Cyber Daming

Night passed and day came.

Liang Huo opened the shop on time as usual.

The morning sun had just climbed up the counter along the floor when the door of the workshop was pushed open.

Someone came so early?

Liang Huo, who was tidying up the shelves, turned his head and saw a middle-aged man walking in. His facial features were tough and he looked serious.

With Liang Huo's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the other person's face was original and he probably had not received any mechanical body modification.

Because his nose did not smell the unique smell of mechanical prostheses.

"Although my shop is not big, it has everything, and the price is also famous for being fair in the whole Sanshan Street. What would you like to order?"

Liang Huo smiled and stepped aside to let the shelf behind him go.

"Boss Liang, right? I've heard a lot about you."

The man's voice was particularly low and dry, like rubbing gravel against stone.

"Who are you?"

Liang Huo looked at the other person repeatedly, and was very sure that he did not recognize this face.

"My name is Meng Chong." The man introduced himself: "I have read all the remarks you made in Mo Xu Huangliang's dream. I admire your courage and kindness in speaking up for Ming Gui. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to meet you, and today I finally got my wish." "I don't understand what you are saying." Liang Huo's smile gradually froze, and he said coldly: "If you are from Jianai Institute, you can get out now. If you are not..." Click Liang Huo pulled out a Duoyanwei from under the counter, grabbed the bolt with one hand, and pushed the bullet up and down. "Then you'd better get out of here faster."

Meng Chong ignored the muzzle of the gun against his chest and said softly, "I'm not here to cause trouble."

"But I think you're a trouble now. Are you going to get out or not?"

"My brother told me that there's someone I'm looking for here."

"I have plenty of swords and bullets here, but I don't have the person you mentioned. When you get down there, ask your brother if he pointed you the wrong way."

Liang Huo's index finger pressed on the trigger, and at the moment when the gun was about to sound, a vicissitudes of life came from deep in the store.

"Xiao Liang, don't fire accidentally. His body can't withstand your shot."

"Long time no see, Master Ma."

Meng Chong turned around and bowed to the one-eyed man who emerged from the shadows.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Meng Chong."

The morning light was like a knife, drawing a clear dividing line between light and dark in the middle of the store.

Meng Chong was in the light, but his face was gloomy.

Master Ma was hidden in the shadows, but the red light in his eyes was like a sword.

"Back then, everyone went their separate ways because of the split of Juzitang. I didn't expect that I would meet you in Jinling City."

"Me too. I often recall the scene when you led us to fight with others for the quota to enter the world in Minggui Realm, and dug pits to beat up those yellow millet rats that came in. I didn't expect that you would finally be willing to leave Minggui Realm and enter the real world."

"I can't help it. Those women are jealous of me and make the Minggui Realm in the entire South Courtyard a mess. I was really annoyed by the noise, so I sneaked out to hide away."

Ma Wangye looked at Meng Chong and asked: "So, you were originally diverted to the central branch?"

"Unlucky, I entered the wolf's den." Meng Chong smiled bitterly.

"You are too aggressive. If you had listened to me and kept a low profile, and not shown so much attention during the "World Division", how could you have been selected by the Central Branch?"

"At that time, I was young and frivolous, and I could only hear my own voice. I thought that I had swords and guns in my hands, and all the gods and Buddhas had to make way for me."

Meng Chong laughed at himself: "Now I have suffered enough, and I have finally realized the good advice you said at the beginning, but I found that everything is too late."

Hearing this, Ma Wangye fell silent, and after a moment he asked: "How did it become like this? Where is your ink armor body?"

"It was smashed."

"Can't be repaired?"

Meng Chong said calmly: "The core is damaged. Even if it is repaired, it can only be restored to the level of the sixth or seventh grade at most. The people in the Central Branch felt that it was not worthwhile to continue investing, so they gave up on me. Now it should have been disassembled into a pile of parts by a research group."

"What are you doing now?" Ma Wangye's eyes flashed red.

"An ordinary person's body, the new method developed by the Minggui of the Central Courtyard can barely maintain the consciousness of the Minggui."

Ma Wangye sighed: "It seems that you have come up with many new ways in recent years."

"If you don't want to be locked in a cage for the rest of your life, you have to find a way to save yourself."

Meng Chong smiled and looked down at his open hands: "It's a pity that I was damaged too badly, and I don't even have the qualifications to be an experimental subject."

"Don't you think the sunlight is dazzling?"

Ma Wangye's sudden words were made without any reason.

Meng Chong understood what the other party meant, grinned and said: "It's like a thorn in the back."

"Sit down and talk slowly."

Meng Chong stepped across the dividing line between light and darkness.

At the same time, Liang Huo, who was standing behind the counter, knocked his feet, turned on the shielding equipment in the store, and looked out the door vigilantly with the Duoyanwei in his hand.

"When did you become a fourth-grade?"

Meng Chong looked at the oppressive steel body in front of him, and did not hide the envy in his eyes.

