Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

The arc lamp, which was almost as old as the hardware store, had been sacrificed in the "crash" of the ceiling. Fang Bailu could only barely catch a glimpse of Erni sleeping against the wall.

"Thanks. Go take a rest."

Fang Bailu nodded and watched the boy walk back into the shadows in the corner of the hardware store.

"Have you talked about it?"

He turned his head towards the voice and met Anbenola's fixed gaze - it seemed that she had been staring at him like this for the entire time he was meditating.

The Qigong practitioner was sitting on the steps of the stairs, leaning forward.

Compared with Shou Niang, her tone lacked a lot of "humanity" and sounded like the crisp sound of an ice pick digging into a frozen river.

"We talked."

Fang Bailu looked at her, feeling a mixture of emotions.

She didn't continue speaking, but just supported her chin with her fist, as if she was still waiting for something.

The connecting line extending from the prosthetic index finger was still embedded in the back of her neck; but Fang Bailu knew that it could only be used as a decoration while she was visualizing it.

The reason he felt comfortable connecting to the full-face mask was because there was a second set of countermeasures in the hardware store - which did not appear to have been activated yet.

That was not suitable for the chaotic scene of the battle just now, but it was enough to ensure that the two employees would not have their heads torn off by Anbenno during the visualization period.

"Erni fainted, but Anbenola didn't do anything."

Fang Bailu stared at her, trying to get a clue from those cold eyes that showed no emotion:

"That sentence that Shou Niang asked me to convey, couldn't it be a code word to continue the attack..."

He licked his lips and decided to repeat the sentence:

"She told me to tell you: 'The store owner is too ruthless. I won't buy anything from you.'"

……

Anbenola nodded slowly and stiffly, and spread out his palms:

"Got it. Give it back to me."

Fang Bailu weighed the heavy full-face mask in his hand and threw it back to Anbennola:

"You said you liked old-school movies, right...?"

Fang Bailu recalled the rainy night when Anbennola led Shouniang downstairs - she was also sitting on the stairs at that time, feeling as melancholy as she is now:

“I also like old-school movies, which seem a little more relaxed.”

At that time, Fang Bailu did not understand the hidden meaning. But now it seems that this sentence is worth pondering.

Hearing Fang Bailu's question, Anbennola stopped checking the mask:

"Uh-huh."

"It seems that she may not be completely ignorant of Shou Niang's true identity..."

Fang Bailu found that her eyebrows were very close to her eye sockets, which added to the fierceness in her eyes. Anbenola frowned and pinched her eyebrows into the shape of the Chinese character "川":

"what happened?"

"You really value words like gold."

"It's okay, I'll just ask."

Fang Bailu stretched out his arms, his spine crackling. He glanced at the hardware store that was almost in ruins, but he didn't feel depressed at all:

As long as people are alive, it's good.

He bit open the nutrient solution intake port and put it in his mouth.

Another thing began to come back to Fang Bailu's mind:

Knuckles, the knuckles of the immortal...

The "Knuckles Man" who is still staying in the hotel in the red-light district was one of Fang Bailu's backup plans to capture Anbennola alive; he also served as another layer of defense in the store.

The mechanism was simple: he was going to use the holographic transmitter in the store to play the "Knuckles surveillance video" that Huang Wuye had taken before...

Fang Bailu still remembers that stunning glimpse vividly - after all, he is an "old soldier" and he can clearly remember how he was aroused.

That should be an attack on the cognitive system, which is not so easy to avoid. It should be effective to disrupt Anbennola's mind and her opponent's actions.

But it's not that easy to control the attack surface of this thing:

If it was broadcast during the melee just now, it might have turned into a "no-cover meeting" that would never end...

Since the prosthetic's surprise attack was successful, Fang Bailu decided not to take the risk again.

"Well, it would be best if it could be destroyed. But if it can't be destroyed, we have to find a place to store that 'knuckle'."

He raised his head: nerve tubes hung from the huge hole in the ceiling, and a corner of the quiet room on the second floor could be seen through the gap.

Fang Bailu stayed in that long and narrow coffin for many years - it could keep the temperature low and sealed, and was difficult to open by force.

"If it really doesn't work, put it in the 'white coffin' first."

Chapter 139 Don Quixote in the Small Room (IV)

The water from the sky hits this steel jungle, and the rustling sound that merges into one is the breath of the city.

"Nutrient solution - sold in bulk -"

The faint cries of hawkers rose from low to high and then gradually faded away: they were hawkers carrying mobile tea stalls, specializing in the business of illegal immigrants. In order to save money, foreigners who had just settled in Kuala Lumpur often only went to these tea stalls every day to drink a "mouthful" of nutrient solution to cope with the metabolic consumption of the whole day.

Fang Bailu hadn't carefully listened to the sound of heavy rain beating on the streets for a long time. This was originally a way for him to kill time when he was bored while running the store.

He fell on his back on the concrete floor, immersed in the silence that had not been seen in the hardware store for a long time.

Erni was sleeping against the wall, Xiaoxin was hiding in the shadows in the corner of the shop, and Anbennola didn't say a word.

Fang Bailu looked at the big hole above his head. It was like a microcosm of his recent life - gray, dilapidated, with tiny dust and debris falling down continuously.

He placed his index finger in front of his face, examining the lines and wrinkles on his skin:

"What is a 'fairy'?"

I originally thought that they were some Qigong practitioners who had reached the pinnacle of alchemy and were close to perfection...

After updating the information again and again, he completely overturned his previous speculations.

Immortals must be more bizarre and special than qigong practitioners - more detached from human beings.

