Cyber ​​Daming

Chapter 515 What is a ghost?

Night passes and day comes.

Liang Huo opened the business on time according to his past habits.

As soon as the morning light crept along the floor onto the counter, the door of the workshop was pushed open.

Someone came to the door so early?

Liang Huo, who was sorting the shelves, turned around when he heard the sound and saw a middle-aged man walking in. He had strong facial features and a serious look on his face.

With Liang Huo's eyesight, he could tell at a glance that the other party's face was original, and he probably hadn't undergone any mechanical modifications.

Because his nose didn't smell that unique smell of mechanical prosthetics.

"Although my store is not big, it is well-equipped and the prices are famously reasonable in the entire Sanshan Street. What would the customer like to order?"

With a smile on his face, Liang Huo turned sideways to let go of the shelves behind him.

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

Liang Huo's index finger pressed on the trigger, and just when the gunshot was about to ring, a vicissitudes of sound came from deep in the store.

"I have swords and bullets here, but I don't have the people you mentioned. When you get down there, ask your brother if he gave you the wrong directions."

"you are?"

"But now I see you as a problem. Go away or not?"

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Liang Huo pulled out a Duoyanwei from under the counter, grabbed the bolt with one hand and moved it up and down, then loaded the gun.

"Long time no see, Master Ma."

Meng Chong turned a blind eye to the muzzle of the gun pressed against his chest and said softly: "I'm not here to cause trouble."

"My name is Meng Chong."

Meng Chong turned around and bowed with his fists clasped in front of the one-eyed figure emerging from the shadows.

"I can not understand what you say."

"Boss Liang, right? I've admired you for a long time."

"It's been a long time, 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 out for the bright ghosts. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to meet you. Today Finally got what I wanted.”

The smile on Liang Huo's face gradually solidified, and he said coldly: "If you are from Jianai Institute, then you can get out now. If you are not"

"Xiao Liang, don't let go. His body can't withstand your shot."

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

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

"Then you'd better roll faster."

"My brother told me the man I was looking for was here."

The morning light is like a knife, drawing a clear dividing line between light and darkness in the middle of the shop.

Master Ma was hiding in the shadows, but his eyes were red like swords.

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

"Same for me. I often recall the scene when you led us to fight with others in the Minggui Realm to fight for the place to enter the world, digging holes and beating up the rats that got in. I didn't expect that you would finally be willing to do so. Leaving the ghost realm and entering the real world.”

"I couldn't help it. Those women were jealous of me and made the whole Minggui Realm in the south courtyard a mess. I was really upset by the noise, so I sneaked out and planned to hide and be quiet."

Prince Ma looked at Meng Chong and asked, "So, you were originally transferred to the Central Branch?"

"Unlucky, I ended up in the wolf's den." Meng Chong smiled bitterly.

"It's because you are so sharp. If you had listened to me and kept a low profile and not made so much limelight during the 'World's Distribution of Forces', how could you have been chosen by the Central Branch?"

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

Meng Chong laughed at himself and said: "Now that I have suffered enough, I finally wake up and understand the good words you said at the beginning, but I find that it is already too late."

Lord Ma fell into silence upon hearing this, and after a moment he asked, "How could it be like this? Where is your ink-armored body?"

"Been beaten to pieces."

"Can't fix it?"

Meng Chong said calmly: "The core is damaged. Even if it is repaired, it can only be restored to the level of sixth or seventh grade at most. The people in the Central Academy felt that it was not worth continuing to invest, so they gave up on me. It should have been picked up by a certain research team now. Just dismantle it into a bunch of parts.”

"Then what are you doing now?" Prince Ma's eyes flashed red.

"With the body of an ordinary person, the new method developed by Zhongyuan Minggui himself can barely keep Minggui's consciousness from dissipating."

Prince Ma sighed: "It seems that you have taken many new paths over the 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 just a pity that I was too damaged and not even qualified to be an experimental subject."

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

Prince Ma's sudden words made no sense. But Meng Chong understood what the other party meant and grinned: "It's like a ray of light on your back."

"Sit down and speak slowly."

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

At the same time, Liang Huo, who was standing behind the counter, tapped his foot to turn on the shielding equipment in the store, holding the Duoyanwei and looking at the door warily.

"When did you become the fourth grade?"

Meng Chong looked at the oppressive steel body in front of him without concealing 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 tougher and more powerful 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, 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 really 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 showing any signs of weakness: "Huangliang ghosts and Ming ghosts, to put it bluntly, they are all ghosts. They took the bodies to jump out of the well. 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 in it 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 have been 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 without their suffering. I never expected that even though I, Master Ma, have lived for so many years, I still can't fully understand such a simple truth."

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."

(End of this chapter)