Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Shou Niang said that she had seen this meeting in a "more accurate copy" and knew all of Fang Bailu's questions.

Then why did she fail because she underestimated Fang Bailu's fighting ability?

"To put it simply, there are two possibilities: First, the 'more accurate copies' are no longer accurate, and reality has once again deviated from those copies - the visualized future can be changed; second, she cannot communicate with Anbennola anytime and anywhere, resulting in a gap between practice and plan, and in the end, the result of the visualization was confirmed... Fuck you, my brain is about to turn into paste!"

This kind of nesting doll-after-nesting thought process made Fang Bailu's temples ache, as if there was a whole funeral procession inside his skull beating drums, gongs, trumpets and suonas.

But he can't stop to rest yet - he needs to continue to ask questions to take back the initiative in the conversation:

"Does 'she'... Anbenola know what's going on?"

How do they communicate? How do they work together? These questions cannot be asked directly, but only indirectly.

Fang Bailu felt a little weird. It was the same pronoun, but in front of these two people, they could both refer to the other party.

Shou Niang pressed down on the mattress with both hands and jumped to Fang Bailu's side:

"How could I possibly let her know? I'm just a 'portable old lady' who teaches and answers questions, and I only wake up occasionally. Before, I didn't want to cause her unnecessary trouble, so I just promised her to 'fly to the sea of ​​stars'. Recently, things are a little different."

For a moment, Fang Bailu didn't know how to answer.

Was this using herself as a marionette, a puppet, a chess piece?

Fang Bailu was somewhat disgusted by this practice - the feeling of being in a spider web was not pleasant:

"Is this really okay? I mean, using yourself as a tool..."

"what!"

Shou Niang sneered:

"Silly, who do you think I learned this from? It was you, old man!"

call!

A palm-sized rectangular block with rounded corners slid out from the collar of Shou Niang's T-shirt.

Its screen was mottled and covered with scratches; the body was covered with a gray shell - except for the fact that it was strangely still in the air, this rectangular block was no different from the smart phone Fang Bailu had seen in his previous life.

Although it had become old, had some wear and tear, and the shell also obscured the inscription "How can I get the sword of heaven to cross the sea and kill the whale", Fang Bailu still recognized it at a glance:

It’s “mobile phone”.

Shou Niang stroked the screen with her fingertips, which had become as rough as sandpaper and could not even see the reflection clearly:

"At that time, didn't you also use the 'heart sword' inside to cut off all distracting thoughts and treat yourself as a machine that can only accomplish its goals? You kept muttering about the 'optimal solution' and the only way... Pah!"

Fang Bailu captured the key:

"'Heart Sword'? The phone can indeed be installed with other software applications..."

She turned her face, with murderous intent gradually boiling over on it—her two slender sword-like eyebrows were tilted upward, and her thin lips were tightly pursed together like a sharp blade.

The green eyes were lit with a torch from the depths of the netherworld, burning people with pain: if there were any tears left in the eye sockets, they were now evaporated by the endless anger. The "cell phone" then emitted a trembling buzz, a low sound that shook the air.

"That kid outside is one of the two primordial embryos of 'Xihe Girl'. Killing him now is the best solution."

"The two primordial fetuses of the Xihe girl?"

Compared with Shou Niang who was filled with rage, Fang Bailu became calmer instead - the other party's out-of-control emotions actually helped him to calm down and press on to win.

This was the second time Shou Niang mentioned this word.

Fang Bailu seemed to have heard these four words somewhere before - but he couldn't remember where.

But Shou Niang's previous words "Su Xing" made him immediately realize who she was referring to.

"You mean the 'Immortal of Kuala Lumpur'. Xihe Maiden is her name."

Fang Bailu sighed: If Shou Niang is not the immortal's self - then it is inseparable from the target she is hunting.

"Two original fetuses", who else could it be? It could only be Xiaoxin and his "blood relative". He wasn't even that surprised - enough strange things had happened today.

