Chapter 355 The Miracle of the Moon

Hosoda Yoshiyuki followed behind Miying, looking for the person who asked for help from the cyber ghost.

They shuttled through the dry and desolate woods. There are abandoned advertising signs everywhere, rusty vehicles and damaged building materials can be seen everywhere. Self-rescuers rely on these heavy materials to live, and many of them lack real hands-on ability. Natural shelter is required to provide shelter from wind and rain.

Yoshiyuki Hosoda doesn't like self-help people because they are too lazy.

Here, the poison master holds a distribution terminal, which is in direct contact with the public warehouse. There is a cheap artificial intelligence in the terminal, which can provide 1,000 to 3,500 grams of grain and meat to self-rescuers every day according to their weight, gender, and age. Food, vegetables, and clean water, while distributing necessities roughly equally, requesting anything else, and letting all self-helpers openly vote on big issues.

Now, the living conditions of the self-help people are very special. In the past few months, they have been freed from the heavy labor in the city, no longer work and no longer pay the loan, decoupled from the corporate society, have food and drink, they have been suppressed for a long time The need for reproduction has skyrocketed.

Hosoda Yoshiyuki can scan dozens of men and women at will, entangled with natural needs, as if there is no tomorrow.

He has observed that a virgin, whether male or female, will finish virginity here on average in half a day. There are happy, decadent, idle people everywhere.

Drink, create humans, vote for public affairs.

The prosperity of this community depends on new members, who must donate all their family resources to enter this marginal place. Yoshiyuki Hosoda has been waiting for it to collapse, but it never did. On the contrary, people kept fleeing from Anjiu City, believing that they could find a way of salvation here, and among them were a little richer people who lost faith in the world and donated money in one go. There are tens of millions, and even tens of millions.

Yoshiyuki Hosoda believed that this place also harbored exiled witches, but he couldn't confirm.

Many spend their days doing nothing but sitting on dry logs, fishing, patiently mending with primitive needles and threads, singing songs, or cultivating chlorella for drinking.

More people came in because they were unemployed and unable to support themselves. They heard that there is food and drink here, so they chose to join. Most people are as depraved as slobs. Everything here is unbearable for Hosoda Yoshiyuki, so he behaved extremely mean .

Every coward who does not swing his sword at the beast is a potential servant of the beast.

"You still maintain this community." Hosoda Yoshiyuki couldn't help but said, "Why?"

"Training emotions." Miying strode forward, "I can learn, I can grow, this place allows me to taste a lot of complex emotions, most of them are negative, but I can digest them. Remember, you still I am alive because I guard the entrances and exits of the association of self-rescuers and block the youngsters."

"It's obviously because I'm worried that I will fight with the mercenaries and burn this place to ashes." Hosoda Yoshiyuki sneered.

Miying stood on the road, staring at Yoshiyuki Hosoda with cold mechanical eyes, which made him feel a little apprehensive.

"You can't be so arrogant anymore." She turned around and continued on, "because the cyber goblin is setting its gaze on the top of your head."

Cyber ​​goblin. Hosoda Yoshiyuki fell into an ice cave, and his heart sank to the bottom. What should I do next? I was implanted into a Trojan horse and was at the mercy of others.

Miying finds a person who fits the description in the self-rescue association. They were a pair of siblings, both named Shaba, the elder sister was called Shaba Chiyuki, and the younger brother was called Shaba Jiro.

The original meaning of "shechang" is a place where garbage is piled up. Most of the children born near the garbage mountain use this surname to strengthen their cohesion, which means that they have been with garbage since birth and have nothing to do with the prosperous Anjiu City.

Sheba Qianxue looks very anxious. She has black hair and looks young and immature. She has undergone a small amount of modification. There are traces of metal cutting lines cut and stitched on her face, and there is a black brain-computer interface behind her ears.

At this time, she was repairing an old terminal with a white casing with her right hand.

Yoshiyuki Hosoda carefully observed this broken terminal. It was covered with things that they thought were beautiful, including stainless steel sheets, glass balls, red strings, old bomber jackets, etc., making it look extraordinarily delicate, with some kind of sacred meaning.

It's almost like a "statue" of a cyber goblin.

"I heard that they all hate the company," Hosoda Yoshiyuki said.

"Yes, in the Scavengers Association, there are many people who believe that cyber goblins are the terminator of corporateism," said Miying, "They hate companies so much, and if there are no companies that emit garbage like crazy, maybe their life will be easier A few. They used to live in the village and had nothing to do with the world until the mountain of garbage was spread on top of their heads."

