Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

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Fang Bailu's hands holding the counter didn't move, but his toes involuntarily scratched the concrete floor. Just a quick glance, the information in it made him dizzy:

"Only about a quarter of the consumers survived?! Isn't that almost the same as being wiped out? What's going to happen... Wait, whether they run or stay, it's a damn disaster."

The only "hope of survival" is in his own shop. I don't know if this is good news.

Fang Bailu originally thought that this "great disaster" was only related to Mr. Kui's personal safety... But now it seems that this frightened charlatan is probably just about to be swept away by the future storm - something really big is about to happen.

“Is it some kind of natural disaster that covered Kuala Lumpur…? No, it can’t be…”

This "canvas" only contains the deduced results, without explaining the reasons and processes: this is how divination works.

The complicated deductions faded from the scarf, replaced by words that were enlarged to emphasize the tone:

"I thought the breakthrough was in your precious place. But now it seems that it is not the place, but you! Senior, you are my only hope."

Fang Bailu narrowed his eyes and suddenly found a key point that had not appeared in the previous deduction:

time.

The scarf did not say when this "great catastrophe" would occur.

His breath created a thin mist on the cabinet:

"...You can't calculate the exact date of the catastrophe?"

Fang Bailu uttered the word "also" in a loud voice - this was a set phrase he carefully selected: From now on, it would be best to maintain this status difference that was obtained by accident.

He is also very adept at leading the topic by partially agreeing with the other party.

Mr. Kui gently let go of the shawl hanging from his Taoist hat, letting it shrink back to the size of his face. The four little ghosts wrapped tightly in white cloth behind him nodded rapidly; the scene was extremely weird for a moment.

The old words disappeared, and the new words appeared:

"My cultivation is limited, and I only know that the catastrophe will occur within forty-nine days."

Forty-nine days?

This was far more specific than Fang Bailu had imagined - he had thought he would probably get a more vague time description as an answer.

"That's just over a month away. What will happen to Kuala Lumpur?"

Fang Bailu did not move, letting his wildly beating heart gradually calm down: Let's not worry about whether Mr. Kui's predictions are accurate or not... Even if there is a catastrophic disaster, there are tall people to hold up the sky. And according to Mr. Kui's predictions, this shabby shop of his might be safe and sound.

Otherwise, how can it be called “vitality”?

There are many big names in Kuala Lumpur, including the Microcomputer Taoism Research Society, Pan Asia Military Industry, Induction Society, Yanshi Club...

Even if Mr. Kui is as "free and easy" as he claims, Mr. Kui cannot be the only person or machine in the super enterprise who is good at divination. But Fang Bailu, who is well-informed, did not hear a single rumor. From the perspective of conspiracy theories -

This so-called "great catastrophe" might have been within their expectations...it might even be possible that they planned it.

Thinking of this, Fang Bailu almost laughed out loud - the answer was clearly before his eyes:

"Immortal! Most likely, this is trouble caused by the immortal."

What else could it be?

For three years, Fang Bailu has not encountered any event that could truly affect the operation of this huge machine in Kuala Lumpur.

The last "Golden Bottle Lottery" caused great controversy when the reincarnation of the soul boy was announced, and even caused local friction between the Pan-Asia Military Industry and the Microcomputer Taoism Research Association: but it did not affect the normal operation of the city.

They, the "brokers" themselves, and Fu Yisheng's gangs were like a wet towel soaked in dirty water that could not be torn apart or crushed: the big guys were too lazy to care, and the citizens had no interest in fighting; therefore, they could grab a foothold to survive no matter what.

Even if it is an insect or an ant, it is a cockroach that is difficult to kill.

But this storm hadn't been going on for long when it tore to pieces many insects that happened to be on the moving route.

If the "pseudo-immortal" that was split into three were to become one...it wouldn't be surprising no matter how horrible the scene would be.

Fang Bailu turned his head and looked at Mr. Kui with interest:

"You figured out something like this, but you didn't ask for help from the research institute or anyone else. Instead, you came to me directly according to the instructions of the divination."

Although judging from the results, this is definitely good news.