He looked directly into Shou Niang's murderous eyes:

"There must be another way... Shin-chan is an employee of the hardware store, and I am responsible for him. Besides, since you come from some kind of 'future', you should know the other weaknesses of the Xihe girl, right?"

Shou Niang shook her head and lowered her voice. It seemed that the anger and murderous intent were being poured into something colder and harder by her:

"You... you are soft-hearted than anyone else, but when you are tough, you just can't listen to others - you are just a pleasure criminal who only cares about satisfying your own kindness."

She lowered her head and covered her face with her fingers.

"Tawarake (bastard)... Everyone wants to be treated like this, so everyone flocks to you."

Fang Bailu grinned stiffly, but finally raised his hand and patted Shou Niang's back as gently as possible. The touch was very soft, and the nylon T-shirt felt very smooth:

"Don't be impatient, let's talk slowly. You didn't mention Shin-chan's existence before... because in your 'copy', he wasn't an employee of the hardware store, right? This is a good sign, indicating that things are changing in the future."

Shou Niang didn't look up, but just stretched her hand over her shoulder and covered Fang Bailu's five fingers, asking him not to take them away:

"You don't understand. One wrong step leads to another. This is just the beginning... We have more than one enemy. In addition to the bitch Xihe girl, there are also 'Li A', 'Jie Xiang', 'He Shang Gong', 'Bai Shisheng'... Those paranoids and psychopaths in the immortal gathering will wake up one by one."

Chapter 138 Don Quixote in the Small Room (Part )

Ripples appeared in the narrow one-room apartment, as if covered by a layer of water blown by the wind:

In Fang Bailu's eyes, every piece of furnishings and home appliance in the room had slightly deformed, and the lines at the edges were swaying.

He noticed the abnormality, but just concentrated on digesting the information he had just received.

Shou Niang’s words did not surprise him much: no matter what form the “immortal” took, it should not be an isolated case.

"Wake up one by one"... that means that in the short term, we only have to deal with the trouble of "Xihe Girl"; barely, this is good news -

"Ah! This date doesn't last long."

Shou Niang breathed heavily through her nose, with unspeakable disappointment in her words.

"I'm going back to bed."

"Hibernation or something..."

This confirmed Fang Bailu's guess: Shou Niang has certain limitations in communicating with others.

In fact, he was surprised that this communication could be achieved so easily - it took a lot of effort for Anbennola to perform rituals and "summon" her spirit last time.

But Fang Bailu had not yet started visualization at that time, and there was no visualization machine in the hardware store; it should be even more difficult to call Shou Niang to the outside world.

Fang Bailu spoke faster and asked the next question. The information he had obtained was not enough:

"Destroying her body is also a way to prevent the Xihe girl from waking up, right?"

He certainly remembered what Anbenola and Shou Niang had always been aiming for: to seize and collect the immortal bodies in Kuala Lumpur.

Fang Bailu originally thought that this was because of the value and power contained therein; but now it seems that it was for other reasons.

"It's impossible to stop it, and it's hard to destroy it... But if we succeed, we can weaken her. Didn't I tell you? Killing those guys outside will cause her the most trauma..."

Fang Bailu caught the difference in Shou Niang's word choice:

"Trauma? So even if I kill Shin-chan, it won't stop him from waking up, right?"

"I won't let you kill him. There's no point in continuing to fight among yourselves. If we continue like this, we will definitely fail."

He spoke each word carefully, making sure to convey his meaning clearly.

"Unless there is really no other way..."

Fang Bailu added from the bottom of his heart: It's always better to be able to avoid this difficult choice for a while longer.

“…I can’t beat you, I can’t beat you!”

Shou Niang rubbed her cheeks. It was as if she had changed her face, and she regained her radiance from her gloom:

"Okay! When you leave, tell Xiao Anben that 'the store owner is too ruthless. I won't buy anything from you' - she knows what I mean."

"Is this really a secret code... Why does it feel like you're just mocking me?"

