Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

There was a storefront on the street with pale light emitting from it - it was more like a corridor that had been shot through than a storefront. There was not even a sign, only a few display cabinets in front of the door, displaying a few prosthetic limbs and weapons.

The doorway, wide enough for two people to walk in side by side, extends five or six meters inward, with various swords, spears, and halberds hung on both sides of the wall.

"Drinking again?"

At the end of this narrow corridor, there was a middle-aged man wearing a yellow vest. He had an old-fashioned eye patch on his head, covering his left eye. His exposed arms were covered with long, thin hairs, all naturally grown limbs.

Nowadays, it is rare to find people who do not use prosthetic limbs to make up for their defects, let alone such an important organ as the eyes.

The middle-aged man was sitting on a round stool next to the glass counter, clutching a plastic bottle blankly, staring at the beaded door curtain leading to the deeper part of the shop.

Fang Bailu walked forward and waved his hand, smiling:

"Hey! Drowned Ghost. Long time no see. Is business going well in your store?"

It has been a while since I last came here, but the layout of this nameless shop has not changed much.

Although "No. 10 Hutong" is only three or four blocks away from the hardware store, Fang Bailu has not been here very often since the previous owner passed away. In addition to the fact that he was alone and needed to look after the store -

"Hey, hello? What a rare guest. Bailu, I heard that you closed down a few days ago? Did that crappy shop finally run out of funds? Or was Niuzi bitten off by Yinchi and carried away? I told you a long time ago to change to a gun that can shoot - wouldn't it be convenient to defend yourself in bed and do assassinations?"

The one-eyed blacksmith "Drowned Ghost" turned his head and let out a dry, hoarse laugh, then took a sip of clear liquid from the plastic bottle in his hand.

The strong smell of alcohol escaped and scraped into Fang Bailu's nostrils like a knife.

Fang Bailu knew that this was industrial alcohol mixed with a tiny bit of pure water. People who had not had their organs replaced by the Five Internal Organs God would not be able to enjoy it.

"Why are you still drinking this kind of local wine... You never get tired of it? If you keep drinking like this, you'll have to replace your stomach and liver every three months."

The "Drowned Ghost" wiped the wine on his lips carelessly, not caring at all that his red nose was covered with red wine. He seemed to have not heard Fang Bailu's persuasion at all, and knocked on the glass counter beside him. There was a hideous and violent meat stick inside, which shook in the petri dish with the impact:

"Look, look! I modified this one by hand. I made the chamber next to the vas deferens and added a magazine in the sac. It can fire five shots in a row, and the penetration is guaranteed: it enters the anus and exits the nostrils... It's not silenced, but human flesh can block a lot of decibels. Most importantly, I adjusted the sensitivity to the highest level, and there is a double sound when firing-"

Fang Bailu's polite smile gradually faded, replaced by faintly throbbing veins:

Besides the fact that he was the only one looking after the store and couldn't get away, he also really didn't like the old drunkard's nonsense.

The prosthesis stumbled suddenly and nearly crashed into the display cabinet outside the shop. The hydraulic muscles of the "Kuafu-3" stirred up a whistling airflow, hitting the metal hanging on the wall and causing it to sway:

"Why do you keep saying so much nonsense? If you keep nagging, the prosthetic body won't be able to keep its balance next time!"

"Why does everyone like to recommend this kind of thing to me? Just because I don't usually like playing the dual cultivation simulator?"

Apart from necessary inspection, Fang Bailu seldom took out the Dual Cultivation Simulator to play with it - mainly because he felt it was a bit strange.

"Oh! Just kidding, just kidding... I know you're very strong and powerful, but you're the one who brought down the AI ​​in the simulator in your store, okay? Tsk, that's boring, you have such a bad temper!"

The blacksmith screwed the cap of the plastic bottle tightly and tossed it back and forth between his hands:

"Why, have you finally decided to change your limbs? Bai Lu, your body is too weak. If you change your career to become a swordsman, you may not survive a night."

"Where do I have so much free time? It takes 70 to 80 days to repair a hand replacement. Who will watch the shop for me?"

Fang Bailu asked back in a bad mood. Every time he was polite, he would end up being dragged into a violent conversation:

"Let's not chat about family matters. Here, I'm mainly helping my new employee to make an arm. It's not easy to do, mainly because there's still a section of meridian left, otherwise I wouldn't have come to you--" Fang Bailu subconsciously wanted to grab Erni to his side, but he pulled nothing.

He turned his head:

Erni was still squatting at the door, pressing her face against the display case, staring at the various weapons inside. She scratched the glass with her fingers, her face full of greed.

