There's something wrong with me

Chapter 182 Increasingly Inhuman
'ghost?'

Zhang Feng became interested.

I've only ever heard of these ghost legends, but I never really knew what form ghosts took.

If it truly is a 'mental structure,' then it might represent a breakthrough in neurology.

"Let's go take a look tonight."

Zhang Feng finalized the itinerary immediately and looked at the Taoist priest who was listening intently not far away.

"You two must have seen me arrive and wanted to drag that 'ghost' out?"

That's how it is.

The Taoist priest did not reply, but Fellow Daoist Lin frankly said, "Our strength is too weak, and even after taking turns searching, we still cannot find the ghost's whereabouts."

Now that my fellow Daoist has arrived, I have some thoughts on this matter.

Even when the two were searching for ghosts during this time, one of them would carefully search while the other stayed behind in the hut.

So that when Zhang Feng came looking for them, neither of them would be there.

However, because only one person was working and was very careful, the progress was very slow.

However, they did not say these words aloud.

However, Zhang Feng could roughly deduce it after a little thought.

Zhang Feng's long life experience, along with his analysis of behavior and micro-expressions, has enabled him to see through the basic thoughts of ordinary people.

But I don't usually like to use it.

But that's exactly what they were thinking.

Zhang Feng was actually quite speechless.

Because of their long-distance outing, even at night, there is still a possibility of exposure.

This was a violation of his order to keep them in the city, and also a betrayal of their previous vow that they would wait for him together.

However, there are ghosts outside, and they are upright people, so they can't just pretend they don't see it.

If they were evil spirits, and their caution resulted in the injury of innocent people, they would feel guilty.

That's what being upright is all about. Many of the things they do are contrary to common sense, logic, and their own interests, but they just do them foolishly.

They are a group of people who are very contradictory in their actions.

If we further annotate the data in more detail...

So they shouldn't be a persona, but rather the main character is portrayed as 'justice' and 'having sound values'.

The secondary character is described as 'somewhat cautious and timid,' and also afraid of death.

Then there are the little thoughts of many more normal people.

Overall, it's not pure enough.

Unlike myself, I'm now focused solely on studying, with everything geared towards learning, so my progress is naturally faster.

Zhang Feng liked his simple personality, unlike the multifaceted nature of the people he met.

Their intentions are not pure.

Of course, there are also those who are purely righteous, such as Ling Shan Da Xian and Chen Tiancai.

They are not only terrifyingly talented, but also incredibly terrifying in their character.

People who focus on a single goal progress very quickly.

same.

Zhang Feng not only learned their knowledge, but also deliberately 'imitated' their character.

But as I continue to learn, my inner demons are growing stronger.

Zhang Feng also suddenly discovered something.

People with pure hearts and simple personalities may seem single-minded, and in some biographies they can be described in a single sentence, but in reality, they are the hardest to emulate.

Because people are multifaceted.

……

Leave the bungalow.

On the way back to the inn.

Zhang Feng was still pondering this philosophical question, which was also a disguised study of the problem of inner demons.

Learning from others' experiences has always been Zhang Feng's main direction for progress.

It is similar to, and multiplied with, 'drawing inferences from one instance to another'.

However, in Zhang Feng's learning system, "learning from others" is a method, a research approach.

The ability to draw inferences from one instance to another is one's own 'active skill'.

For example, martial arts and medicine.

Once we find the connection point by first using the method of "learning from others' experiences," we can then draw upon the knowledge of analogy in our memory bank.

Zhang Feng has now sorted out the matter.

Lost in thought, he came to the outside of the inn.

When Peng Ge saw the two Taoist priests that Zhang Feng had brought, he didn't ask them any questions.

The old monk and the man, of course, wouldn't ask any more questions.

"Set off."

Zhang Feng looked at them and then instructed, "Does anyone know anyone in Qingcheng? See if you can transfer some manpower."

Is there someone behind the 'ghost'?

Zhang Feng was unaware of this, so for safety and convenience, he would definitely use any available resources and set up guns immediately.

Besides, adding a few dozen more people on a small scale wouldn't be a problem.

Even though General Hang had just experienced a 'backstab', he should be able to trust himself.

Since he had already demonstrated his strength, he should understand that if he really wanted to kill him, then having a few dozen more or fewer guns wouldn't make any difference.

But if there were any more, it would make people wary.

Zhang Feng has finally endured two years of hardship and established a 'safe place for learning', and now he wants to stay for a while longer.

……

evening.

A small village near Qingcheng, 300 miles away.

This place is located near a forest, and most of the local residents make a living by hunting and gathering medicinal herbs.

The abundance of spiritual energy made the forest grow very lushly, supporting some animals and medicinal herbs.

