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

Lu Jianming's emotions continued to swell. By the time he came to his senses, the tombstone in front of him had been wiped clean.

However, the task completion notification never appeared.

This was far different from the information he knew.

Lu Jianming didn't understand what went wrong, but when he stood up, he suddenly sank into an exceptionally soft patch of ground.

The texture was strange, unlike the softness of soil.

It has a slight springiness, like stepping on a fine steak.

Lu Jianming's heart tightened, and he quickly looked down.

The ground beneath our feet was still dark brown soil, and there was nothing unusual about it.

He didn't believe it and stepped on it again.

His movements even caused the ground to sink slightly, creating a strange sensation.

"What is it?"

He crouched down and poked the ground with the stick he had picked up.

The stick was covered in sticky filth and had a faint smell of blood.

The soil was also dark red, as if it had been soaked in blood.

Lu Jianming felt a chill run down his spine, and not daring to be curious at all, he quickly dropped the stick and ran away into the distance.

But the next second, blood-red words barged into his vision:

[Tai Sui (Red): The essence of the earth, the blood of the soil; consuming it can prolong life and maintain youth.]

Tai Sui.

Tai Sui!

A surge of heat rushed to Lu Jianming's head, and he felt his mouth dry and his whole body restless.

May you live a long and healthy life, and remain forever young.

As he grew older, Yu Jianming witnessed his father's almost manic attempts to prolong his life.

Sturgeon caviar, wild snow swallows, and century-old ginseng are no longer rare.

In addition to taking rare deep-sea collagen, rhinoceros horn extract, and blue whale extract as a base for daily dietary supplementation, it is also necessary to consume special ingredients together with these supplements every day.

Telomerase activation injection, adrenaline red, human placental embryonic stem cell injection...

Legal and illegal, domestic traditional Chinese medicine dietary supplements, and foreign gene editing.

The Lu family even has a dedicated genetic database.

Scientists will create customized nutritional meals based on their DNA and inject special drugs to inhibit aging and delay disease.

But aging is not a disease.

There is no cure.

That's why Lu Bingkun saw the dungeon as his only lifeline.

……

"Hahahahahahaha..."

Lu Jianming, sitting on the ground, suddenly burst into laughter, feeling extremely happy—the treasure his father had spent half his life pursuing had been easily obtained by him.

Doesn't that prove anything?

This piece of "Tai Sui" is so valuable that even saying it's priceless is an understatement.

If he can be taken out, the whole world will go crazy for him!

Endless greed overwhelmed Lu Jianming.

It even made him overlook some abnormalities.

Ignoring why there was no notification that the task was completed, he knelt down and started digging with his hands.

The soil was soft and sticky.

The crevices of his nails were filled with dark red mud, but Lu Jianming didn't mind the dirt. Instead, he dug deeper and deeper, becoming more and more enthusiastic.

After digging about half a meter deep, his fingertips finally touched something white and plump.

The thing was slippery, warm to the touch, and covered with a layer of prickly black whiskers.

Lu Jianming's breathing became increasingly rapid, and he was so excited that he almost fainted.

Tai Sui!

Living Tai Sui!

He sped up his digging, his hands moving incredibly fast.

Soon, a "piece of flesh" as thick as an adult's arm was revealed on the ground.

"It's Tai Sui, it's Tai Sui, it's definitely Tai Sui!"

Lu Jianming was so excited that his brain almost melted, and he couldn't help but pounce on it, carefully sniffing the scent.

It has a faint, slightly bloody scent, and also carries a hint of... a custom-made cologne.

With the written prompt, Lu Jianming didn't think much of it.

Their minds are filled with thoughts of immortality, power struggles, and the allure of being adored by millions and remaining forever young.

He took off the silk tie from his neck and carefully tied it around the "head" of the Tai Sui, making a tight knot.

"The treasure belongs to the capable."

Lu Jianming licked his lips, grabbed both ends of the tie, and pulled it back forcefully—

"!"

Despite Lu Jianming exerting all his strength, the piece of Tai Sui remained completely still, as if it were growing underground.

"I don't believe it! Heaven let me encounter this treasure, and now I'm leaving empty-handed!"

Lu Jianming gritted his teeth in hatred, sat down on the ground, wrapped his tie around his wrist, and leaned back—

Thrust and thrust.

Pull and pull.

Lu Jianming's expression grew increasingly excited, his face turned redder, and he was completely immersed in ultimate happiness.

Suddenly, he heard a crisp "crack" sound.

The sound was very soft, like the sound of roots breaking.

Become!

Unfortunately, this treasure broke.

He felt a little regretful, and he tightened his grip even more.

This time, there was another "click".

The sound had a texture reminiscent of bones cracking.

Only then did Lu Jianming realize that he was having difficulty breathing and his vision was starting to go black.

What happened?

Was he too excited?

Lu Jianming lowered his head blankly, but he couldn't move.

He was still holding his tie in both hands, his head tilted back.

Finally, what came into view was a hazy gray sky and his lower body, tilted to one side.

Why did he fly?

—Oh, no, he didn't fly away.

—His head fell off.

—Where is there any Tai Sui?

Lu Jianming knelt in front of a tombstone that was half a person's height.

One end of the silk tie was tied to the stone base of the tombstone, while the other end was tightly wrapped around his own neck.

He snapped his own neck like he was pulling out a radish.

"..."

Lu Jianming's eyes were wide open, a greedy smile still lingering on his face, before his body slumped to the ground.

His head was slumped at an odd angle on his shoulder, and a dark purple ligature mark was visible around his neck.

The wind blew over with ashes from the paper, which landed on his face, which remained open in death.

The cemetery remained quiet, save for a crow perched on a distant tombstone, cawing softly.

It was as if they were mocking his greed.

The next second, the tombstone, which had just been wiped clean, changed.

Around the cemetery, every tombstone began to change.

They were densely packed together, without exception.

Each tombstone is engraved with the three characters "垏建明".

They are all different sizes and crooked shapes.

He was destined not to leave alive.

……

……

……

……

All participants who have completed the main quest will be teleported out of the instance.

Participants who fail to complete the main quest will be permanently trapped in the instance.

[The instance is closed.]

As the fog dissipated, figures moved about, and the shadow of a fox darted away.

Inside Taiping Cemetery, blue and white lights flickered and shone, and footsteps were hurried.

"Over here! There's someone here!"

"The player has appeared! Medical team, follow!"

Medical staff in white protective suits rushed over, carrying testing equipment, followed by field agents from the Special Investigations Bureau.

"Don't move! Let's test your psionic energy levels first!"

"All players, please remain where you are and place any items you take out into the sealed container. We will return them immediately after inspection!"

"Quick, quick, here's one!"

"There's a new player here!"

Medical staff came up and put a testing bracelet on each of the surviving new players to ensure that the values ​​were within a safe range before carefully helping them to sit on the stretcher.

"Slow down, slow down, watch your step. Are you hurt anywhere? Are you dizzy? Feeling nauseous?"

The nurse's voice was very gentle as she examined me and asked questions.

"I'm fine, I just feel a little dizzy, nauseous, and want to vomit."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he sat on a stretcher, his face displaying just the right amount of fear:

"Where am I? Am I back?"

—In order not to be exposed, Song Mo really used all his life's efforts.

This is a showcase of the screenwriter's peak acting skills.