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

In the stillness of the night, a light is on in a rented room in an old residential building in Jiangcheng.

Words of various sizes floated in mid-air, each one seemingly alive, somersaulting in the air.

Branching framework, character mind map, worldview tree diagram.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, staring at the floating characters, his face was full of joy and ambition.

What she's going to write this time is more than just a story about a ghost messenger borrowing lifespan; that would be too simplistic.

If we consider a screenplay as a novel, then all the screenplays and adaptations she writes should ideally be rooted in folklore and mythology.

—To create an infinitely expandable and expansive super IP universe of the East.

This IP universe contains both the Chinese underworld system and the Western supernatural system.

Judges of the underworld, wandering gods day and night, ghosts of the City God Temple.

A demon from hell, an angel descended to earth, an incarnation of the seven deadly sins.

A complete set of rules has lasted for centuries and can generate countless dungeons, storylines, monsters, and legends.

Not to mention China's millennia-old folk customs, the underworld and the heavenly order, reincarnation and karma, underworld judges, the ten kings of hell, and the afterlife...

These legends, etched into the very bones of the Chinese people, though scattered and fragmented, are brought to life by her, making myths concrete and legends come true.

Just thinking about it gets my blood pumping.

"The Underworld Messenger's Life-Borrowing" is the first cornerstone of the entire Eastern Underworld worldview, and also the opening introduction to all subsequent Yin-Yang storylines.

Therefore, it must be written perfectly at the end of the Song Dynasty.

Then it will bring about its arrival, completely transforming from a "textual script" into "the rules of the real world".

The lamplight flickered gently, and the ghost's hair drifted in through the window, its shadow forming three crooked characters on the table:

"Lu Bingkun".

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The red shadow landed silently.

"Sir, Lu Bingkun is being held by officers from the Special Investigation Bureau and hasn't left yet."

Ah Yan spoke softly, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger:

"As you instructed, I first went to the ruins of Taiping Cemetery and captured the remnant soul of Lu Jianming, the rebellious son of the Lu family."

This child died but his soul remains; he is greedy for wealth and profit, and utterly foolish.

"His soul lingered in the instance, yet still yearned for worldly riches. With a slight probe, I uncovered the secrets of the Lu family."

"Afterwards, I escaped into the top-floor intensive care unit of Jiangcheng First Hospital and entered the dream of that dying old thief, Lu Bingkun."

At this point, the vengeful ghost flew into a rage, its body radiating blood and its intense resentment almost overflowing the room.

Ayan's entire pupils turned black, and tiny ice crystals began to condense on the ground and walls around her.

The clay gourd melts into a lump when it encounters ice, and the next second, a new, even smaller clay ghost is born from it.

Seeing that the vengeful spirit was about to be out of control, Song Mo casually used an alchemy technique, easily dispelling the malevolent energy with a single sentence:

"It's alright, take your time."

Ah Yan finally calmed down and floated before the end of the Song Dynasty to report everything in detail:

"This thief is a wolf in sheep's clothing, a snake in the heart, and a heartless and ruthless person who is rare to find in all of history!"

There were no lies in the dream; it turned out that his lifelong wealth and glory were obtained by stepping on the corpses of his wife and young son.

His hands are stained with blood, his sins are heinous, he deserves to go to the eighteenth level of hell after death!

Song Mo lightly tapped the table with his fingertips and said softly, "Continue."

"Yes."

Ah Yan lowered her eyes, suppressing her surging anger, and slowly recounted what she had seen.

People are defenseless in their dreams, so when evil spirits enter their dreams, they see the most authentic past.

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Lu Bingkun was poor in his youth, born in the countryside, and had nothing.

In his early years, he went to Hong Kong to make a living. At his lowest point, he worked as a henchman for casinos, having to be subservient to people and being beaten was a daily occurrence.

But he's ruthless enough, especially to himself.

If a customer spits at the casino, he bends down and catches it with his hand; if a customer gives him a tip while playing cards, he turns around and gives it all to his boss.

Whether it was luck or gambling skill, Lu Bingkun climbed the ranks by scheming and maneuvering.

In just three years, he earned the right to gamble at the table.

He knew, of course, that the rich were just using him as a source of amusement when they were bored, but that was exactly the opportunity that Lu Bingkun wanted.

At that time, Mr. Chen, a casino tycoon in Hong Kong, had experienced many ups and downs in his life. He owned a vast business empire and a fortune, but he only had one daughter, Chen Shulan.

Chen Shulan was a true noblewoman, well-versed in poetry and literature from a young age, and possessed a beautiful appearance.

She looked down on Lu Bingkun, who came from a humble background and was opportunistic.

However, due to the limitations of the times and prevailing ideas, Hong Kong businessmen value practical work over family background.

Mr. Chen, being old and appreciative of talent, and having personally witnessed Lu Bingkun's dignified yet humble demeanor, as well as his sweet words and forbearance, felt that he could uphold the Chen family's reputation in the future.

It was strange at that time that even though Mr. Chen loved his daughter very much, he still refused to teach her the skills to make a living.

Despite Chen Shulan's strong resistance, she ultimately could not defy her father's expectations.

Left with no other choice, she had to marry the penniless Lu Bingkun and become his first wife.

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In the first few years of their marriage, Lu Bingkun concealed all his ruthlessness and greed, and was filial and respectful, taking hypocrisy to the extreme.

Chen Shulan wanted to eat a late-night snack, so he drove his luxury car to the other side of the port area in the middle of the night to buy hot snacks from afar.

At that time, Lu Bingkun would always be present at any auction.

