Human Brain Ranch

Zhu Zhengwei clicked a few small bubbles, pulled him into his dream, and re-established a regional network.

Crash!

The new world is dark.

Before, he always dragged the living to enter, but this was the first time for the dead.

Zhu Zhengwei thought for a while, left the door of the dormitory, looked at the thick clouds in the sky, go to the hospital, and find someone to test it first.

Crash.

A ray of his consciousness entered the towering cloud Internet, and then, like a mirror reflection, directly passed through the Monternet and ejected to the hospital in the mountain city.

With the substantial expansion of his Monternet and the strengthening of the signal, it can be said that the circle of the mountain city is his core site. He feels like an alien with a high-dimensional civilization, a ghost in a hospital, to penetrate Overlooking all the wards of this hospital from a bird's-eye view, many human cries were heard.

He saw an old man squatting on the steps holding a report card, crying bitterly while hugging a young child.

He saw a few middle-aged men and women with withered expressions standing in front of the ward, looking at a sleeping old man with sad faces.

well.

What's the difference between this place and the Kingdom of Hundred Stones?

In essence, there is no difference. People in the era get old, sick and die.

After all, Zhu Zhengwei fully realized this in his heart.

His mentality finally changed.

I used to think that the rich, the rich, and the winners in life were very enviable in the era, but at a different height, I suddenly felt that there was nothing special about this era.

For the stars in the universe and the torrent of time, everyone is the dust of history.

After all, from a macro point of view, everyone is miserable, so what Zhu Zhengwei pursues is only longevity, not eternal life, because it is too far away.

Even the universe has an end, doesn't it?

With a sweeping look, he quickly ignored all the elderly people in the hospital.

Their souls are exhausted, and even if they are brought into the underworld, they will die soon. After all, their own place is not a real underworld, but just a shelter.

Zhu Zhengwei's gaze soon fell on a middle-aged woman with a haggard face and sickness. She was lying on a hospital bed, and her electrocardiogram gradually returned to zero.

Although the age does not meet the best requirements, but it does not matter.

The outfit in front of me is not good enough. Zhu Zhengwei thought for a while, and suddenly changed into the underworld-like court dress of a yin official, and suddenly pulled the other party into this soul world.

boom!

The middle-aged woman suddenly opened her eyes and looked around.

Yan Wang? I'm dead? She showed a huge panic, You want to take me to the underworld? No! I can't go yet, my son, my daughter

Their fears allow them to develop their minds.

At this time, Zhu Zhengwei realized that he was like a mind reader, and he had begun to read their cerebral cortex consciousness.

Zhang Cui.

Thirty-seven years old.

A fashion designer, with a son and a daughter, died of lung cancer tonight.

Zhu Zhengwei opened his mouth slowly, and said the information he had read.

No! No! Zhang Cui was completely terrified, her body was shaking constantly, showing fear.

The Earth Ghost Division is revived and wants to build a Town God's Temple in the local area. If you are willing to enter the local City God and build it as a ghost messenger, Zhu Zhengwei said slowly.

I am willing! I am willing to do anything! But I don't want to die yet! She trembled, Wait for me for a year, no, as long as you wait for me for half a year, I am willing to go to the 18th floor of hell.

Zhu Zhengwei didn't want to speak.

It's not a vegetable market, you're haggling here.

Chenghuang, no, Your Majesty, my son is still in the third year of high school, and my daughter just got married, but she can't die this year. My son can't be hit like this. He will affect the college entrance examination. She wailed.

In the face of diseases, human beings have never been equal, and some people are even doomed to be plagued by diseases from birth, and their lives will lead to tragedy.

Unfortunately, the death of the middle-aged woman in front of her cannot be changed.

What's more, no matter what stage of life you are in, there are things you can't let go of.

Kids go to school, kids get jobs, kids get married, kids have kids, grandkids go to school, grandkids get jobs

Zhu Zhengwei pretended to be cold and said: The King of Hades wants you to die on the third watch, who dares to keep you until the fifth watch? If you insist, you can only die here. If you are willing to go to the underworld, you can still live the rest of your life.

The middle-aged woman hesitated several times, but the fear of death still prevailed, and quickly shouted: I am willing, I am willing!

Zhu Zheng nodded slightly, heaved a sigh of relief, and pulled her into the hourly space.

Soon, they followed the same example, went to several hospitals, and dragged a few dead people into them, all voluntarily.

At that time, more than a hundred people will be pulled together to form a ghost village. They will spend the rest of their lives there for nine years a day. Zhu Zhengwei looked at a small space.

In about a week, they will all die one after another.

And the few students who made up the server didn't even know how many ghosts lived and shuttled in their dreams.

Think carefully.

Isn't this really a ghost?

But thinking about it carefully, all the server mining machines that make up Monternet, and the four-dimensional humans in their minds, aren't they bigger ghosts?

It's pretty scary when you think about it from this angle.

A small attempt. Zhu Zhengwei quickly defined this action. After all, it would be a pity to master this dream ability and not try to guide ghosts.

But soon, Zhu Zhengwei saw the people in the ghost village and started to dance in the square.

Especially the middle-aged woman who cried a lot before, now she is so happy, and she is still the one leading the dance.

Something is wrong with my underworld! Zhu Zhengwei was speechless.

They don't need to take care of their sons and grandchildren here, but they have started to retire early, and even feel that such a life is quite good and free.

But you guys are going too far!

Doing a square dance in my classmate's head, I don't know if it will have any impact?

It won't be a long time. Although they don't remember what happened, they are all inexplicably brainwashed. They learn square dancing and can sing dancing songs?

Zhu Zhengwei had a thought, Wait! If that's the case, can't I have an English training class or something? Every night in the underworld, I would recite English while dancing in the square. As a result, over time, the English scores of the students outside have greatly increased. progress?

Zhu Zhengwei thought about some things, Isn't this the business of the underworld? You burn paper money and burn incense for your ancestors, and I will bless your descendants in the underworld to pass the English test!

But soon, he didn't care.

The civilization of this society has only just begun, so we will have to wait and see how it evolves.

In the next two days, Zhu Zhengwei built the ghost village piecemeal, and then it was completed.

He felt that he had a sense of accomplishment and was happy to help others, but he soon discovered that there was something wrong in this secret realm.

Wisps of black air spread across Manyan.

This is?? Zhu Zheng frowned slightly, Black air?

It's not like I haven't seen this kind of anger before.

While the celestial grass produced qi, there was a trace of black qi that permeated the world.

Zhu Zhengwei also studied it carefully.

That is the unconscious mind of humans.

To put it simply, it is the garbled characters of the server’s mining machine.

Zhu Zhengwei looked at the black air here, But, it turns out that ghosts have more of these black air?

But it is also normal.

If the human brain is compared to a computer, then after death, the computer already has a lot of garbled characters.

And the garbled characters will gradually increase, and these souls will gradually lose consciousness and become wandering souls, a chaotic fuzzy mass of souls, losing themselves.

He paused, Speaking of which, in my world of wishing witches, with the increase of servers, this kind of black air is also spreading. If it is not resolved, it will accumulate over time and become a problem.

The servers in front of me are no longer as simple as before.

And what if there are more servers in the future?

The accumulation of black energy, unconscious garbled thinking, and any side effects that erupt will be fatal.

It seems that I still have to find a way and start to deal with the black gas. Zhu Zheng took a deep breath, And study, what will happen when the black gas piled up with garbled codes in these mining machines!