Robert suspects that his client is an out-of-control AI that has escaped from the bottomless bottom of the network, the existence known as the 'Heavenly Devil'.

As if he was not cutting the flesh with a scalpel, but twisting the screws with a wrench, the man with the black mask sat in his chair, silent, silent, motionless.

Ordinary people, even if they see the knife approaching them and hear the terrible buzzing of the circular saw, they should scream so loudly that they cry bitterly, right?

But the man stood silently as if he were made of a machine or a rock.

Robert didn't speak, and quietly performed the operation.

Muscles, nerves and blood vessels are all opened, and then they are temporarily ligated to prevent blood loss, and then a circular saw is taken out to cut the bones, combining the original nerves and the bionic nerves made of polyethodoxythiophene in the hands of the supernator in a precise and extreme way, this is a delicate craft, if you want to become a prosthetic doctor, this hand is a must, in this step, as long as the nerve signal is slightly wrong, then the brain will fall into an extremely dangerous situation.

Robert observed the man's mask, as if to make sure he was still conscious.

"What's wrong?"

Li Xingyuan's voice came from behind the mask, steady and cold, like the ground that had rained outside.

“…… It's nothing. ”

Robert continued the operation on his hand, secretly scolding the other party in his heart for whether he was a psychopath, and even in this situation he could still stay awake.

Actually, does it hurt?

Hurt.

Without going through any type of anesthesia, how can someone forcibly remove an arm from their body, how can it not hurt?

Li Xingyuan's face trembled in pain, his lips trembled, and his voice trembled like chaff, but after the synthesis of the mask, he looked so indifferent.

He held the long black box he had brought in with his backhand, and his five fingers almost pressed handprints on it, but his body did not move, still as steady as a rock.

"If you're really in pain, I've got some synthetics here......"

"I don't suck that thing."

Li Xingyuan said.

"Go ahead with the operation, I can bear it."

Robert wiped the sweat from his head and proceeded with the operation.

His current psychological pressure is really surprisingly great, he used a scalpel to cut a few cuts on Li Xingyuan's shoulder that fit the connection of Qingtian's hand, and then completely put the machine and the human body together, the two connected, and then fit each other harmoniously, as if they were born.

The microcircuit system of the Qingtian hand was slowly activated, and the pale green light was like some kind of liquid, flowing on the arm of the sterling silver like the moon, awe-inspiring and noble, and the spirit dyed alloy was moistened with a mild aura, which was input into Li Xingyuan's body, and the nerves, muscles, and blood vessels fit with the circuit, bionic nerves, and electronic ducts to form a whole.

Robert stood up and looked at his masterpiece, and every time he saw the perfect fit of the human body and the machine, he felt a sense of accomplishment as if a master sculptor had completed his own work.

"I'll help you get the blood bag, and I'll bring you some gabapentin and copfen when I go." Dr. Robert took off his blood-soaked white coat, like a butcher lifting his apron: "Don't use force with people for three days, you don't have artificial meridians, prosthetics can only adapt to your body, if you force your hand, the nerve connection may be problematic, and it will be troublesome to treat it then." ”

Li Xingyuan tried to move his right arm, which had been replaced with metal, and it looked like a product under the Toad Palace Laurel Tree, and the miniature circuit system inscribed on it like a rune shimmered, bringing a huge force to this arm that was difficult for human beings to match.

Robert saw that Li Xingyuan didn't answer, so he smacked his lips and went to another room.

Li Xingyuan finished looking at the new arm, and then slapped the long box on his side, and a black knife popped out of the black long box and fell into Li Xingyuan's hand.

The black knife is pure black throughout, the blade is slightly wide with two fingers, slightly longer than one meter, and there is a red blood mark on it, which is eye-catching, and it is the same matte material as the black box, and the sharpness cannot be seen.

Robert came back with a blood bag in his hand, and was stunned for a moment when he saw Li Xingyuan holding a black knife.

"When will they arrive?"

Li Xingyuan asked.

"Who?"

"Those from the Taketori group." Li Xingyuan was holding a knife and looked at Robert: "Wasn't you calling them just now?" ”

The smile on Robert's face stiffened, but soon, he took a deep breath and threw the blood bag in his hand to the ground.

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm poor too." Li Xingyuan said: "If such a fat sheep is fed to my mouth, I will not let it go." ”

"Now that you've found out, let's go." Robert pointed to the door of his house, "It's going to take five minutes, five minutes, and they'll be here for you to get out of here." ”

But Li Xingyuan shook his head.

"There are 'ghosts' in the way, and I dare not go."

Robert narrowed his eyes.

The condenser microphone of the cassette player is still singing faintly: "Alas, I am wrong, I am tired of burying the net with you, so you should bow and worship deeply with flowers and candles, and then make a new ......house in the tomb of the cup."

Wealthy cultivators can go up to 'High Heaven' in order to resurrect themselves, and in the current era of technological flooding, those who don't have money also have their own methods, as long as the brain is backed up and stored at an atomic level, and then handed over to a computer to simulate brain activity, then people can become 'ghosts'.

Like a certain type of AI, they can lurk in today's ubiquitous networks, or they can be used as props for monks to attack each other—electronic ghosts can burn out tiny circuits and obfuscate the senses of prosthetics, or they can be temporarily reborn in the body of a machine and resurrect a corpse.

Moreover, just like the ghosts in traditional stories, the consciousness of some cultivators is made of 'ghosts', and they can also perform spells during their lifetime, and even continue to practice, completely freeing themselves from the shackles of the physical body and mastering all kinds of incredible supernatural powers.

However, despite this, 'ghosts' are still a side-of-the-road in the eyes of orthodox monks, because of the incompleteness of technology, so the 'ghosts' that mimic the brain through computers often change their temperament after a period of activity, and become cruel and easy to kill - it is not a very comfortable thing to live in a computer - therefore, whether it is 'ghosts' or 'raising ghosts', it is not a welcome thing in this society.

As soon as Li Xingyuan entered this clinic, he found that there were 'ghosts' living in the Buddha shrine of the Buddha of Ten Thousand Victories, receiving Robert's incense.

With the help of the full-face mask on his face, Li Xingyuan could see the 'ghost'.

Now, right in front of me.