Among the Qigong practitioners he had met so far, the one with the most profound alchemy practice was perhaps the possessed "Zhao Jizi": this could be judged from the degree of prosthetics and the powerful functions of his body accessories.

But he did not exceed Fang Bailu's imagination, unlike those extremely strange bodies of immortals.

Fang Bailu didn't have time to ask Shou Niang this question, but he didn't feel sorry -

The information provided by Shou Niang may not be correct:

"Xiao Xin, in her 'copy', didn't connect with me at all... let alone come to work in the hardware store: this is one of the 'deviations'."

Fang Bailu glanced at the counter: small clouds of dark red smoke were coming out of there - the color revealed the turbulent heart of its owner.

"A wild opera troupe was massacred in the street in an unknown thick fog, and no one picked up the bodies to sell them"

This is a little lace that Fang Bailu found a few days ago. It is inconspicuous among the countless white noises of information in Kuala Lumpur.

But he recognized at a glance that the green smoke in the video came from Shinnosuke's respirator.

No matter how vicious a villain is, he would not wield a butcher knife for no reason - and from Fang Bailu's perspective, Xiaoxin is a good boy.

Killing so many people in one go, did that reveal his true nature? Or was there another reason...

"We need to check his path into the city and see what he came into contact with."

Shou Niang described the girl from Xihe as "Sanba": this personified derogatory term shows that the character "ren" in "xianren" should be correct.

If Shin-chan is one of her "components", then it might be useful to know more about this taciturn boy...

Hey!

He rubbed his eyelids, feeling a little sad about his utilitarian thinking.

"In Shou Niang's copy, 'I' defeated and even killed the Xihe girl. Well, it could also be that we both died, after all, 'I' died too."

Thinking of this, Fang Bailu felt more at ease: at least it proved that this was an enemy who could be conquered.

"Tsk, sacrificing myself... am I so dedicated? No, maybe it's because this is the only way to go... Yeah, this is more like my style."

He stroked the bright and clean screen of his "mobile phone" and looked at the face reflected in it. Under the influence of drugs and fatigue, the whites of the eyes of the person in the mirror were bloodshot, and there were two dark bags under his eyes.

"But how did I do it? It may have the same answer as why they are hunting me."

He pondered for a while and decided not to continue thinking about this problem in isolation; instead, he moved his brainpower to another direction:

Violence was Fang Bailu's last option to solve the problem. Compared with the cost of using it, the profit was too low.

Fang Bailu stood up and rolled up his trouser legs:

The calves were covered in a sparse layer of curly hair, and long, shallow scars ran along each calf, extending upward.

This is the wound left by the previous implantation of two foot three yang meridians, which is almost invisible now.

After getting the Dantian furnace, you need to install a set of Qinggong in both legs. It is a tedious minimally invasive surgery: through various pocket-sized instruments, implants, and external elixir valves to control the output of the meridians and optimize the user's physical energy consumption.

Although the first level of the alchemy method has been analyzed, there is not enough time to replace large limbs and organs; strengthening artificial meridians is one of the fastest ways to improve combat effectiveness.

After all, according to Mr. Kui's divination, the "great catastrophe" will occur within forty-nine days -

Quack, quack, quack!

The strange noise coming from the door interrupted Fang Bailu's inspection of his lower limbs:

As if affected by the impact of the fight, the glass door opened and closed more sluggishly than before; it made a teeth-grinding sound.

A huge bald head poked in from the opened gap:

"Hello! Where is the boss... um?"

His tone was respectful and timid, with a kind of fatigue that was barely managed after being frightened.

Fang Bailu supported himself on the messy ground and stood up. He brushed off the dust on his butt and looked towards the door:

This hairless guy looks familiar. Who is he?

It was a face without a single hair. The lack of eyebrows made the man look indescribably fierce and malicious.

But strangely, his face had an expression that was both flattering, fawning and worried - if I had to give an example, it was like a sledgehammer covered with pink cartoon stickers.

It was not until he saw the well-maintained, modified electric car outside the door that Fang Bailu finally triggered his memory:

Not long ago, she left a message to the donor and her "A Luo Union", asking her to send someone to move those boxes of weapons away.

"Ah! You're the one from the Thirteen Guardians of Alor Street, right? You're here to pick up the goods? What's your name... 'Big Guardian'?"

Fang Bailu really couldn't remember the name of the bald villain. He used to be able to remember the names and faces of all kinds of customers, but now it seems that this skill has greatly regressed.

The bald man's shiny head reflected the neon lights outside the door, and his face was full of smiles:

"Haha! Not Da Taibao, but Takano, Takano. You can just call me Xiao Gao. My boss asked me to come to your place to get something."

Fang Bailu raised his eyebrows: He still remembered how he beat up this guy and his brothers last time. At that time, Gao Ye was arrogant and stubborn.

"You're so polite this time. That's weird."

This guy looked so timid that it was hard to associate him with the rude, unreasonable and ferocious night wanderer we met last time.

"Is it because I have a cooperative relationship with the donor? But this change is too big, I feel so exhausted. However, the timing of my coming is just right..."

Fang Bailu walked forward quickly and pressed down Gao Ye's round and full deltoid muscles that looked like a bowling ball:

"Hey! Come out and talk with me. I'm a little interested in your electric bike. I have a friend who loves riding a bike and is in need of a ride."

It's not a lie, Erni, the former ace courier, did lose her ATV.

"Hey. Hey? But, but I..."

Fang Bailu pulled Gao Ye's arm, which was surprisingly strong and muscular, and pulled him out of the store and into the rain.

It’s not because Fang Bailu is so powerful, but because this burly young man doesn’t have the courage to resist at all.

"Turn up the horn. Turn it up louder. I want to see how well you've modified your car."