Cultivation Kill

The disheveled man stood up again: "Is there any food? I don't like the food they're giving out."

Shen Zige was taken aback. He hadn't prepared any food in his storage ring, only a Foundation Establishment stage blue-eyed demon with large ears, but without any seasonings or sauces, he couldn't prepare anything.

"I don't have any, I'll go ask Shi Yuan for you," Shen Zige replied politely.

In his mind, ordinary people and cultivators are the same, everyone is equal. The only standards are what he likes and dislikes. He does not look down on someone just because they are a hysterical mortal.

When Shen Zige went to Shi Yuan's room, she didn't need to knock, since everyone there was an acquaintance.

When Shen Zige pushed open the door, she was startled. The room was almost filled with various machines and materials, and Shi Yuan was waving a pen around.

"Shen Zige, what's the matter?" Shi Yuan asked, putting down his pen.

The replica of the ticket on the table was half finished.

"You have so much stuff in your storage bag," Shen Zige said. "Is there any food? Someone knocked on the door asking me for food."

“Yes, I have dozens of storage bags nested within my storage bag. It’s very spacious. I can store almost anything except airplanes and tanks,” Shi Yuan said.

"Storage bags can be nested infinitely?" Shen Zige asked incredulously. "If there are many storage bags, isn't that like a small world?"

"You can only fit a maximum of fifty," Shi Yuan said. "My storage bag is a special, high-grade storage bag that is backward compatible. There are very few of them, so don't even think about it."

As he spoke, he took food out of his storage bag and tossed two roasted whole lambs to Shen Zige.

“Oh, right, the frequency of divine sense has a slight interference and attraction effect on spiritual power, similar to a magnet and iron powder, but there are differences in the details, because a magnet only attracts iron without interfering with it,” Shi Yuan said. “If you still haven’t succeeded in eight days, I’ll have to accept my fate and consider it a loss of 10,000 spirit stones from the investment.”

Shen Zige carried out two whole roasted lambs. The roasted lambs weren't heavy, weighing only about 30 pounds each. For Shen Zige, who was at the late stage of the Spirit Condensation realm, he could easily throw a Tyrannosaurus Rex several meters away if he used all his strength.

A man with disheveled hair was standing at the door, and Shen Zige handed him a whole roasted lamb.

The man snatched it away, tore off a piece of meat with his teeth like a wild beast, and devoured it, almost choking in the process.

"By the way, what are you studying in the house?" the man said. "If one way is blocked, I will turn back from the end of the road."

After the man finished speaking, he carried the whole roasted lamb to his house, afraid that Shen Zige would steal his food if he was late. The house was locked, but the man skillfully took out a wire from his pocket, pried it open a few times, and opened it directly.

what?

Shen Zige had a hard time understanding what the other person meant. It was indeed difficult for a normal person to understand the thoughts of a mentally ill person—if you can't even walk the road, how can you walk backwards from the end?

By the way, Shen Zige speculated that the ultimate refinement of divine thought is spiritual power. The smallest unit of spiritual power is named thought particle. At the microscopic level, it is countless times smaller than gluon and is generally impossible to observe.

Coming from the end?

From the microscopic to the macroscopic!

Based on Shi Yuan's words, Shen Zige understood what to do.

The end of genius is madness.

While mental energy cannot be observed at the microscopic level, it manifests at the macroscopic level by interfering with and attracting spiritual energy.

Therefore, he needs to grind some spirit stones into powder, bury the stubs in the powder, smooth the surface, and wait for a period of time. A pattern will definitely form on the surface of the spirit stone powder.

This pattern represents the spiritual frequency of the seal, a microscopic manifestation on a macroscopic scale!

Shen Zige excitedly returned to the house and, without hesitation, threw the whole roasted lamb into a corner, took out one hundred spirit stones from her storage ring, crushed them into powder, and sprinkled them on the dry, flat ground.

After burying the surcharge, Shen Zige carefully smoothed the surface. Although it wasn't as smooth as a mirror, it was at least free of major flaws.

What he needs to do now is leave the room and go to the door to prevent the airflow and temperature fluctuations inside from interfering with the adsorption experiment.

Shen Zige strolled alone in the hysteria treatment center, enjoying the scenery.

Actually, there wasn't much scenery to see. Morning glories and azaleas covered most of the area, and there were a few statues in the distance. They didn't look like artists, but they resembled the dean somewhat, so they must be important figures in the dean's family.

Shen Zige thought to herself, "Isn't the dean placing the statues of the family's important figures here an implication that they also suffer from hysteria?"

I guess the dean was just trying to flatter him and didn't consider this point.

A few minutes later, Shen Zige arrived at the edge of a pond where fish and shrimp were swimming. A fish flicked its tail, splashing water onto the lotus leaves on the pond surface, where it condensed into droplets and slid back into the water at an angle.

Shen Zige felt a simple, refreshing, and natural beauty, like the nature and animal documentaries she had watched before.

This is the Tao, the Tao follows the natural way!

At this moment, Shen Zige's mind and spirit resonated, reaching the perfect state of mind control in the Myriad Thoughts Technique, as if he could perfectly control all his divine thoughts and fragments.

A corpse emerged from the lotus leaves.

Shen Zige's mind was immediately pulled back to reality from its detached state.

Anyone who is immersed in beauty and bliss, and then suddenly finds a corpse in front of them, would feel uneasy.

“Building a pond in a hysteria hospital without assigning anyone to guard it makes it easy for patients who wander around to drown.” Shen Zige used her divine sense to pick up the already bloated corpse and place it by the pond, hoping that the guard would see it and collect the body.

"what--"

A man who was walking by was startled and fell to the ground.

Shen Zige didn't need to turn around. With a sweep of her divine sense, she knew it was the man who had taken the whole roasted lamb earlier. He was the only one in the area who had managed to open the door lock on his own.

Are you really crazy, or are you pretending?

Shen Zige, with her back to the man, asked.

"What did you say? I don't understand. I came to ask you if you still have sheep?" The man got up from the ground.

"Are you afraid of ghosts?" Shen Zige moved the corpse closer to the man.

"I was scared before, but I'm not scared now," the man said.

"why?"

"I thought you were killing someone, but now I realize this man is already dead, so don't worry, you won't kill me," the man explained.

Shen Zige found that the man had clear logic and did not seem like a patient suffering from hysteria or insanity.

Is it that one is sometimes clear-headed and sometimes confused?

"About what you said about being afraid of ghosts," the man said, "I was terrified of ghosts when I was a child. The old people in the village would always use them to scare me. Back then, I was afraid of dying and didn't dare to walk at night. I would huddle under the covers, trembling, and wouldn't dare to show my face."

"When I grew up, I stopped being afraid of ghosts. On the contrary, I was afraid that there were no ghosts in the world! The nobles in the city bullied us poor people at will. We could never see any hope of turning our lives around. We lived in numbness and oppression. How wonderful it would be if there were ghosts. They would not distinguish between nobles and poor people. They would devour everyone equally. So ghosts are a way for us to yearn for equality. I am afraid that there are no ghosts. I will only be exploited forever and have no hope!"

"Huh? What was I saying?" The man's tone changed, and he exclaimed in surprise, "How did I end up by the pond? Wasn't I eating roasted whole lamb? Was the roasted whole lamb just a dream?"

Shen Zige left the pond area with a heavy heart.