"My mouth is watering. This guy is really..."

He shook his head in anger and amusement: Erni is a connoisseur, she recognized the craftsmanship of the Drowned Ghost, she is worthy of being an ace courier. And Xiaoxin leaned against the porch with his back rustling in the autumn wind, looking like he was trapped by love - he was not interested in taking a second look at the killing weapons in the room.

Fang Bailu took out Erni's severed arm from his backpack. It had only been one day, so it was already severely rotten and had a nauseating odor. Pieces of flesh and skin fell off as he moved, and it was unclear whether the white debris was fat or newly grown maggots.

"Oh... this Sanyang Meridian arm is a high-end product. Although it is broken, the cut is not powdery..." The drowned ghost took the stinking broken arm and played with it with interest; "It is so rotten, but the meridians still have a certain elasticity? This is issued by the company. Good stuff, which private military contractor did you work for before?"

"It's Bidada Express, uncle." Erni stared at the display cabinet without blinking, but did not forget to interject.

The drowned ghost stared with his single eye wide open, his protruding mouth corners curved downwards in a stunned expression. He lowered his voice, and the smell of alcohol sprayed out like an electric fan, hitting Fang Bailu's face:

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk... Bai Lu, you actually like girls this young. How old is this little girl? I was wondering, I haven't seen you in these few years——"

Fang Bailu rolled up his eyes and stared at him with the whites of his eyes:

"She's about my age, maybe even older than me. Just an employee, get down to business."

"Wow! Doesn't that mean you don't have any psychological burden at all?" The Drowned Ghost suddenly raised his voice; "Sister over there! What do you think of your boss——"

Erni looked up blankly:

"Huh? My boss? What happened to my boss?"

when!

The prosthetic body staggered past Erni and almost smashed the display cabinet with a slap.

The Drowned Ghost raised his hands to signal his surrender:

"Bai Lu, something's wrong with you. Why can't you take a joke at all? Are you in a bad mood?"

Fang Bailu pursed her lips, acquiescing to the drowned ghost's question:

"Forget it, I'll leave my hand here for you. You can figure out how to make a prosthetic limb later. There's something more important, and it's urgent."

The prosthetic body is the focus this time. It walked to the side of Fang Bailu with a crooked and stumbling step:

"Help me fix this thing and add some ingredients."

……

As if a switch had been turned, the drunken look on the Drowned Ghost's face suddenly disappeared. He squinted his single eye and scanned the prosthesis up and down, then turned his gaze back to Fang Bailu:

"Are you crazy? If you weren't possessed, I would let that girl ride on my face."

Fang Bailu was not surprised that the purpose of the prosthesis was discovered: he and it had the same height, shoulder width and limb proportions - although it was not covered with synthetic leather, it would be strange if such an experienced blacksmith could not tell that the prototype of the prosthesis was Fang Bailu.

"Just leave a way out, don't think about cheating for food and drink all day. This is the cargo list, try to load it all for me. Also... help me keep an eye out for any Taoist fruits that are on the market, even if you modify them yourself."

Fang Bailu took out the tablet computer from the abdominal cavity of his prosthetic body and pulled out the shopping list: this was what he had prepared two weeks ago when he was planning to deal with the research society.

The Drowned Ghost glanced at the screen.

Then, as if he was meeting Fang Bailu for the first time, he stared into his eyes fiercely:

"You...? What do you want these things for?"

Fang Bailu turned his eyes away:

"I just left you a way out. I've been in some trouble recently, and the less you know, the better."

"No. No! I won't take this order!" The drowned ghost suddenly smashed the plastic bottle to the ground and shouted, "You can do whatever you want to commit suicide! But don't ruin my good deeds. If the memorial box can be connected to the Internet someday, how can I explain to your boss after I die?"

Hearing this shout, Erni raised her head from the display cabinet. She frowned:

"Boss, do you want to kill someone?"

She raised her intact right arm, veins bulging, and pointed her right finger at the glass panel of the display case: it seemed that if there was any sign of action, she would be able to take the weapons in it legitimately.

"I guess this guy has done a lot of 'zero-dollar shopping' before..."

Fang Bailu waved her hand and looked back at the Drowned Ghost's gaze, which was filled with a mixture of pity, confusion and worry.

"Don't say that... I'm just taking precautions, I don't plan to use it. If you don't help me, I'll have to find another blacksmith... Do you trust their craftsmanship? If I fail because of their lack of skills, will this karma be remembered by you?"

Of course, there is no such karma in the world; the drowned ghost also understood this - Fang Bailu was just threatening him with their past friendship.

It is only easy for people who care about each other to hurt each other.