In addition, most people in this world are physically fit, so hunting and gathering are common occurrences here.

As a result, Qingcheng is close to the forest, and the locals live a relatively good life by relying on the mountains for sustenance.

Just in this village.

They still used old-fashioned oil lamps, and there were no power lines nearby.

In terms of daily life, it's similar to an ancient village, with only the occasional bicycle passing by, and some cigarette boxes and burnt-out matches.

This proves that the village is not ancient.

And now.

A monk, heavily wrapped up, was walking through the small village.

His hands were constantly and gently spinning, as if he were controlling something.

His strange attire also attracted the attention of the children playing in the village.

'Smooth skin and tender meat, top-quality ingredients...'

The monks were also observing the children.

'Unfortunately, the ghost servants I raise have not yet developed intelligence and are easily dissipated by living people.'

There are too many people here now, so it's not easy to take action.

Otherwise, even if it means becoming a wanted man here, I will still collect these finest blood offerings.

The cultivator looked at the little children and thought to himself that it was a pity.

With a slight movement of his hand, an invisible black mist swirled within the bark bag on his back.

This bag was specially made by him, using a type of yin-evil wood.

This wood grows in chaotic graveyards and is believed to have the effect of nurturing and gathering negative energy.

Otherwise, his 'black mist' would be scattered by the sun.

This black mist is the 'ghost'.

at the same time.

As he sighed inwardly at the pity, he continued walking forward.

Suddenly, a group of soldiers came running from the village entrance ahead.

Behind him, rows of soldiers also came running.

'What's going on?' He was stunned when he saw this scene and saw gun barrels pointed at him.

rustle-

At this time.

The soldiers surrounding him also parted to create an opening.

Zhang Feng glanced at the lingering malevolent aura in the air, then looked at the surrounded cultivators.

The ability to track with the ability to see ghosts is indeed very useful.

His trail was located dozens of miles away.

But this ghost was too powerful; the malevolent aura it left behind lingered for a long time.

As for this ghost.

Zhang Feng glanced at his cloth bag.

It appears to be formed from the condensed evil energy of dozens of corpses, and can be considered a kind of 'aggregate ghost'.

Upon seeing the same ghost, Zhang Feng felt that the 'ghost' must be the condensation of the evil energy after a person dies, and then accompanied by their own spirit.

As the evil energy gradually gathered unconsciously, the spirit revived and eventually formed a ghost.

Of course, that's also a possibility.

Perhaps in other advanced worlds, people are nourished by spiritual energy, or perhaps there are rules of city gods and the underworld, which cause evil energy to be generated after the death of the physical body, and thus 'ghosts' are directly formed.

"Who are you?"

Just as Zhang Feng was thinking, the man suddenly spoke, his voice filled with barely concealed fear.

After all, with hundreds of guns pointed at you from all sides, anyone would panic.

Zhang Feng was very direct. Standing more than ten meters away from him, he asked, "Take out your cultivation technique."

'What does this person mean?' The cultivator had no idea, but in order to survive, he took out a secret manual or insights that he always carried with him.

Even from a distance, he threw it directly at the other side.

This person is quite decisive.

Zhang Feng caught the secret manual that was thrown to him from a distance.

Open it and take a quick look.

The above does indeed contain information about 'mental' control, or rather, methods for communicating with ghosts and spirits.

It's just scribbles and drawings on it, which shows that the person only has a superficial understanding.

However, the descriptions of some mental training methods within it are truly inspired.

This person does possess some knowledge of cultivation techniques and can be considered a prodigy.

"Take off the cloth hat." Zhang Feng instructed the man to remove his disguise while reading, wanting to recognize him.

He did as instructed, not daring to make the slightest rash move.

Because Zhang Fengju's seemingly effortless yet powerful technique of seizing objects from a distance, coupled with his obvious intention to target him, was clearly aimed at him.

He knew he had met a master.

Being targeted by a master of 'tracking' is even more terrifying than being surrounded by a hundred guns.

If one of the hundred guns manages to escape, he might survive.

If you're targeted by a master, you're doomed.

But then he took off his cloth hat.

"His appearance... seems to be... that of a murderer wanted by Liang Province?"

Two officers and soldiers recognized him.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng looked up and saw that it was an acquaintance.

It is that 'corpse-refining evil cultivator' in the Great Ocean World.

I never expected that he was also in this world, and that he was even following the path of evil cultivation.

No wonder he has such high qualifications.

It turns out it's a job that matches my major.

Zhang Feng initially thought he was a new prodigy.

However, his talent and creativity were far inferior to those of the guests.

However, being able to research and develop a kind of miraculous technique makes one a genius.

So, when acquaintances meet, there's not much to say. Zhang Feng, preferring a straightforward approach, asked directly, "Just one question: is there anything else that wasn't written in the book?"

