I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

The 404 bus traveled through the thick white fog, its body swaying slightly, inexplicably resembling an old boat floating on the water.

The wheels rolled over the road, but there was no sense of reality.

"ghost!"

"There's a ghost in the car!"

"Aww, I want to go down to Mommy!"

"It's a ghost! Ugh, ugh, ugh!"

The screams and gasps of the new players came through the car windows, making the scene even more terrifying.

"This batch of new players is the worst I've ever seen."

Sitting on the roof of the carriage, Song Mo couldn't help but laugh out loud after hearing A-Yan say those words.

The ghosts of the Ming Dynasty kept up with the times, watching everything from novels and movies to anime.

Song Mo could tell from the tone of her voice that A-Yan had probably been reading an infinite flow novel lately.

The wind was stronger on the roof than inside the carriage.

The wind, carrying mist, blew Song Mo's wisps of hair across her cheeks.

She checked the instance status and saw the vengeful ghost floating beside her, its arms hanging limply. Immediately, dark red blood mist flowed from her sleeves like water.

The blood mist seeped into the gaps in the carriage, forming an invisible net that enveloped all the players.

The players' expressions gradually changed from fear to confusion, and then their eyes became lifeless, as if they had been nailed to the spot by some force.

"Sir, everything has been taken care of."

Ah Yan's tone was light and cheerful:

"I blindfolded them, so they'll just think of you as a regular player who got on the bus with them."

"Could there be any flaws?"

Song Mo hurriedly checked the status of the game, and ink-wash text floated in front of her:

[Copy: Taiping Cemetery]

[Status: Running (1st item disappeared)]

[Number of surviving players remaining: 7/7]

[Unlocked Class: Hunter (Yellow)]

[Estimated crafting points gained from this dungeon: 500]

[Current number of monsters in the instance: 89]

—It seems that Taiping Cemetery has also attracted quite a few souls from outside the instance.

No, it won't.

Ah Yan spoke with certainty, her expression asking for praise, but her face covered in blood and tears was truly horrifying.

"Living people whose eyes are clouded by ghosts cannot see anything else, and they cannot perceive whether there is one more or one less person."

Even if the officials question him later, they will only remember that, sir, you got on the carriage together.

"I understand. 'Blinding the Eyes' can deceive players' perception of time and space. My presence acts as an anchor point, fitting perfectly into their chaotic memories."

A summary was made at the end of the Song Dynasty:

"In their minds, 'I' am in the instance, so no matter who comes to question me, or if a profession can check my memories later, they won't find any flaws."

Is there a more perfect way to hide a drop of water in the ocean?

She has always lived a secluded life, but she cannot completely avoid contact with human society.

Her identity as "from the late Song Dynasty" is her only connection to her past life.

What's more, she was accompanied by two ghosts, Ayan and Azhu.

If you become a player, you can cover up any mistakes with "items" or "skills".

Then, at a suitable time, perhaps even the two ghosts can exist openly in front of people.

—Ah Yan seemed to understand but not quite, but she nodded excitedly in agreement.

"Let me modify the copy parameters first."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, Song raised a finger, and the ink-wash characters moved according to his will, flowing into the game's settings.

"We need to expand the dungeon's size, increase the number of players allowed to enter, and add two new NPCs."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, Song's fingertips swiped across the panel, then brought up the newly captured materials in his backpack, picking them out one by one and showing them to the bus like merchandise:

"404, what about this one? The Ghost of the Red Scarf, a mid-level material."

"Still this one? The material I captured from the Wenshan Village instance, the paper doll boy and girl?"

"...So you like blondes and blue eyes?"

Every time she picked out a piece of material, the bus ghost would beep twice in protest.

—Until the end of the Song Dynasty, a pale-faced, ornately dressed male ghost from London was discovered.

It was extremely fat, with festering sores on its legs, draped in a velvety silk robe, adorned with an exquisite gold chain on its chest, and its wrists were trimmed with conspicuous lace.