For a moment, the only sound in the shop was the drowned ghost's heavy breathing.

……

"… You bastard, you're going to be in bachelor hell when you die. Find a place to die by yourself! And don't send a memorial box to my store when the time comes, fuck!"

The Drowned Ghost turned around and bumped into the beaded door curtain behind him, going deeper into the shop.

Looking at the old drunkard's back, Fang Bailu took off the electrodes on both temples and placed them on the counter. He suddenly sighed:

How could he not know the dangers involved? If the Drowned Ghost knew about the other backup plans he was considering, he wondered what he would think...

Those plans are much more terrifying than the "self-replication" and supporting countermeasures that are about to take place.

The door curtain was still shaking due to inertia, and a deep roar came from deep inside the shop:

"Leave the prosthetic behind! Once I've fixed that piece of junk, I'll take it back to your shabby hardware store that's about to go bankrupt, along with the little sister's prosthetic hand. Now get out of here!"

Before Fang Bailu could answer, Erni suddenly raised her intact right hand, her lovely facial features twisted into one:

"Damn it, Sailin! You said Lin Bei is a little sister——"

Fang Bailu walked out of the shop and grabbed Erni's slender shoulders and pulled her away, who was furious.

"Let's go, don't be angry. This old drunkard is a good person."

As for the price of this service, neither Fang Bailu nor the Drowned Ghost mentioned it.

Fang Bailu raised his head and the neon lights at the top of the city, symbolizing the beginning of the night in Kuala Lumpur, lit up again.

"Once we are through this safely, please...have a meal together with my friends."

Chapter 126: Great Disaster (I)

When Fang Bailu was a child, his parents bought him a piggy bank.

It was a pink piglet made of ceramic, frighteningly ugly. The printed facial features were crudely made and distorted, which somehow made the cartoon style look realistic. In the middle of the sad and depressed inverted triangle eyes was a vertical coin slot - at first glance, I thought Marshal Tianpeng and Erlang Shen were getting married.

When he was young, Fang Bailu would occasionally stuff some coins into the bank: a dollar saved from taking bus No. 11, fifty cents left over from a smaller portion of rice at lunch, or even arcade game coins picked up on the way to school.

This squirrel-like joy of storing food finally ended with the temptation of shopping.

When Fang Bailu was about to open the jar to get the money, he discovered that this piggy bank was like a Pixiu, "only eating and not defecating" - the money plug located at the anus was either a manufacturing error or purely decorative, and it could not be opened at all.

So he took out a hammer from the toolbox at home, wrapped the piglet that contained multiple "divinities" in a towel, and smashed it to pieces.

By now, hundreds of years had passed: Fang Bailu had forgotten most of the details; he didn't even remember what he took out the money to buy.

But he only remembered the pleasure he felt when he looked at the pile of change after the muffled sound. Now this memory came back from the depths of his mind, and suddenly he realized something:

In the end, violence can be used as the key to solving many difficult situations.

"No, violence is the most direct and convenient way."

And how do we measure the strength of violence?

Fang Bailu has his own answer to this question: money.

New Malaysian Gilin, New Yen, Credit Points and RMB are the most reliable foundation for warriors - they can buy intelligence, exchange for equipment, expand tactics, upgrade skills...

If you have money, you can conquer everyone; if you have no money, you can't get anywhere.

Fang Bailu wiped the counter listlessly, thinking about the corresponding plans he had prepared to deal with the messy troubles such as "destiny" and "immortals".

The old friendship with the drowned ghost helped to solve the expenses of some of these links.

But what about the other gaps?

It had only been a few hours since Fang Bailu came back from "Alley No. 10" when he started to worry:

"A penny can make a hero fail. The budget is not enough. I have to find other income channels to make ends meet..."

……

As he was sighing, Erni's excited shout suddenly interrupted his reverie:

"Boss, Boss! Guests are coming!"

Fang Bailu looked up: outside the glass door, in the heavy rain, there was a row of blurry figures standing.

"Say Cao Cao Cao Cao is here!"

There are guests coming, and more than one.

Boom!

In fact, there were four fists knocking on the glass door of the hardware store: but because the movements were so uniform, only a dull thud was heard.

Four men in white cloth pushed open the door, stepped into the narrow space of Fang’s Hardware Store, and spread out to the left and right like doormen welcoming guests.

They were wrapped in layers of white canvas, and even though they were soaked by the rain, not a single bit of flesh color showed through.

From this grand opening, a man with a lazy posture walked out. He was wearing a stained T-shirt and his flip-flops left long water marks on the ground. The square scarf hanging from his Taoist hat was blank, covering his facial features completely.