line:

Did you resign from the company?

"Hmm... I don't know if taking her in will cause trouble. Tsk! Let's talk about it after she wakes up. These days, the number of my acquaintances is almost decreasing..."

Xin was still devoted to caring for the injured. He used one hand to wipe the stains on Erni's face with his bare forearm after removing the prosthesis.

Thinking of his previous suspicions about Xin, Fang Bailu couldn't help but feel a little ashamed:

"How could such a good kid do such a thing as drugging and raping someone? I am really... my brain is dirty!"

Fang Bailu bent down and took out a disk from under the counter. On the light pink cover, which was covered with tape, there were couples making love and goblins fighting each other in a lively manner.

"Xiao Xin! You've worked hard. Come, take a break, and let's chat." He coughed twice, "You said before that you're fifteen years old this year, right? You're a little adult now!"

He placed the disk on the counter, covered the cover with his hand and slowly pushed it over:

"You should know a little bit about things at this age... Take this disk and study it after get off work."

Most of the dual cultivation simulators in the store are too distorted or even scary. This one is the most "light" work he can find - it is very old and has an old-fashioned structure, and can only be used to play friendly games with programming partners who only know fixed operations.

Xin took the worn disk in a daze and looked at it in front of his eyes.

Fang Bailu wiped his hands on his trouser legs twice, then raised his hands awkwardly. He pointed with one hand and made a circle with the other hand, tapping them together:

"Well, if men and women want to have children - not the kind through test tubes, they have to first... first... have organs... Damn! You can study it yourself!" Fang Bailu frowned and tried his best to look serious. "Remember: relax appropriately and don't get addicted. Also, I mainly want you to be prepared for this. Otherwise, it will be embarrassing if you can't find the breakthrough point when you really have to take up your gun and mount your horse. Ah, remember to prepare for the action, and warm up as long as possible to let your opponent move..."

Although it was not the first time for him to play the role of an "elder", he still felt inexplicably awkward due to the sensitive topic and started to talk more and more nonsense.

"But he is from the wilderness, not like those walking genitals on the streets. It's better to open up than to block! We are all of the same age. If it really is--"

"No, I know how to do it. Someone taught me the art of harmony." Shin nodded at a man and woman who seemed to be doing some kind of gymnastics and gave a thumbs up; "This is easy to use, very deep."

"Don't be polite, just take it...ah. Ah? This position is very deep?" Fang Bailu quickly deformed his raised hand and scratched his scalp; "You have already...who taught you? Has the dual cultivation simulator been sold to the wasteland?"

There was a hint of doubt in Xin's eyes - it seemed that Fang Bailu didn't understand some things that were natural and reasonable:

"No. According to the city's language, should I call her sister or mother? Or younger sister or daughter? I don't quite understand what you would call her. Every night after sunset, I will dance with her until dawn."

……

Fang Bailu subconsciously looked away, silently took the disk back, and stuffed it into the corner of the drawer:

"Is this what life is like for the barbarians? I...what kind of messed up relationship is this?!"

Although the innate qi can be modified in underground pharmacies to avoid hidden diseases in newborns, and close relative marriage and childbirth are also allowed in Kuala Lumpur; Fang Bailu still feels indescribable weirdness about such behavior.

He did not intend to comment on this: the world has changed a lot, and ethics and morals are no longer what he was used to.

only……

"Dancing together until dawn? Every day? Damn, you're really capable. Is the adolescent body made of iron? Oh! I haven't dealt with Daozi's vixen incident yet. There are always talented people in every generation..."

Thinking about finding a physical body for the fox demon that Mercy Blade had subdued, he became even more overwhelmed.

Fang Bailu rubbed his fingertips back and forth on the counter, trying to remove the bloodstains left by Erni:

I really don't know the people around me at all. If I add more permanent employees to the store, maybe I can improve the relationship?

Good skills, low salary - he is also very honest, even a little silly. Apart from his odd sexual habits, Fang Bailu couldn't find any other faults with him.

Erni...maybe she needs some further education when she joins the company, and her salary still needs to be discussed.

but--

But long-term employment is not easy.

A trace of fear suddenly crossed his mind: he had long been accustomed to the life of this era. This way of living meant that he had to always be on one side of the scale, weighing his interests.

There is nothing new under the sun. In the years before Fang Bailu fell asleep, countless people lived like this. But in this era where spending will eventually exceed income, he can't help but be generous with his feelings - lest he find that he has lost his money in the end and has a hole in his heart when he has no appetite to eat the discounted buffet at the funeral.

After the previous owner entered the memorial box, Fang Bailu bought all the endorphins, dopamine, and serotonin, and then used them all up - damn, these things are precious!

But it is still cheaper than repairing the tear duct.

Carefully spending kindness and care is the limit of what Fang Bailu can do at this moment.

"I don't have the money to buy those expensive things these days."

He stared fiercely at Xinhe, who was sleeping restlessly, and gnashed his teeth for a long time:

……

Forget it, these guys are pretty good at fighting, they won’t die in a sewer tomorrow... They’d better have a tough life!

Fang Bailu supported himself on the counter and sat down on it. His legs felt like they were crawling with ants due to the overloaded meridians. He didn't have the strength to continue standing.

"Xiao Xin, I didn't ask you during the interview, why do you want to go to the city?"

The new movement paused slightly. To Fang Bailu, who prided himself on being cunning and sly, this was a visible disappointment:

"Looking for someone. My... dearest relative left the wasteland alone and entered Kuala Lumpur. I'm here to find her."

"Could it be the one who 'danced' with him...? Was this for love or for family?"

Fang Bailu rubbed his face as if his nose was itchy, so that his strange expression would not be discovered. It’s not that he found it funny, but he was not used to this generation gap in emotional concepts.

It is not uncommon for barbarians to come to the city - there are always many people who try to change the trajectory of their lives, but most of them end up back to square one.

Chapter 121: Visualization (IV)

"Looking for someone? I'm familiar with this. Tell me what the characteristics are..." Fang Bailu knocked on the counter and suddenly thought of a simpler way; "Oh! It doesn't have to be so troublesome. I'll find you a plate that can be used to customize a Taoist partner. Make out the face you're looking for, and I'll find a way to help you find it."

There were not many VIP search times left, and he was reluctant to use them at this time. But if he wanted to find an unprotected person in the city, there were many ways to do it.

Since they are blood relatives who "danced" together every day in the past, the accuracy of the Taoist couple restored by the dual cultivation simulator should not be low.

Xin moved out a recliner amid Erni's bellows-like snoring and sat on it. Fang's Hardware Store provided food and lodging - he usually slept on the recliner on the first floor and watched the store at the same time:

"No need to rush to find her. I think I understand that leaving the wilderness is part of her 'destiny'... When the time comes, she will come to see me herself."

"Destiny?"

Fang Bailu raised his eyebrows - this word aroused his interest. The worship and beliefs of the barbarians are all kinds of strange, and knowing more about them will also help him to prescribe the right medicine when doing business:

"What does destiny mean?"

"That's it..." Xin seemed a little uncomfortable explaining such metaphysical questions, and his tone became awkward; "For example, my 'gripper' was created to hold a sword. I found it, installed it, and it was eventually destroyed one day; that was its destiny."

He pointed at the holder that Erni was using as a pillow:

“Everyone and everything has a destiny. It has been predetermined and cannot be changed; it’s just that some people understand it very early, while others never get the chance to know it until they turn to dust.”