Human Brain Ranch

  Chapter 98 The Prototype Netherworld

  Zhu Zheng slightly clicked on a few small bubbles, pulled them into his dream, and reorganized a regional network.

  Wow!

  The new world is completely dark.

Before   , he always pulled in the living, but it 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, first try it with someone."

  Wow.

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

As his Monternet expanded greatly and the signal increased, it can be said that the mountain city circle is his core site. He feels like a high-dimensional civilized alien, a ghost in a hospital, to penetrate Overlooking all the wards of this hospital, I heard many human cries.

  He saw an old man squatting on the steps holding a report sheet, holding a young child and crying bitterly.

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

"Ugh."

  "How is this different from the Kingdom of Hundred Stones?"

  In essence, there is no difference. People in this era are old and sick.

   Zhu Zhengwei finally 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, but the height of the station was different, and I suddenly felt that this era is not special.

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

   After all, from a macro perspective, everyone is pathetic, so what Zhu Zhengwei pursues is longevity, not immortality, because that is too far away.

  Even the universe has an end of life, doesn’t it?

  He glanced away and quickly ignored all the elderly in the hospital.

  Their souls are exhausted. Even if they are brought into the underworld, they will die soon. After all, they are not the real underworld, but just a shelter.

  Zhu Zhengwei’s gaze soon fell on a middle-aged woman, with a withered face and sickness, lying on the bed, her electrocardiogram gradually returning to zero.

  Although the age is not up to the best requirement, it does not matter.

  "It’s not good to dress like this one in front of me." Zhu Zhengwei thought for a while, suddenly turned into a hades-like pubic official costume, and suddenly pulled the other person into this soul world.

  Boom!

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

  "Hammer? Am I 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 fear makes their thinking develop.

  At this time, Zhu Zhengwei found that he was like a mind-reading technique, and he had already begun to read their cerebral cortex consciousness.

   "Zhang Cui."

   "Thirty-seven years old."

  "Costume designer, I have a son and a daughter, and he died of lung cancer tonight."

  Zhu Zheng spoke slowly, telling the information he had read.

   "No! No!" Zhang Cui was completely frightened, and her body was trembling constantly, showing fear.

  "Earth Ghost Division is rejuvenated. If you want to build a local city **** temple, if you are willing to enter the local city **** and build it as a ghost messenger," Zhu Zheng spoke slowly.

   "I do! I do anything! But I don't want to die now!" She trembled, "Wait for me for a year, no, as long as I wait for half a year, I will be willing to go down to the eighteenth hell."

   Zhu Zhengwei did not want to speak.

  It’s not a vegetable market, you are bargaining here.

  "Chenghuang, no, your Majesty Yan, my son is still in the third year of high school, and my daughter has just married, but this year he cannot die. My son cannot be hit like this. He will affect the college entrance examination." She wailed.

  In the face of disease, human beings are never equal, and some people are even destined to be diseased and lead to tragedy in their lives.

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

  What's more, no matter what stage of life, there is nostalgia.

  Children go to school, children look for jobs, children get married, children have children, grandchildren go to school, grandchildren look for jobs

   Zhu Zhengwei's expression pretended to be cold and said: "The Hades wants you to die in the third watch, who dares to keep you to the fifth watch? If you insist, you can only live out of your soul here. If you are willing to go to the Yincao land, you can still live the rest of your life."

  The middle-aged woman hesitated several times, but the fear of death still prevailed, and hurriedly shouted: "I do, I do!"

  Zhu Zheng nodded slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, and dragged her into the sky.

   Soon, he followed the same pattern, went to several hospitals, and dragged a few dead people into them, all by volition.

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

  About a week, they will all die one after another.

  The few students who formed the server did not know how many ghosts lived and shuttled in their dreams.

  Think carefully.

  Isn’t this a ghost upper body?

   But I think about it again, all the server miners that make up Monternet, the four-dimensional humans in their minds, aren’t they a bigger ghost upper body?

  It's pretty scary to think about it from this perspective.

   "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 the ghost.

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

  Especially the middle-aged woman who was crying so badly before, now she is a happy one, and she is still the one leading the dancer.

   "My netherworld, something is wrong!" Zhu Zhengwei was speechless.

  They don’t need to take care of their sons and grandchildren here, but they started to care for the elderly in advance. They even feel that this kind of life is pretty good and very free.

  But you guys are a bit too much!

  Dancing the square dance in my classmate’s head. I wonder if it will have any effect?

   "It won't last long. Although they don't remember what happened, they are all brainwashed for some reason. They learn square dance and can still sing dancing songs?"

Zhu Zhengwei thought, "Wait! If this is the case, wouldn't I be able to organize an English training class or something? Every night in the prefecture, I have to memorize English while dancing square dances. As a result, for a long time, the English scores of the students outside have been great. progress?"

  Zhu Zhengwei thinks about some things that are not.

  But soon, he didn't care.

  This social civilization has just begun, let’s take a look at how we evolved to the point.

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

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

  Swiss of black air is in Manyen.

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

  It’s not that I have never seen such an anger before.

  While those fairy grasses were producing qi, there was a trace of black qi that filled the world.

  Zhu Zhengwei also studied it carefully.

  That is human unconscious thinking.

  In short, it is the garbled code of the miner of the server.

  Zhu Zhengwei looked at the black air here, "However, it turns out that the ghost, is there more of this black air?"

   But it is also normal.

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

  And the garbled characters will gradually become more and more, their souls will gradually lose consciousness, become wandering souls, a chaotic fuzzy group of souls, and lose themselves.

  He paused, "By the way, in my Witchcraft World, as the number of servers increases, this type of black air is also in Manyan. If it is not resolved, it will accumulate over time, which is also a problem."

  The number of servers in front of you is not as simple as before.

  And what if there are more servers in the future?

  Those black qi accumulation, unconscious garbled thinking, and any side effects erupt, it will be fatal.

   "It seems that I have to figure out a way to start dealing with the black gas." Zhu Zheng took a deep breath, "and study what will happen to the garbled black gas accumulation of these miners!"

  (End of this chapter)