"They should worship capital, find a decent job, and move to the city." Yoshiyuki Hosoda sneered.

In fact, he hates those corporate people and corporate dogs the most, who are attached to money and power. He knows that joining this system will bring more oppression, but he behaves so recklessly.

So he killed company people, company security guards and mercenaries without mercy.

Hearing the conversation, Sheba Qianxue retracted her finger screwdriver into her palm, and turned her head to look at them uneasily. The original biological flesh in her hand had been hollowed out, and the vacant part formed a miniature storage space.

Many people do this kind of treatment on the arms, thighs, etc., so that things can be kept in the body, so as to prevent theft.

Hosoda Yoshiyuki is a master of implant transformation. Seeing that she is using the cheapest implants, it is easy to have adverse reactions and induce muscle degeneration. He wanted to give guidance, but thought that he was not welcome here. , and kept silent.

"It's the emissary of the cyber ghost! It heard it." Seeing Miying, Shechang Qianxue said in a surprised tone, "We're saved!"

Miying enters the house to check the situation.

She saw Qianxue's younger brother Shajiro lying on the plastic tarpaulin. His right leg was injured, swollen and eroded, and pus flowed out. He had a high temperature and couldn't open his eyes.

"Very serious." Miying said, "How did it become like this?"

"It was cut while climbing the garbage mountain." Shechang Qianxue shed tears, "...I...I don't want to watch him die, but there is nothing I can do, outside..."

She glanced at Hosoda Yoshiyuki uneasily, then hurriedly looked away so as not to be seen by him.

Hosoda Yoshiyuki noticed this small movement, but still didn't say anything.

"It's you who disturbed them." Miying stared at Hosoda Yoshiyuki, "It's you walking around in the self-help association and domineering, which made them feel extremely annoyed, and they couldn't even take a good rest."

"This child needs antibiotics, not ghosts." Hosoda Yoshiyuki snorted coldly, "I have to walk here, I have to go fast and powerful! I want to yell, like chasing ducks, so that everyone After waking up from a state of confusion, the entrepreneurs we want to kill are still roaming about in the city, but you are doing nothing like ants."

Miying held the shadow killer, and drove Hosoda Yoshiyuki outside the door in one breath, telling him to stay away, then went back to the door by himself, closed the iron door, and put away the sword.

She looked at the packaged terminal. They really followed the cyber goblin as a ritualized target. What a foolish act, but it is soaked in their powerlessness.

Shaba Jiro opened his eyes with difficulty, and seeing Miying present, he was almost relieved.

"We did it," Jiro said softly, "It responded to us..."

"The reformer was right," Miying said. "What you need are antibiotics, not worship. It's too late now. There is no medicine in the Self-Helper Association, and there is no automatic doctor. It takes at least two weeks to get to the nearest hospital in the city." Hours, he missed the best treatment time."

"...Why don't we know?" Shechang Qianxue sighed, "But how can we have money to see a doctor? When our mother got sick, she immediately threw herself into the sea and died. I don't want to see my brother do the same."

Looking for a shadow to stop.

"There is only one way to save your brother," she said, "but once you witness it, you will have to join a non-disclosure agreement, and you may have to give up your past and shoulder an ancient inheritance. You know, this means a huge sacrifice , hard work and responsibility.”

Sheba Qianxue caressed her younger brother's cheek.

"If we give up, we will only die." Her voice trembled, "We are not afraid of anything, and we are willing to accept everything."

Miying stood where he was, as if he was recording something, accepting a document from afar.

"Follow me." Miying guided Qianxue to perform a kind of witchcraft, which is the medical content in the spell book and belongs to the miracle of the moon.

Synthetics cannot summon energy and cause resonances in the air, but humans can.

"This will consume your mental and physical strength, and it will be very exhausting." Miying instructed.

"I will never give up." Qian Xue said.

She tried to repeat Miying's recitation, imitating her movements, and there was a slight buzzing sound from the air, and the faint moonwhite runes appeared, releasing the power of miracles.

A bright moonlight appeared from the rune and shone on Jiro Shaba's festering right leg. Soon, the sepsis was drained from the wound. Jiro let out a low moan and endured the pain, but soon felt that the pain was being absorbed from his body. Pulled out, the injury slowly healed.

Her face was pale, but in order to save her younger brother, Qianxue was willing to do her best until her physical strength was exhausted.

"Miracle", let's happen. She prayed silently. After she finished casting the entire spell, the scars on Jiro's legs gradually faded, leaving only scar marks.

Qianxue burst into tears.