The Nameless Ghost of Great Britain

……

"When was this captured?"

Song Mo stared at the text in his hand for a long time, then spoke with some difficulty:

"It's not that I'm reluctant... Xiao Si, you're like an old-fashioned bus. Do you think it would be like if a fancy-dressed foreign ghost, who clearly isn't a local, suddenly appeared on the bus..."

—It's like a waiter in a suit and tie suddenly walking over in a restaurant in Northeast China.

But he was holding a silver tray with an exquisitely plated...pickled cabbage and vermicelli dish on it, and then politely asked if you would like a spoonful of air-freighted caviar.

It feels very out of place.

Besides, there are smart people in the official team. Could someone have guessed from this that the various dungeons are actually interconnected?

"Beep beep! Beep beep beep!"

Bus route 404 used its loudspeaker to express its love for this "figure".

Upon hearing the rejection, it was so disappointed that it stopped even turning on the windshield wipers.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, she felt like a mother who had made a promise to her child but broke it.

"Fine, fine, I surrender."

She then retrieved a headless female corpse dressed only in a white dress from the resource library, which happened to be placed alongside the nameless ghost in the instance.

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The next second, two NPCs appeared out of nowhere in the carriage, their appearance completely out of place with their surroundings, clearly not local ghosts.

Hopefully, the next batch of players won't be scared off.

Song Mo thought with a rather wicked sense of humor.

"Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!"

The 404 bus was absolutely ecstatic; its tires were practically bouncing around.

The players inside the car swayed back and forth like cabbages.

"Sir, you spoil it too much."

Ah Yan prides herself on being the ghost who has been by Song Mo's side the longest, and seeing this, she couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

The next second, she found herself holding a small snack made from raw ingredients.

"Adults are the best!"

The vengeful ghost squinted its eyes happily, cheered, and then lay on her head, acting all cute.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he wiped the blood flowing from the vengeful ghost on his head while silently sighing:

Raising children is really not easy.

……

……

Lu Jianming didn't remember how he got off the bus.

He walked into the cemetery in a daze, and by the time he came to his senses, that damned 404 bus had already disappeared.

"Bastard, bastard, bastard!"

He jolted awake, snapping out of his daze and realizing he was in a dungeon.

The surrounding area is desolate, and the cemetery is overgrown with weeds, with tombstones of different sizes and materials standing in the way.

The other players also disappeared without a trace.

Satellite phones, GPS watches, and communication tools all became useless.

……

"**!!"

He cursed angrily, but dared not make any rash moves.

Prior to this, the Lu family had done everything in their power to obtain information about "Taiping Cemetery" from unofficial players.

[Instance Quest: Before dawn, find the tombstone with your name engraved on it and clean it thoroughly.]

[Dungeon Rules: ...]

[Countdown begins: 3 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds]

"It's just cleaning tombstones, nothing to be afraid of."

Lu Jianming frantically tried to convince himself, but his trembling legs betrayed his current state:

"I remember, I remember, what was it again? Right, right, as long as you don't run around or move around, you can complete the task by finding a tombstone with your name on it and wiping it."

"Yes, yes, first we need to find the tombstone. Don't panic, absolutely don't panic."

Fortunately, with his life experience, Lu Jianming was only briefly terrified before he began searching for a tombstone with his name on it.

He is very patient.

We searched for each tombstone one by one.

Some tombstones have offerings placed in front of them, emitting an enticing aroma.

Lu Jianming didn't even look at it.

There were urns of ashes scattered all over the ground, with gold ingots sticking out from inside.

After thinking for a moment, Lu Jianming quickly moved on.

Finally, he found the tombstone with "Lu Jianming" engraved in a patch of weeds.

"It's not that difficult. As long as you have the mental fortitude, there won't be any problems."

A secret, indescribable joy suddenly welled up in Lu Jianming's heart:

He entered the instance.

Not his elderly and stern father.