Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

"Ah! You mean, I should skip asking for your consent and serve you directly? This way I can ensure your personal safety, and you won't die because you didn't get the service!"

But the next second, it fell into depression again:

"But no, this goes against my true nature and underlying logic..."

Its sound gradually became lower and lower, until it could no longer be heard at all.

"Fuck? That's completely different from what I was hoping for... Fortunately, I didn't think of any other unconventional methods like 'forcing' me to agree..."

Fang Bailu was frightened by the answer of "Demon" and felt cold and wet sweat on the back of his shirt.

He coughed violently and continued to guide the topic:

"As a potential returning user, I need more time to consider. After all, my previous experience with your product was really bad!"

Fang Bailu clenched his chin and pretended to be in deep thought:

"I'll probably need... forty-nine days to consider whether to accept your service. A quiet forty-nine days! You pop up every five minutes, which will affect my thinking. If I die during this 'consideration period', you will lose the user 'FBLqwer123'..."

"Once this period is over, I promise to think carefully about whether to use your products and services."

"But I'm under threat of death. How can I stay safe and sound during this time and consider the excellent services you mentioned, huh?"

"So you, being smart, should know what to do..."

Fang Bailu kept talking in a crooked manner, not intending to make a direct request - in case it was deliberately "misunderstood".

The reason why he argued with the devil about so many trivial things was simply to enjoy its benefits without having to bear those unnecessary risks.

This guy's methods are weird and strange, and I can't even figure out his existence form - although it is better to have less debts, it is always better to have one less debt; if I can turn it into a help, it would be the best choice.

Even if we take a step back, at least we can buy ourselves some quiet time to buffer: after the "catastrophe", who knows what everything will be like?

"Oh, oh! You have a point: now is an extraordinary period, so it doesn't matter if the cost of acquiring users is a little higher..."

The "devil" squatted down, put its dirty index finger into its mouth and rubbed it with its upper and lower lips - it seemed that it wanted to bite its nails, but it had no teeth.

"Forty-nine days...don't you want to remind me..."

It no longer looked at Fang Bailu through the lens with longing eyes, but fell into some kind of mystery.

"The next step is to see if this freak can think of a way to get into my way..."

Fang Bailu quietly pushed open the glass door and tiptoed into the hardware store.

He looked out through the crack in the door:

The "devil" was still gesticulating in the rain that was above his ankles, and from his black hole-like mouth, he kept muttering things like "daily active users", "user stickiness" and "MAU", leaving people confused as to what it meant.

"Damn it, bad luck."

Fang Bailu carefully closed the glass door and wiped the sweat and raindrops from his forehead.

"Is it settled?"

Anbenola, who was sitting on the steps, suddenly took the initiative to talk. This was the first time after a long silence.

“…Ah, that’s about right.”

Fang Bailu didn't nod, but just uttered ambiguous words vaguely -

At least in the short term, he didn't intend to say anything that could express his agreement: he didn't even intend to use body language.

Fang Bailu rubbed the inside of the store door with his sleeves, trying to see the movements of the "Devil" through the dirty glass.

He didn't look back, but whispered:

"You stayed in the store just to wait for Jie Shouzhen to come."

Anbenola stood up and gently brushed off the dirt on his robe:

"Yes. In case you fail in the negotiation, you need help. 'She' said that Xie Shouzhen looked smart... but he just 'looked smart'."

Chapter 144: The Lonely One (V)

"Why do you have to explain so much? I thought she would just reply with a 'hmm' and that was it."

But Fang Bailu didn't have time to think about it, and just continued to observe the activities of the demon through the glass door: through the stains that could not be wiped clean, he could only see a faint black shadow.

The blurry figure was sometimes long and sometimes short, and seemed to be unsteady whether squatting or standing. The hasty movements showed anxiety even in this mosaic-like picture.

After a long while, the devil seemed to have finally made up his mind: the black shadow jumped into the fork at the end of the alley and disappeared.

Fang Bailu's heart sank suddenly:

"You ran away so quietly... but why did you walk so happily at the end? You haven't given up yet?"

He gently pushed the door open. The alley was empty. Both Xie Shouzhen and the "Demon" had left. In the distance, there was the sound of a cart hitting the rough road. The rough noise sounded quite pleasant at this moment.

Two lenses emitting white light lay in the rain, illuminating the water droplets above, like a flashlight abandoned by someone.

It seemed that before leaving, Tianmo took off his glasses and put them back where they were.

"...Huh? You actually left this thing behind."

The mobile phone slid under the embedded glasses, silently lifted it up and held it in front of Fang Bailu's eyes: he would not touch this thing with his hands anyway.

The two oval lenses were connected by some kind of transparent material, with bundles of thin nerve tubes hanging from the ends, and pink liquid and jelly-like fragments dripping down.

Fang Bailu smelled a fishy smell like rust: there was brain matter and blood on it.

Judging from the heat coming out of it, this is the same one that was just worn on Uncle Li’s face.

"Did it go directly through the eye socket into the brain? This method is too violent."

But how did Uncle Li leave? His body had already been overloaded: without the control of the demon, he should have lost the ability to walk.

"Could it be that... once you wear these glasses, you can't get rid of them?"

Fang Bailu felt a chill in his heart, and carefully threw the phone to the door of the store, intending to find a safe place to store it later:

“You need to optimize the user interaction! Who would use this kind of product?!”

He shouted loudly into the empty alley and felt goose bumps all over his hands.

……

Fang Bailu did not return to the store immediately, but still stood in the rain: the dilapidated state of the hardware store made him upset.

"It was so hard to fight Anbenola... If I had been more prepared, it would have been easier to subdue her."