"It's just an old guy who took advantage of a brat. If possible, I would rather return all of this to him and go back to the Ghost Realm of the Ming Dynasty to continue being my old gangster."

Of course Meng Chong knew who the ‘stinky boy’ Lord Ma was talking about, and he looked in reverence.

"We are both Zhongyuan Minggui. Although Lord Chi is younger than us, he is more like a man than anyone else."

"If you can stand and beg for death, you are a man. If you can endure humiliation and bear the burden, you cannot be said to be a coward. You and him are different."

"But now we are only one chance away from doing the same thing as Lord Chi."

Meng Chong clenched his fists and said in a deep voice: "Let those Mo Xu in the middle courtyard pay with their blood!"

Lord Ma asked: "Your chance is that ordinary person named Wang Qi?"

Although Lord Ma and Li Jun are currently operating separately, they are always communicating with each other, so he has already known the information about Wang Qi.

"He is the one who is making the best progress and is also the one who is most promising to succeed. As long as he can become a follower, we can break out of the cage and regain our freedom."

Prince Ma asked in confusion: "But since you already have the ability to enter the human body, why don't you just choose the follower as the carrier, but start from scratch?"

"The ready-made Sequencers, even the lowest level Sequence Nine, have far more tenacious and tyrannical thoughts and wills than ordinary people. Using them as carriers is too repulsive. And once we forcefully enter, the genes will start inexplicably. Only ordinary people can maintain the highest compatibility with us."

Meng Chong breathed out and said: "We have also considered directly accelerating ordinary people to become followers, but the intervention of external forces will also cause genetic instability. It seems that genes give us only one answer, which is Wang Qi. "

"Meng Chong, have you ever thought about a question?"

Prince Ma was silent for a long time and then slowly said, "Don't you feel that you are becoming more and more like a ghost?"

"Huangliang ghost?"

Meng Chong smiled when he heard this: "Yes, no matter how many words we use to cover it up, what we are doing now is indeed no different from those ghosts who take over human beings. But, is this important?"

"Isn't it important?" Prince Ma's tone suddenly rose.

"unimportant!"

Meng Chong said without any sign of weakness: "Huang Liang ghosts and Ming ghosts, to put it bluntly, they are all ghosts. They took the bodies to jump out of the well, and we took the bodies to regain our freedom. We are all going to the same destination through different paths."

"important!"

Prince Ma said angrily: "One word difference is a world of difference."

"What's the difference?" Meng Chong asked.

Prince Ma said without hesitation: "They are fake, we are real!"

"Everyone comes from Huang Liang's dream, how to tell the truth from false? Those Huang Liang ghosts in their dream world can also cry and laugh, have flesh and blood, have wives, children, children, brothers and sisters, and they are also real people!"

"Their world is just a script, and everything is carefully planned by outsiders! They will always cross the threshold with their right foot when going out, and they will only turn left when they encounter an intersection. No matter which girl they fuck, It has been repeated tens of thousands of times, is this true? "

"That's what we know, they don't know."

"But you already knew that."

"Then why can't the ghost realm also be a carefully intertwined scripted dream?"

Meng Chong’s words were deafening: “In that desolate wilderness with no end in sight, the ever-changing dark sky and the never-ending biting wind, we use the sky as our quilt and the earth as our bed, and we drift there all day long, for a worldly person. Even if you try your best to seize the opportunity, your efforts may be wasted because others don't like it, and you will be a lonely ghost again. Doesn't it look like a script? "

Prince Ma froze on the spot, not knowing what to say for a moment.

"Some people say that we are the heroic spirits of Mo Xu. It is the genes that appreciate our heroic efforts, so they give us a chance to be reborn after our death. But you and I both know that genes are so damn grateful, and they are more grateful than anyone else. Like a puppet being manipulated!"

Meng Chong's face turned red and he said emotionally: "Master Ma, you are wrong. The difference between us and the Huangliang ghosts is not true or false, it is that they have no value for Mo Xu, but we do! But if it is valuable, it should be used by others. Take advantage of it? "

"If Wang Qi becomes a follower, can you be completely liberated? You have never thought that the emergence of this method may also be designed by others!"

"What if we leave the wolf's den and enter the tiger's den again? The worst we can do is keep fighting and keep pushing forward. At least now we who stand up to resist are not slaves, but men like Lord Chi!"

The red eyes collided with the black pupils, and they refused to give in to each other.

The atmosphere was tense and tense for a moment.

Liang Huo stood in the distance holding a gun, gritting his teeth and pursed his lips without saying a word.

"Don't try to persuade others to do good things before they have suffered. I never thought I, Mr. Ma, could not fully understand such a simple truth after living for so many years."

Prince Ma suddenly sighed, his tone a little lonely.

"You are also concerned about chaos. I can still understand this point."

Meng Chong also put away the sharp edge he showed during the argument and whispered the purpose of his trip: "I came here this time to tell you that we are willing to join hands with you to deal with the Central Court. But we hope that you Give us some time to see if Wang Qi has a chance of survival."