Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

Erni suddenly raised her head, her face covered with raindrops. She took the raincoat, grinned, and smiled casually again:

"Yes. I will wait for your notice. I hope the hardware store will make a lot of money and there will be more jobs."

She bowed vigorously, her ponytail swinging out in a semicircle. Then she held the long knife in one hand and stepped onto the electric bike in a stiff posture.

"Boss, I'm leaving now."

Fang Bailu nodded silently and made way to the side.

It seemed that because her body had not fully recovered, Erni rode slowly and crookedly; there was no trace of her previous lightning speed.

After a while, the electric car finally slid out of the alley and turned into the main road.

Fang Bailu watched Erni ride out of the alley and shook his head:

"Maybe later! After the storm is over and I'm still here, I'll continue to hire this guy to work."

He sighed and rolled his shoulders that were stiff and painful due to fatigue.

"Boss Fang!"

Along with the old and unclear calls, the sound of a cart hitting the concrete floor was heard in the alley.

Fang Bailu turned around and recognized the voice coming from a regular customer of the store:

He had just met him on the next street a few days ago - the garbage man who sold him all his teeth, Uncle Li. The strange pronunciation caused by his toothlessness made his voice highly recognizable.

Fang Bailu forced himself to cheer up and mustered up his remaining enthusiasm:

"Hey, Uncle Li! You are in such a good mood today..."

Fang Bailu's voice lowered halfway through his speech.

The garbage man turned out from the other side of the alley, with a simple awning made of canvas and a cart over his head.

But on that wrinkled old face, there were two rectangular lenses in the eye sockets.

"Embedded lenses..."

They shone with white light, as if two light bulbs were installed in their eye sockets:

"Hi! Boss Fang, do you remember me?"

The garbage man asked with a grin, his tone indescribably frivolous.

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The embedded lenses cast two beams of blazing white light, penetrating the rain and fog in the alley.

They are particularly inconsistent with the old face that has been ravaged by excessive life, making the picture a little weird.

Fang Bailu had only seen such an extravagant and fancy custom implant on one person: the deceased security chief of Qingyun Temple - Jie Shouzhen.

Plus, this toothless garbage man's tone is completely different from usual:

"Tsk, it's that security chief. Why didn't you kill him last time? What's going on? Could it be that the glasses are his true form…"

Fang Bailu found it inexplicably funny, but not too surprised.

That night, Xie Shouzhen was chased to the end of his road by himself and An Bennola. He took the initiative to tear off the lenses in his eye sockets and threw them off the top of a tall building. This abnormal behavior made Fang Bailu feel that "this matter is not over yet."

"Is it that the three souls and seven spirits are stored in it? No, it is also possible to remotely control the actions of the body."

Fang Bailu moved his feet to make sure his entire face was hidden in the shadow of the sign above his head; then he turned slightly to the side, tilted his neck back, and used the wall as his cover. He pressed his thighs against the cold cement: the phone slipped silently out of his trouser pocket and squeezed into the gap between the walls.

The existence of the mobile phone itself is difficult to be detected by various detection mechanisms. In addition, the wall blocks the vision of the naked eye, which is enough to launch a thundering attack when Fang Bailu needs it.

The microphones in the hardware store did not pick up any unusual sounds, and other resident detection mechanisms found nothing unusual.

He turned his eyes and looked at this alley that he was very familiar with. Apart from the "old man" in front of him pushing a tattered cart, he could not see any other threats:

“This guy should have come alone.”

"…I remember. 'Jie Shouzhen', right? Who on earth are you?"

Fang Bailu sighed and asked back. He had just sent Erni away, and now he felt annoyed and anxious.

"What is he doing here... revenge? No, why did he dare to come to me? Even Qingyun Temple doesn't acknowledge its employment relationship with this guy."

If Uncle Li did not have the "external consciousness" implanted in his brain at all, then the secret of his usurpation of the throne most likely came from the pair of glasses.

Is it being possessed, taking over someone else's body, or simply being bewitched?

But no matter which one it was, it wouldn't give a poor garbage man enough force to hurt himself.

Without the company resources of Qingyun Temple, his security forces and the Qigong practitioner "Zhao Jizi", Jie Shouzhen, who came alone, could not pose much threat:

Not to mention that Anbennola was in the store, the flying sword beside him alone was enough to destroy that frail body.

Once many employees lose the support of the company, they are like stray dogs with their teeth pulled out - except for their keen sense of smell and long tongues that are good at licking people, they have no other abilities.

Xie Shouzhen knocked on the edge of the lens, causing the sagging skin on his face to tremble:

"These glasses are too conspicuous, aren't they? I won't praise you for your sharp eyesight anymore."

He stood straight, one hand on his waist and the other on the handle of the cart; he looked indescribably relaxed.

"It looks a little different from the last time. Last time, all the facial features were blurred together and I couldn't even see the face clearly."

Before, Xie Shouzhen, who had embedded lenses installed, had a strange face: his face changed constantly, as if countless facial organs were mixed together.

But now, except for the two lenses in the eye sockets, the rest of the face of the garbage man is no different from that of ordinary people.

Fang Bailu felt a surge of inexplicable complex emotions in his heart:

"If I remember correctly... in Shou Niang's copy, did this ruthless security chief become friends with me?"

According to Shou Niang's description, Xie Shouzhen and another "demon" also made sacrifices in exchange for her chance to come to reality.

Fang Bailu didn't know who the "Demon" was, but he didn't have much good feelings towards Xie Shouzhen.

"It's outrageous: this guy is so mean and he always wants to kill me for no apparent reason. We are totally on the same page."

Maybe it's because of a deviation, or maybe this is how reality should be - in any case, their relationship now is no different from that of enemies.