……

The noise that was diffused in the small room disappeared at some point - it came from the fight scene between them and Anbennola played on TV.

Well?

Fang Bailu suddenly discovered that there was only a bare white wall opposite him: it turned out that there was a wall-mounted LCD TV.

"This is a sign that time is running out...it seems to be getting more and more unstable."

He racked his brains and picked out the last question.

Fang Bailu thought of the numerous scratches and damages on the "mobile phone": it even looked more battle-hardened than the second-hand smartphone he bought in his "previous life".

I wonder how long it has been used and how many brutal battles it has gone through?

"I have another question: Why did you go to war with the 'Xihe Girl'?"

Although he has abandoned the idea of ​​making money through harmony, Fang Bailu will not force himself to stick his head out when he can.

Even if the Xihe girl might bring some "disaster" to Kuala Lumpur, there would naturally be tall people to take the blame. Why did he and the people around him have to be the first to take action?

"I don't know. We don't know. It seemed that she was coming for you from the beginning... We ran away for a while, but we didn't hide."

"I am the target... because I am a living dead? Or is there another reason?"

"Hey!"

This time, it was the round lazy sofa that disappeared without a sound. Shou Niang's feet, which were resting on it, stepped on empty space and she almost fell down.

She untied her hairband and let her short hair down:

"Let's stop here for today. I need to get some beauty sleep. I'm not young anymore, so I need to take care of myself... I wanted to have you stay overnight, but it looks like my luck is not so good."

Shou Niang put her legs together, knees pressed together. She lowered her head and rolled up the corner of her T-shirt, folding it up and unfolding it, carefully smoothing out the wrinkles left on it:

"Goodbye...see you later."

She curled up the corners of her mouth into a sly smile.

Like a popped soap bubble, Shou Niang disappeared in this small room. Perhaps it was an illusion, or perhaps it was his imagination, but Fang Bailu seemed to hear the slight sound of something breaking.

He gathered a stream of air around him and held it to his nose: it was a warm fragrance that was completely different from the usual damp and musty smell of Kuala Lumpur, and it smelled very comfortable.

Fang Bailu pressed the mattress beneath him with his hand, and it responded with a flexible elasticity.

Looking at the small room that was gradually disappearing, he suddenly felt a little disappointed:

"Hey. Have I been putting too much pressure on myself lately? Staying overnight-"

……

"call!"

Fang Bailu woke up from his meditation: his mind was dizzy as if from a long dream, but his memory was still clear.

The completely different scene before him reminded him that this was the reality.

The dark hardware store looked like it had been robbed by a vicious gang of empty-handed shopkeepers:

Nerve tubes extended from the big hole above his head, pulling the visualization machine that fell into the mess. The already rough concrete floor was full of potholes, and in the largest depression lay the unknown prosthesis - rubble mixed with waste and garbage, spread all over the ground.

Fang Bailu slammed his forehead hard with his palm, trying to dispel the discomfort all over his body——

"boss."

In front of him was a bag of nutrient solution covered in dust. He raised his head following the singing synthesized sound and saw Shin-chan bending over to hand him the nutrient solution.

"……How can it be?"

Fang Bailu managed to keep his facial expression steady with great difficulty.

The horrible wound on the boy's ribs was now covered with a layer of smooth and delicate skin, with a faint pink tint - like tender flesh that had just grown under the blood scab. Judging from the slightly protruding outline, the ribs that were crushed into pieces by Anbennola were no longer a big deal.

“It didn’t take me long to visualize.”

Fang Bailu looked away, not wanting to show his surprise: he had never thought that a large open wound could heal so quickly. And the rapid recovery of bones was unheard of.

"One of the two primordial fetuses of the Xihe girl, right..."

He gently took the nutrient solution handed to him by Xiaoxin and nodded:

"Where's Erni?"

"Rest there. She fainted after the joints of her prosthetic hand split; I tended to the wound, it's nothing serious."