Chapter 77: Possession Syndrome

Wu Xian pulled his thoughts back.

He began to survey the room.

The room was empty, containing only a single lamp, one door, and a massive mirror on the left wall.

The rest of the ceiling, floor, and walls were all cold metal panels; where the great serpent had obscured the wall, there was a doghole thirty centimeters high.

Wu Xian was startled: “How did it dig a doghole into the metal panels with its dog paws?”

He shook his head, walked up to the mirror, and touched it with his fingertip—his fingertip seamlessly merged with the surface.

“Hmm, one-way glass. So this is some kind of observation room?”

From the “Records of the Grand Historian: Eight Treatises: Book of the Heavenly Palace.” A passage from the rear section of the Western Palace.

“We succeeded!”

Several years ago, he received funding from a mysterious benefactor to develop a medical device for treating schizophrenia.

But there was another problem that had long troubled Xu Ming.

……

When describing the scene, he nearly vomited—no corpse was intact, and every fragment had been deliberately arranged in the most shocking way upon a giant round table.

If everything went as planned, the entity emerging from the serpent’s mouth should have been the possessed evil, Wen Yong.

“Sorry to break the mood, but can anyone explain what exactly happened here?”

But everyone sent to capture the Jia man was dead!

And their deaths were horrific.

Xu Ming still harbored suspicion.

To commemorate his achievement, Wu Xian named the device “New Life,” and used his own name and those of two other developers to name the three characters in its endless loop narrative.

These people saw Wu Xian as an evil spirit, which is why they were so terrified.

But Xu Ming had initially paid it no mind.

The wolf constellation has a large star called the Southern Elder. When the Elder appears, peace prevails; when it vanishes, war breaks out. It is traditionally observed at the autumnal equinox in the southern suburbs.

The glasses-wearing man calmed himself, adjusting his spectacles with his finger.

The glasses-wearing man pulled out a crude-looking instrument and ran several tests on Wu Xian—his face gradually lit up with delight!

“Cured! He’s been cured! The first recovered case of possession syndrome!”

Any responsible inventor.

It was a cluttered room, resembling a laboratory, where five men and women in white coats were working.

He abandoned his mischievous idea of pretending to be an evil spirit and turned back, feigning confusion as he asked.

Xu Ming was a renowned genius inventor.

The first words spoken by the Jia man sent a chill through everyone’s hearts.

Developing this device faced many difficulties.

New Life quickly passed medical tests and went into mass production, with sales soaring.

Wu Xian had spent too long in the loop and was weary—he now wanted to leave this blessed land and enjoy real life.

“Fifth ward incineration protocol completed. Ready to accept new patients.”

Wu Xian rolled his eyes: “Of course not. Do I look old?”

The device’s principle was to place all schizophrenic entities into a virtual scenario, gradually eroding their fragmented self-awareness through an endless narrative loop, allowing schizophrenic patients to return to normal life.

Wu Xian instantly understood.

Yet the end of the corridor disappointed Wu Xian.

“Let me explain—your memory of my name should be vivid.”

“I am Xu Ming.”

Having explored the room, Wu Xian eagerly pushed open the only door—beyond it lay a corridor, its end glowing with light.

But when complaints became numerous enough.

Yet the benefactor provided key technological support, so the device was ultimately developed successfully.

The official credential stated.

“Patient Three has entered pupation state.”

Wu Xian felt.

No responsible inventor would claim an invention has no room for improvement, let alone promote a medical device as a gaming device without testing!

Xu Ming felt a bone-deep chill, fear surging uncontrollably from within.

“What are you talking about? It sounds like stage dialogue—I don’t understand any of it.”

Immediately after the experiment ended, Xu Ming reported to the Investigation Bureau. The Bureau had received many similar complaints and took Xu Ming’s opinion as the inventor of New Life very seriously, dispatching a team immediately to apprehend the Jia man.

The five sighed in unison.

Wu Xian turned away and fell silent for nearly half a minute.

He barely managed to deal with the Jia family.

So he raised one hand.

The only difference was that in this world, technology advanced rapidly, and invention was widely celebrated.

They lowered themselves to the lowest posture, terrified Wu Xian might casually take their lives—apparently, the existence of evil spirits was no secret in this world.

Could his New Life device truly harbor hidden dangers?

So he gathered the original development team and decided to test again; the Jia man, who harbored the deepest doubts about the instrument, volunteered as the test subject.

“This instrument is simply perfect—no hidden risks, no need for improvement, and it shouldn’t be limited to treating schizophrenia. Its unique entertainment value makes it ideal as a gaming device. Every VR device on the market is negligible compared to our New Life device.”

Like a bloody feast!

The Southern Elder Star.

He kept receiving complaints: relatives of patients claimed that after using New Life, the patients had become someone else—strange, terrifying.

After the experiment ended.

Treating mental illness—if the patient remains unchanged after treatment, is it really treatment?

This scene was truly beyond Wu Xian’s expectations.

Their behavior was somewhat exaggerated.

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Upon hearing the glasses-wearing man’s words, the other four also stood up, their faces flushed with uncontrollable excitement; they embraced and cheered, one woman even wept uncontrollably, smearing snot and tears across the face of the person beside her.

Even Xu Ming himself hadn’t expected so many people suffered from schizophrenia—he was immensely proud of his achievement, and New Life had become his trademark.

“Congratulations, Immortal, descending upon the mortal realm! We beg your pardon for failing to greet you—your humble servants are ready to serve you tirelessly, at your command, only asking you spare our lives…”

These three names were Xu Ming, the Jia man, and Wei Hao.

He studied them closely and saw they knelt trembling, drenched in cold sweat, too terrified to lift their heads.

“Patient Seventeen…”

The exit from this blessed land should be somewhere visible—perhaps just beyond this corridor!

Hearing Wu Xian’s confusion, the five in white coats calmed down; their trembling subsided. The man in front, wearing glasses, shook as he rose.

“You’re not… the Immortal?”

This world was, in general, not much different from the real world.

When they saw Wu Xian, they froze for a moment, then thought for several seconds—suddenly, all their faces twisted in terror as they knelt and pounded their heads against the floor.

The inspector who came to notify Xu Ming was drenched in sweat.

The author says: See? The Elder Star truly commands—when he appears, peace reigns; when he vanishes, war breaks out…

Forced explanation, hehe.

(End of Chapter)