"Forget it, let's take down that pair of lenses and study them first."

After all, Uncle Li was an old customer of the hardware store, and Fang Bailu did not want to kill this old body or harm his life.

If this is just a temporary invasion of the body, as long as Xie Shouzhen is driven away from him, Uncle Li's consciousness should be able to return to normal.

Fang Bailu put his hands behind his back, put his index and middle fingers together, and waved them gently——

Dark grey powder and debris were oozing out from a corner of the wall, mixing with the rainwater into mud.

The "cell phone" quietly emerged from the cement.

Fang Bailu considered painting its fuselage with a variable optical coating to further increase the concealment of the sword path. But against ordinary people whose nervous systems have not been modified, speed is enough:

The "cell phone" rotated and tore through the rain curtain, carrying with it splashes of water; wherever it went, raindrops were blown away by the impact, drawing a long circular trajectory behind it.

Fang Bailu was not sure if he could "prry off" the pair of lenses just right - so he tried to use the rotation of the machine to increase the impact surface and smash them with the edges.

Although it may damage Mr. Li's nose and eyeballs, there are cheap artificial eyes in the hardware store that can replace the naked eye.

Stab it!

A straight white line flew horizontally across Uncle Li's face, and the strong wind caused by the impact rolled up a curtain of rain, which hit the wall with a loud noise.

Fang Bailu covered his eyes with one hand and did not hear the expected sound of the lens shattering.

"I missed..."

He lowered his hands to block the rain:

Xie Shouzhen's obviously old and exhausted body leaned back, with his upper and lower body almost vertical - it didn't look like the "iron bridge" he had seen in his "previous life", but more like a piece of iron wire that had been bent at 90 degrees. He used this difficult posture that was completely inconsistent with his appearance to dodge the sudden attack of the mobile phone.

"Oh shit."

Fang Bailu cursed inwardly. The two lenses were small to begin with, and they were deeply stuck in the eye sockets... If he failed to sneak attack, it would be difficult to succeed again.

Xie Shouzhen straightened up with difficulty and rubbed his lower back with his hands.

"Last time we met, your temper wasn't this explosive! I thought we got along well, so was there any need to be so ruthless?"

Dark red lines of blood flowed down from the corners of Xie Shouzhen's eyes, nostrils, and mouth, and converged at his chin.

He opened his mouth, and his toothless cavity was like a manhole cover: Ho-ho! This was the laughter that came out of his throat.

"Don't rush to do it—" Xie Shouzhen dragged out the last word, "This is just a sub-machine I just installed. Even if it is destroyed, it won't cause much harm to me..."

"But as a self-employed business owner like you, you should understand the importance of your customers' lives, right? If this body is subjected to any more strenuous activity, its organs will fail."

"His reaction speed has increased, but it has also caused physical damage...Mr. Li has not been modified, it is the glasses that can adjust the secretion of endogenous hormones."

cough! cough!

Xie Shouzhen's weathered and aged body suddenly coughed, his breathing carrying a heavy sound like a bellows:

"... And then we won't be able to continue chatting. I'm here for something important."

Fang Bailu folded his arms and raised his hand, signaling Jie Shouzhen to speak up if he had anything to say: he was also curious about what this damn thing was up to.

The "cell phone" stood still in mid-air. Fang Bailu had no intention of hiding his murderous intent. If Jie Shouzhen made any unusual move this time, the "cell phone" would immediately smash his head:

Fang Bailu had already tried to kill Xie Shouzhen without harming Mr. Li's body - although he failed, he had done his best. In comparison, his own life was more important:

"At worst, I can just buy a memorial box for Uncle Li. He wasn't happy when he was alive anyway."

The head of Xie Shouzhen that was cut off earlier was taken back to the alchemy room by Anbennola for research: but there was no time to ask her how the research went.

"Wait a moment, I'll create a more confidential environment."

Xie Shouzhen placed his palms on his cheeks and hit them three times in succession.

hum-

The recessed lenses flickered on and off, like a wall lamp that was turned off and on again.

"Well……"

Fang Bailu only felt that the sound in his ears was sometimes louder and sometimes softer: the microphone was interfered with, and the hearing enhancement module connected to it in the cochlea was readjusting.

"Is it so easy to cut off the signal in this area? It seems that he has quite a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

Xie Shouzhen scratched his dry and peeling upper lip, but the words he said made Fang Bailu shudder with fear:

"Another 'shareholder' of your store contacted me and told me a big secret..." The mouth, which had shrunk inward due to the lack of teeth, pursed its lips and continued speaking; "She said - Boss Fang, you are a relic from ancient times, a 'living dead'."

The lenses became brighter and brighter, like two mini searchlights:

"I don't care if it's true or not. Now I just have one question...Have you ever been online before?"

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"..."

Fang Bailu didn't even look at Jie Shouzhen, and seemed to have no opinion on what he said. But in his heart, there was a storm:

"The other 'shareholder'... is Anbenola——"

wrong!

Fang Bailu thought about it and a character who had a better reason to do this popped into his mind:

Shou Niang, it was Shou Niang who passed on this news through Anbennola. And she and Xie Shouzhen should have completed the contact through the corpse of the "previous" Xie Shouzhen.

No wonder there was no further news on the skull research results after that night, and Fang Bailu was never told about it.

But why? Given her current position, what good would it do to reveal Fang Bailu's identity as a living dead to this drowned Xie Shouzhen?

He frowned, thinking about the strangeness of this:

"Tsk, this woman is using the experience in her copy to make some messed up plan again."

Fang Bailu raised his head and looked Jie Shouzhen up and down:

"Shou Niang actually thinks he can be useful in the current situation. Does this guy have other secrets?"

"Have you ever been online before?" What a weird question...