But Fang Bailu looked at the scarf covering her face, which showed her uneasiness, and became more and more displeased:

What is the difference between doing everything according to the results of divination and being a self-aware puppet?

"Even if there is an 'optimal solution' in life, what's the point of following it... Hey, it's a bit like what Xiaoxin said."

This brought back ugly memories about "fate", and made Mr. Kui in front of him even more annoying.

"Shelter? What the hell?"

If even Kuala Lumpur were to experience such a huge turmoil, Fang Bailu would not have the time or ability to rescue this Qigong practitioner, with whom he had no friendship at all and with whom he even had some grudges.

But since he was here, he had to give them a good beating - as the saying goes: If you don't take what heaven gives you, you will suffer the consequences; and Fang Bailu was short of resources.

He searched his mind for various ways to squeeze the marrow out of customers, and carefully selected them. This was not something that could be dealt with by ordinary sales tactics; he had to maintain the image of a "master" while not revealing his true colors:

"It's not impossible to save your life. But——"

Fang Bailu suddenly tilted his head and his hands twitched strangely, as if he had suddenly developed some kind of brain disease:

"This mortal body is really hard to use, and its strength is also low. I have never used such an inferior body before, and it often cannot keep up with my three souls and seven spirits... If this continues, I will not be able to protect you in the catastrophe."

He stared at Mr. Kui, meaningfully:

The body I'm using now is not good, and I urgently need your help to strengthen it! Please taste it carefully.

The inspiration for this sudden deception came from Cang Yangzi's "innocent confession" to himself on the rooftop:

Since his electronic body in the digital space is a huge monster, and can even confuse the secrets of heaven, then Fang Bailu pretends to be a cultivator with a strong soul, and it is not a bad idea to occasionally possess the body of a "mortal". It can also give him more reasons to cover up and make up for it when he is exposed.

Mr. Kui nodded solemnly, and the screen on his Taoist hat kept shaking. The four little ghosts all raised their thumbs to show their approval:

"So you have 'taken over' this body? This body has weak steps, eye bags, and some signs of overindulgence. It has never been used for qigong, and is really rubbish. It is enough to conceal your identity, but it is really unfair to you. Why don't I select a few strong ones for you--"

"Damn it, I just stayed up too late to look after the store and overused my brain, that's all!"

Fang Bailu's face darkened, and he interrupted Mr. Kui who was still speaking word by word. He was not pretending, he was really irritated by Mr. Kui's messy comments:

It’s fine for you to scold yourself, but why did he join in scolding you too?

"No need! I need a license to use the visualization machine. Of course, I also need a visualization machine, the best one." He pointed to the dirty ceiling; "I need a vertical one, the suspended ceiling can't handle it."

Fang Bailu raised his head along the direction of his finger and stared at the pattern on the ceiling made of various stains: the picture looked even more chaotic than before.

He shook his head and turned his gaze back:

"Remember, the sooner the better."

Chapter 128 Great Disaster (Part )

Mr. Kui left in a hurry, saying that he had gone to purchase the visualization permission that Bai Lu had requested.

Fang Bailu naturally did not try to persuade him to stay: he needed time to digest the information, and was also afraid that he would be exposed if he continued talking.

The catastrophe...what will it be like?

He knocked on the hard cabinet board with his index finger, making a crisp "click" sound.

In Fang Bailu's mind, although the results of Mr. Kui's divination were detailed, they were not much different from the repetitive words like "Your forehead is black, and you will have a bloody disaster" - they both pointed to some vague and dark future.

But no one knows how the listeners should deal with this unknown disaster.

"Forget it. After all, they say my shop is the only way out! Who knows, by then, I might be the only one that will be safe and sound."

He held on to the counter: the arc lights in the shop flickered slightly, casting an ugly, yellow light that made him even more irritated.

"If it doesn't work, just close the store and run away. Since you have avoided a catastrophe, the future you imagined cannot be realized—"

"Hey, hey, ouch!"

Bang! Boom! Clang!