"I've written it all down..." he nodded hurriedly.

Whoosh—

Zhang Feng remained silent, using his internal energy to stir up a pebble, which then pierced Zhang Feng's arm like a bullet.
"You wrote it all?"

"I...I wrote it..." he said, clutching his arm in fear.

Although the officers and soldiers around had seen torture and forced confessions before, they still felt their scalps tingle at the sight of such a decisive scene.

The local residents kept their distance as soon as the soldiers appeared.

Seeing the expert act in this way, Lin and his companions were secretly amazed and glad that they hadn't offended him before.

Otherwise, one would likely experience the same despair of being "out of one's control over life and death."

"It's good that you wrote it."

Zhang Feng nodded, glancing at the pleading man and the surrounding gunmen.

"Since he's a wanted criminal, just kill him."

……

The mangled corpse was handed over to the local government, thus closing the case in the other province.

The ghost was not yet fully formed. It was controlled by spiritual energy. When it was put into the fire, it disappeared.

What Lin Daoyou and the others considered a very troublesome matter was the difficult-to-find person and the ghosts they didn't know how to deal with.

For Zhang Feng, it was a matter of searching, seeking, killing, burning, and then it was over.

Of course, if I weren't in such a hurry to learn his method of raising ghosts...

Zhang Feng wanted to talk to him more.

But now, he has mastered the art of controlling beasts and has also gained considerable expertise in spiritual thought.

Looking at his half-baked understanding in the notebook, and his apparent lack of spiritual energy, I could see that he was quite clueless.

Zhang Feng didn't want to say any more.

……

That night.

Return to the General's Mansion.

In the bedroom.

Zhang Feng sat at the table, first putting aside his research on various thorns, and instead began this "ghost-raising" practice.

Wait until I've finished watching it all.

After careful consideration, Zhang Feng discovered that this concept was actually similar to some of the methods of beast taming, but it required more spiritual refinement and research than beast taming.

For example, how do you achieve 'mental fluctuations'?

How can one control the ghosts they create through the mental fluctuations they emit?

thought long time.

I studied it for a long time and started a memory storm, searching through all the knowledge I had learned.

Zhang Feng felt that this should be a kind of spiritual 'synchronicity' or a kind of 'spiritual connection'.

Can the overclocking techniques used in martial arts be applied to this type of connection?

Regarding the question of whether spiritual energy can be overclocked, Zhang Feng had previously managed to release 'qi' with some overclocking fluctuations and some control.

But now it's about the mind (spiritual thoughts), so if this shock occurs, it might not be pleasant.

Therefore, the decisive Zhang Feng felt that it was better to try more than to think too much.

Then a surge of spiritual energy.

Zhang Feng felt a wave of dizziness and collapsed onto the table.

Wait until you open your eyes again.

It was broad daylight outside.

Zhang Fengcai realized he had fallen asleep.

This is good, it's a good way to sleep, but I still feel dizzy after sleeping.

Zhang Feng knew that this was damaging his spiritual essence.

After all, spiritual thought is a concrete manifestation, a stable framework for spiritual cultivation, and is related to the mind.

This tremor.

Zhang Feng was already resigned to death.

Since I have 5 chances to revive, I'm not too scared.

But this trial didn't kill him; he only suffered minor aftereffects that he recovered in four or five days.

Zhang Feng suddenly had an idea and decided to slowly overclock his spiritual thoughts to find that 'unique mental channel'.

Theoretically speaking, as long as that channel is found, a mental link can be established.

Although everyone's mental state may be different, the required resonance level may also be different.

For example, it takes 2.7 vibrations per second to connect with Green Mountain, 1.3 vibrations to connect with General, and 3.5 vibrations to connect with Fellow Daoist Lin.

But as long as you find the architecture first, you can become a 'signal tower' that can be tuned at any time.

That means it's possible to send and receive messages in real time.

Zhang Feng thought it should be possible.

Furthermore, I can also use both mental focus and overclocking techniques.

Now we're working on the basic design of the signal tower.

This prototype can also be achieved using the 1.7-stroke earthen wall technique.

Although it is a destructive spell, at its core it is a stable spiritual energy structure.

It was a technique he devised himself.

A technique specifically developed to test balance.

Overall, it looks like a wall, appearing very thick and stable.

Zhang Feng also had a thorough understanding of the reasons for the balance within.

Then, this balanced structure was used as a prototype.

In this way, when the spiritual energy is overclocked, it can be stabilized at a certain frequency, forming a stable signal device similar to an electrical network (reiki architecture).

Zhang Feng had studied electrical engineering, instrument assembly, and signal processing.