He caught the phone that flew back like a weary bird returning to its nest, and measured the size of the phone in his palm:

"I just wanted to smash the lenses directly, but it was dodged."

Fang Bailu has gradually become able to use this "flying sword" as he pleases, and many difficult moves that were previously impossible can now be easily completed.

But every time he drew his sword, it was as if he was using an invisible remote control, with a vague barrier in between.

On the one hand, it was because the native nervous system could not keep up with its speed; the naked eye's observation ability was not enough to "guide" the phone to accurately hit certain small targets. My own reaction was too slow compared to many enemies, and even the opponent had moved to another position at the moment of drawing the sword.

Now that the first level of "matching yin and yang" of "Lingbao Bifa" has been injected, Fang Bailu has met the conditions for the nervous system transformation surgery. But that would be too time-consuming and expensive, and distant water cannot quench a nearby fire.

Prosthetic eyes are also an option, but the disadvantages are similar to those of reconstructive surgery - not to mention, Fang Bailu always feels an indescribable aversion when he thinks about removing the eyeballs he has used for hundreds of years.

He weighed his phone and thought of another backup plan:

"Is it better to implant an 'external consciousness'?"

In Fang Bailu's current situation, the "external consciousness", that is, the chip in his brain, is more suitable. If there is a suitable magical power, the "external consciousness" can improve his brain reaction speed:

Enhancing the brain's image processing capabilities is equivalent to improving reaction speed and dynamic visual acuity.

But the disadvantages are also prominent. Once he encounters a highly skilled hacker like Mercy Blade, Fang Bailu will really be unable to protect his "information security" -

In the mildest cases, one might have his memory and secrets stolen; in the worst cases, one might even be deprived of control of his body and become a “chicken” in the literal sense; not to mention the brain backend installed by the production company - they are much more cruel when doing similar things.

This is also one of the reasons why Fang Bailu has not implanted this convenient tool even after three years of waking up.

Now we have to add Cang Yangzi to the mix: If Fang Bailu were to be targeted by its Yin Spirit, he would probably have to slit his own throat immediately and become some "supreme immortal" in the digital space.

"If you want to install it, you'd better install a completely offline one to be safe and isolate most threats."

But it is not easy to buy a completely offline "Exo-consciousness God" - generally only very old models or manually modified Exo-consciousness Gods can be disconnected from the network and run independently.

Like the kind used in the peddler KC's head to deliver top-secret messages.

"We have to look carefully..."

Another point is that he had to divert his attention to take care of his fragile skin - most of the attacks on the opponent, Bai Lu's unmodified body, were like a golden hoop swinging at him: "If you get hit, you die; if you get knocked, you die."

If the distraction-controlled prosthesis and mobile phone were added, Fang Bailu would basically be unable to move.

This was the case with the previous siege of Ambenola:

Even though he didn't move at all, and was basically just standing on the stairs "watching the show" the whole time, he only had enough time to strike out with one sword in the end - and he missed because he avoided Shin-chan.

Fang Bailu touched the nerve electrode on his temple:

"How about another idea? Use the 'external consciousness' to program the physical body so that it can automatically dodge and relocate when fighting. This way, you can concentrate on controlling the flying sword and the prosthetic body."

Although his mobility when running has improved a lot after he has the Three Yang Meridians of the Foot - but after all, his physical combat power is basically zero, and he can only use firearms and props to do some harassment during a fight.

By dividing the work and cooperating with yourself in this way, you may be able to improve your efficiency a lot.

Fang Bailu rubbed his cheeks, thinking about where to get a suitable external consciousness——

drop!

Along with the prompt sound, a message window suddenly popped up in the retina:

"Hold?!"

Seeing this pop-up window, Fang Bailu was frightened:

"The demon got my communication code? Is it harassing me remotely?!"

After taking a closer look, he was relieved: the message came from the peddler KC.

"Let's turn off all communications later, just to be safe..."

Before, Fang Bailu asked Bald Gao Ye for information and sent a message to KC, asking him how he got to know Xiaoxin. After all, this black fat guy was the reason why Xiaoxin came to work in the hardware store.

He closed his eyes, and the message contained only a short sentence:

what?

The words that popped up in his retina made him frown:

"…'That kid said he was introduced by A Tong, so I took him to your place to find a job.'"

A copper...

Fang Bailu was a little speechless: Isn’t that the little girl who used to come to my store to sell scrap?

"The girl who wants to be the official, the girl who wants to be the official..."

He shook his head and finally understood who Gao Ye was talking about.

Chapter 145 No Way Back (I)

In his "previous life", Fang Bailu visited the "cracks in the sky" in scenic spots.

The two cliffs were sandwiched together, leaving only a sliver of blue sky when looking up. The narrow winding path could only accommodate one person: at that time, the tourists behind him pushed Fang Bailu, and on both sides were the cliffs covered with slippery moss and cold to the touch.

He could only walk forward on the uneven stone road until he walked out of the path in the crack.

After walking out of the valley, I didn't feel much better: the area was crowded with tourists, and my clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to my body.

The view he saw when he looked up was quite nice, and he still remembers it:

The narrow sky was not very clear, but against the backdrop of the gray-green rock walls it appeared spotless, like a river that had never bred fish.

At this moment, Fang Bailu felt that he was back in the gap between the mountains: walking on a fixed route, being driven towards the predetermined destination.

"..."

He looked up: but this time the sky was always gray and gloomy, and the rain never stopped. The heavy buildings and towering skyscrapers also formed a high wall that reached into the clouds, but what blocked Fang Bailu's left and right was something more solid and firm.

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