Cyber ​​Ghost Record

Chapter 34: Xiongbo
The evaporating liquid helium enveloped the giant in a white mist.

Ignoring his headache, Su Ge repeatedly called out to Wang Mang with his mind, only to realize that the connection had been lost.

Even after the Gu Diao has exhausted its computing power, it can still use the scanner in normal mode.

With the deactivation of Fengyu Mountain God's anti-detection system, all the secrets of his body were revealed.

Of those massive prosthetic components, only the head and chest retain biological tissue, along with a primitive heart—

In the simple understanding of ancient people, this organ was not only a blood pump but also carried thoughts, so it was stubbornly preserved. This heart was very old, with severely calcified valves and severely atrophied muscles, and now it has finally been relieved of its heavy burden.

Wang Mang is dead. His body has reached the age of old age, and the body of Fengyu Mountain God has become an iron coffin.

Or, as Wang Mang said, he was already dead, and the personalities of those giants devoured his memories and consciousness like crab slaves.

Su Ge found it hard to accept this outcome. Wang Mang was relieved, but he still selfishly hoped that Wang Mang could endure the pain and stay, without having to help him find the organization. Even just being able to chat would be fine.

At the same time, he was worried that if Wang Mang did not choose to die, would his "hacking" burn out his brain?

Excessive use of his abilities pushed him to his limit, barely managing to stay upright and avoid passing out.

To the shapers of the underworld, this god expressed his anger through terrifying silence.

He could easily kill the Fengyu Mountain God, and naturally, he could destroy the brains of all of them in an instant.

No one doubted why He didn't use drastic measures against them from the beginning; they were simply grateful for His mercy.

At this moment, someone needs to step forward and ask for forgiveness. In the deathly silence, no one dares to bear God's wrath alone.

Suger succeeded. He had established a powerful image in front of these people. At this moment, he could barely stand. A single bullet would have killed him, but no one dared to fire the shot. An invisible constraint had locked everyone's triggers.

Finally, Gui Jinyang stood up, walked seven steps away from Su Ge, and knelt down.

This posture resembles both worship and being offered one's neck for execution.

Socrates felt a bit ironic; he had regarded all the gods and Buddhas as imaginary enemies, yet now he was using their images to create oppression.

He even wanted to ask Ghost Golden Sheep why they didn't try to continue resisting, perhaps they were just paper tigers, easily burned through by a single spark.

A wheelchair passed between the wrecked car shells, its nickel-plated spokes reflecting the dim light. The person in the wheelchair was wrapped tightly in white clothes, with only their eyes, ears, nose and mouth showing.

Su Ge finally met Cheng Yang Gong.

Cheng Yang Gong slowly stopped to the left of Gui Jin Yang, and a line of air projection appeared in front of him.

[If the Venerable One wants Shen Ke's backup, then she can only find it from her. No one will reveal where their backup is; this is the biggest secret, existing only within the 'rank'.]

As Su Ge read through this information, Cheng Yanggong's answer completely failed to satisfy him.

But this is most likely true. As Yang Guan said, the backup contains almost all the secrets of a digital life, and it is almost impossible to entrust such a thing to someone else.

“What I want is a backup of her, not an explanation.” Soger glanced at the kneeling crowd. “I won’t ask a second time.”

He pressed him again, and the crowd simply knelt in fear.

Su Ge looked at Gui Jin Yang. Even if someone was willing to die for Shen Ke, not everyone would be willing to sacrifice themselves to keep a secret. He knew he probably wouldn't get any more information out of her.

He hesitated whether to question him about how he had predicted Shen Ke's capture—as this might expose his true identity.

At this moment, Cheng Yanggong posted another message: "[If anyone could possibly find her backup, it would only be 'Xiongbo'.]"

"Xiongbo" was a name unfamiliar to Su Ge.

He couldn't very well ask what it meant; if "Xiongbo" were a name or concept known to everyone in this era, he would be exposing his ignorance.

He remained silent, waiting for Cheng Yanggong's explanation.

At this moment, the kneeling ghost Jin Yang continued Cheng Yang Gong's words and added: "Your Excellency also knows that among the twelve divine beasts of the Great Nuo, 'Xiong Bo' feeds on demons. Since the last Divine Sparrow Festival, it seems that Shen Ke has been targeted by Xiong Bo. A few days ago, no one was able to contact her again."

In fact, from the beginning, Gui Jin Yang was worried that this silver-masked god was the incarnation of Xiong Bo, who not only ate Shen Ke's main body, but also Shen Ke's backup.

Su Ge heard about the Divine Sparrow Festival again, and this time he learned about the so-called Twelve Divine Beasts. He pretended to be thoughtful and asked, "Has Xiong Bo been here before?"

Gui Jin Yang lowered his head and said, "She said she saw Xiong Bo."

Su Ge frowned. He didn't know how religion and government interacted in this era, or what the relationship was between the gods and ghosts in the Nuo ritual and the Security Bureau. The clue of "Xiong Bo" had come to him, but there was no breakthrough. He could only put pressure on them again: "I'll give you three days to go find Xiong Bo and bring her backup."

Ghost Golden Sheep was relieved that he had not been punished for his offense, and although he knew it was impossible to accomplish the task, he did not dare to shirk his responsibility.

After saying these words, Su Ge was exhausted. He was afraid that he would faint here and step down from the palm of Fengyu Mountain God.

Gui Jin Yang dared not get up, but kept his forehead pressed to the ground, and heard a voice, both real and unreal, coming from under the silver mask: "Bury him."

After saying that, Suger walked back to the exit he had come from.

The modifiers breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing in the mercy of the silver-masked god. At the same time, many others looked greedily and eagerly at the mountain-like body.

Their gazes toward death held a hope for life.

The Fengyu Mountain God is dead, and those prosthetic components and undamaged precision systems will be transferred to the bodies of the underground modifiers and operate again, following a new consciousness to continue more lives.

……

Suger glanced back at Wang Mang's body. Wang Mang had not digitized his consciousness, but the extra senses and prosthetics still distorted his cognition and personality, gradually alienating him into his current state.

He couldn't help but think of the discomfort he felt wearing a monocular vision, the spatial disorientation brought to him by the cockroach robot, and how the Gu Diao almost made him lose sight of his true thoughts.

A thought flashed through my mind—maybe one day I will become like that.

He withdrew his gaze and looked past the kneeling modified individuals.

The mask of God allowed him to gain power and prestige, but these people on earth were his fellow human beings. Their fear did not satisfy him; on the contrary, it made him feel ashamed.

"Stop kneeling, everyone."

His last voice echoed through the underground space, and the prostrate cyborgs finally dared to raise their heads, for the figure of the Silver Mask had already disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)