Now is the time to put it into practice, centering on 1.7 strokes and creating it with spiritual thought.

You can also name it '1.7 Network' version first.

Have a blueprint for your plan.

Zhang Feng also found a piece of paper and a pen and began to sketch the initial shape with great effort.

I'm too dizzy to test it right now, but I'll make minor adjustments based on the shape I've drawn, and then conduct the experiment.

Although it's not as good as direct testing and there's no direct data feedback, it's still a small optimization.

Of course, this is also a kind of data calculation. The boxes in our country are calculated by researchers stroke by stroke on paper.

It relies entirely on the human brain.

……

Five days later.

Everyone in the general's mansion felt that the expert had gone 'crazy'.

Because when they delivered the food, they saw the room was full of scratch paper.

They couldn't understand the strange symbols on it at all.

Even when fellow Daoist Lin and others occasionally come over, they can't understand it.

Even if researchers from this world came here, they still wouldn't understand it.

Because Zhang Feng's calculation method was neither an equation nor a magical artifact structure, but a 'jump algorithm'.

比如，0.5+1+1+1+1=4.5
It involves five processes and a final result.

Zhang Feng, however, simply said, "1.5 + 2 =," and that was it.

It's completely nonsensical.

This was because Zhang Feng added the numbers in a completely disjointed manner, and once he was halfway through the calculation, he already knew the final result, so he didn't continue calculating.

This is Zhang Feng's memory storm; he has become a human brain computer.

But compared to the quantum computing power building, it's worlds apart.

For example, if Zhang Feng were to use his current computing power and the same knowledge to calculate the final formula for the spirit stone recipe, he could recreate the original recipe.

This could take tens of millions of years.

But for a 'superconducting quantum computing power building', it would take at most five hundred years.

Previously, it took more than two years of global computing power, roughly equivalent to five thousand ordinary computing power buildings.

The current building has twenty times the computing power of the old one.

However, Xiaolou also has a significant disadvantage: it cannot be calculated when various parameters are insufficient.

This cannot compare to human creativity.

The small building focuses more on optimization and innovation on the basics, but it cannot directly create objects with parameters that are not recorded in the building itself.

Zhang Feng is now learning more and more, and he can directly point to the great path, which can be described more simply as this kind of creativity.

It's like inputting addition rules into a computer and asking it to calculate 1+2+3...+9999999; the computer can give the answer in a second.

But when you try to get it to calculate 1-1, it directly throws a program error.

same.

Zhang Feng is currently searching for 'new rules,' general rules concerning neuroscience and Reiki architecture.

However, it's too difficult.

Zhang Feng faints every five days, and when he wakes up, that's it.

After calculating for more than half a year, I still have no idea about this 1.7 network.

You might even have to give up for a while, and then try to break through again when you have more knowledge.

It's just in my heart.

Zhang Feng also understood that he already had enough knowledge; what he lacked was practical experience, that final step.

It's like a free lottery with a guaranteed big prize.

As long as you keep drawing, and all the results are drawn, the guaranteed outcome will definitely appear.

The problem is whether it appears early or late.

Even Zhang Feng knew its parameters and final effect, just like how our dynasty knew the parameters and appearance of the box before it even existed.

Now all that remains is the process of working backwards from it, which is the final verification in the search for truth.

……

Another year.

Autumn has come again.

This is Zhang Feng's fourth year in this world.

Lin and his companion also integrated into this place, and in the past two years, they also learned that their brother was working on an incredible technique.

Similar to 'mind communication'.

The two of them didn't speak, but their voices echoed in each other's minds.

They thought this was outrageous, and even the cultivators and generals in the manor thought it was outrageous.

Although there are cultivators in this world, they mainly use powerful and destructive techniques.

Furthermore, they were born into this world and considered these magical arts to be normal.

But this "divine telepathy" is just a legend from the tales of gods and ghosts.

That's completely unrealistic.

It's all just nonsense told by storytellers.

And on that very day...

While everyone was practicing their spells and chatting in the courtyard.

The door to the study in the courtyard was open.

Zhang Feng stepped out and looked at Lin Daoyou and the others who were looking towards him. He didn't make any movement, but his words strangely echoed in their minds.
"Gentlemen, I have realized it."

Wow—

The general's teacup fell to the ground, and everyone looked at Zhang Feng in shock.

Did Zhang Feng actually bring to life the myths and legends in the Legend of Gods and Ghosts?

Their faces were filled with disbelief, but the voice in their minds told them that it was all true, and they had no choice but to believe it.

"Spiritual transmission from gods and ghosts?"

"Is he... still a human?"

'Senior Zhang... is he perhaps on his way to becoming an immortal...?'

The crowd stared in disbelief, but their expressions quickly turned to awe.

(End of this chapter)