Zhu Zhengwei tapped on a few small bubbles, pulling them into his own dream, and reconstructed a regional network.

Crash!

The new world was pitch black.

Previously, he had only brought in the living; it was the first time with the deceased.

Zhu Zhengwei thought for a moment, left the dormitory entrance, and looked at the heavy clouds in the sky, "Better take a trip to the hospital and find someone to experiment with first."

Crash.

A thread of his consciousness entered the towering cloud internet, and then, like a mirror reflection, directly bounced through the dream network into the hospital in Mountain City.

With the significant expansion of his dream network and the signal boost, it could be said that the entire circle of Mountain City was his core territory. He felt like an alien from a high-dimensional civilization, a ghost in the hospital, looking down on all the wards with a penetrating perspective and hearing the cries of many humans.

He saw elderly people squatting on the steps with report sheets, crying out loud with young children in their arms.

He saw several middle-aged men and women with withered expressions keeping watch in front of a ward, staring at an elderly person in a deep sleep with worried faces.

"Sigh."

"What difference is there between here and the Hundred-Stone Country?"

Essentially, there's no difference, life's cycle of birth, aging, illness, and death.

Zhu Zhengwei finally recognized this thoroughly within himself.

His mentality eventually shifted.

He used to be envious of the wealthy, rich people, and life winners of this era, but with a different perspective, he suddenly felt that this era wasn't so special after all.

Regarding the universe and stars, the flow of time, everyone is just dust in history.

In the end, from a macro perspective, everyone is pitiable, so what Zhu Zhengwei pursued was longevity, not immortality, because that's too unattainable.

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

His gaze swept over the elderly in the hospital and quickly ignored them.

Their souls were exhausted; even if taken to the Underworld, they would quickly perish. After all, his place wasn't the real Underworld, just a shelter.

Zhu Zhengwei's gaze quickly fell on a middle-aged woman, her face sallow, riddled with illness, lying on the hospital bed with her electrocardiogram gradually reaching zero.

Although her age didn't meet the best criteria, it didn't matter.

"With my current guise, it's not quite suitable." Zhu Zhengwei thought for a moment and suddenly turned into King Yama's Yin Official attire, abruptly pulling the other party into this soul world.

Boom!

The middle-aged woman suddenly opened her eyes, looking around.

"King Yama? Am I dead?" She showed immense panic, "Are you taking me to the Underworld? No! I can't go yet, my son, my daughter..."

Their fear prompted their thoughts.

This moment, Zhu Zhengwei found himself able, like a mind-reading technique, to start perceiving their cerebral cortex consciousness.

"Zhang Cui."

"Thirty-seven years old."

"Fashion designer, with a son and a daughter, dying of lung cancer tonight."

Zhu Zhengwei slowly spoke, relaying the information he read.

"No! No!" Zhang Cui was utterly terrified, her body trembling with fear.

"The Earth Ghost Bureau seeks to establish a City God Temple here. If you are willing to enter the local City God as a Ghost Messenger to build...." Zhu Zhengwei slowly opened his mouth.

"I am willing! I am willing to do anything! But I don't want to die now!" She trembled, "Just give me a year, no, just give me half a year, I'd be willing to go through the Eighteen Layers of Hell."

Zhu Zhengwei didn't want to speak.

This isn't a market where you can haggle.

"City God, no, Your Majesty King Yama, my son is still in his senior year of high school, my daughter just got married, but she cannot die this year, my son can't take such a blow, it will affect his university entrance exams..." she wailed.

In the face of illness, humans are never equal, and some are destined for a tragic path from birth due to illness.

Unfortunately, the death of the middle-aged woman in front of him could not be altered by himself.

Moreover, at any stage of life, people have things they can't bear to part with.

Children going to school, finding jobs, getting married, having children, grandchildren going to school, finding jobs...

Zhu Zhengwei coldly feigned, "If King Yama wants you dead at three, who dares keep you till five? If you insist here, only to have your soul perish, you can still live out the rest of your life if you're willing to go to the Underworld."

The middle-aged woman hesitated several times, but the fear of death ultimately prevailed, hurriedly shouting, "I am willing, I am willing!"

Zhu Zhengwei nodded, relieved, and pulled her into the small space.

Soon after, he did the same at several hospitals, pulling several dying people into it, all voluntarily.

"When the time comes, pulling in a hundred or so people will form a ghost village; nine years a day, they will live out their lives there." Zhu Zhengwei looked at a small space.

About a week later, they would all pass away in succession.

The classmates who formed the server didn't realize that their dreams harbored several ghosts residing, shuttling back and forth.

Thinking about it carefully.

Isn't this exactly ghost possession?

However, thinking deeper, aren't the four-dimensional humans in their minds, forming the dream network's server rigs, an even bigger ghost possession?

Thinking from this angle is quite terrifying.

"A small attempt." Zhu Zhengwei soon defined this action, as having the ability to control dreams, it would be a waste not to try guiding ghosts.

But soon, Zhu Zhengwei saw the people in the ghost village beginning to initiate square dancing.

Especially the middle-aged woman who had cried desperately before, now was incredibly happy, even the lead dancer.

"My Underworld is somewhat weird!" Zhu Zhengwei was speechless.

Without the worry of children and grandchildren, they began to enjoy early retirement, finding this life quite good and free.

However, you guys are going a bit too far!

Dancing in my classmates' minds, not sure if that would have any impact?

"Will it lead to them being mysteriously brainwashed, later on, learning square dance and singing and dancing songs?" Zhu Zhengwei thought, "Wait! If that's the case, couldn't I run an English training class? Every night in the Underworld, square dancing while reciting English, resulting in a massive improvement in students' English scores outside over time?"

Zhu Zhengwei thought of this and that, "Isn't this the Netherworld business? Burn paper money for your ancestors, offer incense, and I'll ensure your descendants pass their English exams in the Underworld!"

But soon, he didn't care anymore.

This societal civilization was only just beginning, so how things would evolve would be something to observe.

In the next two days, Zhu Zhengwei scatteredly established the ghost village and then considered it finished.

He felt a considerable sense of accomplishment, helping others brought joy, but soon he discovered something amiss in this Secret Realm.

Strands of black energy were spreading.

"What is this??" Zhu Zhengwei frowned, "Black energy?"

He wasn't unfamiliar with such energy.

When those Immortal Herbs produced energy, they also mixed in some black energy, permeating the world.

Zhu Zhengwei had also studied this closely.

That was unconscious human thought.

Simply put, it's like server rig gibberish.

Looking at the black energy here, "Turns out original ghosts possess more of this black energy?"

That actually made sense.

If one thinks of the human brain as a computer, then after death, the computer already has lots of gibberish.

And the gibberish would gradually increase, their souls gradually losing consciousness, becoming wandering souls, a chaotic mass of indistinct souls, losing self.

He paused, "Speaking of which, in my Witch World, with the increased number of servers, this kind of black energy is also spreading; if not resolved, it will accumulate over time, becoming a problem."

The servers in front of him were no longer of the simple quantity from before.

And if, in the future, there were more servers?

If that accumulated black energy, unconscious gibberish thought, erupted with any side effects, that would indeed be dangerous.

"It seems I have to figure out a way to start dealing with that black energy." Zhu Zhengwei took a deep breath, "And study what will happen with the accumulation of these black energy gibberish from the server rigs!"

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