A loud scream and a violent collision suddenly sounded, interrupting Fang Bailu's thoughts:

When he turned around, he saw the girl holding a ring-handled sword tumbling down the stairs.

rub!

Erni, who was lying on the ground, used the back of her hand holding the knife to push the ground hard, and jumped up with a somersault, but she almost fell down again:

"Boss! Are you okay? I heard you knocking on the table, so I came down to see if you were giving me a signal."

She staggered with one arm and made a knife flower, looking around vigilantly:

"Where's that Qigong practitioner? Did he run away? Sorry, my sense of balance has been poor these past two days."

Looking at Erni who was panting, Fang Bailu suddenly felt a little amused:

"It was just a guest, he's gone now. Did you break your wound? Don't be so hasty. I'll call for help if you need it."

He turned his eyes away from the sneering Erni - the heavy rain outside the door gradually stopped, and noise and clamor came from the street outside the alley.

"It's almost time for dinner. Time flies."

The arc lights in the store stopped shaking, and for some unknown reason they seemed like miniature suns, giving me a sense of peace of mind.

"Well, I forgot about that...I'm not facing these troubles alone anymore."

Fang Bailu crossed his fingers and stretched his arms forward to relieve his sore elbows:

"Call Xin down and let's cook a meal. I'll cook and make a feast!"

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Fang Bailu flipped the bulletproof alloy plate of the counter outward, extending it into an indestructible table; then he took out the bowls and chopsticks that were never used on a daily basis and arranged them carefully.

Being able to make seven or eight different flavors from a bag of nutrient solution is a necessary life skill for residents of A Luo Street.

But there are always diners who are short of money and are not satisfied with the synthetic meat and usual nutrient solution in restaurants, and try to satisfy their taste buds in various ways.

Over time, the slums of Kuala Lumpur have developed their own unique menu rooted in liquid food - something the former owner of the hardware store excelled at.

Fang Bailu pulled out a dusty bag of nutrient solution from under the counter and looked at it under the light.

There is an embedded display screen on the outer packaging, which records the shelf life in words:

"'Instant Crystal Lychee Meat', shelf life seventy-five years... eleven years past the expiration date."

This is a good thing collected from a garbage collector who doesn’t know the way - expired nutrient solution, or more commonly known as “old canned food”.

How to cook delicious food with expired nutrient solution is only passed on by word of mouth in the deepest part of the forum and among the old people on the streets - it is the best food that only the gourmets who know the ins and outs know how to enjoy.

He patted the transparent outer packaging gently:

The nutrient solution in the "old can" has separated into two layers. The bottom of the bag is a sticky sediment, and a light green turbid liquid floats on it.

"Wow! The heat is just right."

He gently pinched a corner of the outer packaging, poured the liquid into the prepared soup bowl, and shook it gently: a disgusting smell of sourness and rot immediately emerged.

Fang Bailu sniffed, tore the "old can" open along the edges, and squeezed the paste at the bottom into the plate.

Then he pinched out a bag of spotless nutrient solution - this bag was brand new, he had just wholesaled a large box some time ago - and poured it evenly into the paste on the plate and the foul-smelling soup bowl.

After pouring out almost half of the 500 ml nutrient solution, Fang Bailu picked up the chopsticks and stirred it from the middle to the surroundings.

Goo!Goo!

As the chopsticks rolled, the paste and "soup" bubbled out like boiling asphalt:

"120 stirs... done!"

Fang Bailu took a deep breath, reveling in it—it smelled like a drunkard's vomit...

Cooking was a success!

"It's not as rich in flavor as Xiaodong's... I haven't eaten it for a long time, and it smells so familiar."

The highest-end ingredients often only require the simplest cooking methods.

Erni's face wrinkled into a ball, and she grinned in fear. She stretched out her index finger tremblingly and pointed at the bubbling plate:

"Boss...don't tell us we want to eat this...this thing...?"

Fang Bailu placed the bowl, chopsticks and soup spoon in front of Erni and urged her fiercely:

"Tsk, what do you know! It smells bad but tastes delicious. Eat it quickly! Savor it slowly, this thing is really expensive."