Antiques, calligraphy and paintings, jewelry and ornaments—anything that Chen Shulan set her sights on was snapped up by her, much to the envy of others.

—At that time, Hong Kong tabloids often made fun of the Chan family for hiring a "henchman".

It is also said that Lu Bingkun is "henpecked" and spends his wife's money to support his extravagant lifestyle.

In his later years, Mr. Chen suffered from a chronic illness and was bedridden. Lu Bingkun served him diligently every day, bringing him tea and water.

He even made numerous trips between the mainland and Hong Kong in order to ensure his father-in-law's well-being.

Again, it involved trekking through mountains and rivers, visiting folk healers, and paying exorbitant sums to have altars set up for blessings, rituals to ward off disasters, and chanting sutras for salvation...

It's fair to say that we don't know how things are internally.

To the outside world, Lu Bingkun has always presented himself as a perfect person who is "loyal, righteous, and grateful."

That same year, Lu Bingkun became a highly praised son-in-law in the port city's business district, a rare find in the world.

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Several years later, Mr. Chen passed away.

With the great tree fallen, the Chen family was leaderless, and the old ministers and subordinates were filled with fear and anxiety, and their vast business was in imminent danger.

At this point, Lu Bingkun stepped forward and, as the son-in-law, rightfully took over all of the Chen family's businesses, connections, resources, and channels.

From then on, it only took him ten years to go from being a henchman hated by everyone to officially stepping into the top business district of Hong Kong.

Surprisingly, while many people were speculating whether Lu Bingkun would take a second wife, he remained devoted to his wife as always.

However, correspondingly, the Chen family became completely defunct in name only.

All of their vast fortune ended up in Lu Bingkun's pocket; the once-powerful gambling family in Hong Kong was completely wiped out by him.

A few years later, business dealings between Hong Kong and the mainland became more frequent. Seizing the opportunity, Kuang Bingkun launched a series of sweeping reforms and ventured into the real estate industry.

Just when he was riding high, disaster struck:

Chen Shulan was traveling by car when the car crashed and she died. Also traveling with her was her six-year-old biological son, Chen Dongdong, with Lu Bingkun.

Because of the victim's special identity and the sensitive nature of the time, the tragedy shocked the entire nation.

Not only were the port city's business districts shaken, but even foreign media outlets reported on it:

Tragic Massacre of a Wealthy Family! The wife and children of the chairman of XX Group died violently on the highway, suspected of being "bought off" and forced into marriage because they were obstructing someone's wealth accumulation!

Outrageous! Utterly Heinous! A 'henchman's son-in-law' suffers revenge after being denied offspring; his wife and children's hearse is sabotaged, resulting in a tragedy. A multi-million dollar reward is offered for information leading to the arrest of the perpetrator!

"Buy it and you'll start a family! Real estate tycoon's wife and children tragically die, a wanted poster issued: Find the mastermind behind it all, Mr. X!"

"Gambling house heiress dies tragically, Chen family line extinguished! Eyewitness reveals shocking revelation: Truck deliberately boarded and violently attacked, clearly an execution-style execution!"

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Various sensationalist and attention-grabbing news stories are emerging one after another.

Even worse, some people directly used horrific photos of Chen Shulan's car accident scene as a selling point.

At that time, Lushi Group was bidding against another real estate company.

Lu Bingkun immediately seized the opportunity presented by the public opinion, held a press conference, broke down in tears, and fainted several times.

Public opinion was deliberately manipulated.

Therefore, it was once believed that Chen Shulan's death was a result of her rivals hating the rapid rise of the Chen family and deliberately hiring someone to kill her.

No one doubted that this horrific car accident was orchestrated by Lu Bingkun himself.

Who would doubt a good husband whose wife and children have died?

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By taking advantage of this shocking tragedy, Lu Bingkun gained a great deal of sympathy and public praise.

Subsequently, he went even further, spending a fortune to build an extremely luxurious double tomb in a prime location in the port city.

He declared that he would always cherish his beloved wife and grieve for his young son, and that he wanted to be buried with them after his death.

It was precisely by taking advantage of this massive public opinion wave of "building a mausoleum for his beloved wife and keeping his love alive" that Lu Shi successfully completed its transformation and won the bidding project.

Subsequently, Lu Bingkun officially entered the mainland real estate industry, focusing on a high-end cemetery real estate concept of "auspicious land with good feng shui, bringing blessings to future generations".

Riding the wave of public attention following the tragic deaths of his wife and children, Lu Bingkun successfully entered the high-end funeral and real estate markets in mainland China.

Ultimately, he completed the final leap in the primitive accumulation of capital.

The Chen family is now just an empty shell.

The Lu family began from this point.

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"This thief is treacherous and cunning, utterly despicable!"

As Ah Yan spoke, she became so angry that she bit the effigy of Long Jianming's soul in her hand, tears streaming down her face:

"Slaying his wife and children, devouring his father-in-law's entire fortune, and using the blood and lives of his own relatives to pave his own path to power—there is no greater evil in the world than this!"

"I entered his dream to observe his mind. He had enjoyed a smooth life for half his life, with immense wealth and power, but he listened to the slander of a wicked Taoist priest and practiced evil and unorthodox arts!"

"The sorcerer told him that his wife, Chen Shulan, had a noble destiny and abundant blessings, and was born with a destiny to accumulate wealth and good fortune."

If Lu Bingkun wishes for lasting wealth and a smooth official career, he needs to use the bones of his first wife to create a wealth-gathering formation and use the remnant soul of his young son to subdue the evil spirits and stabilize his fortune.

In this way, Lu Bingkun can borrow the blessings of his closest relatives and change his fate against all odds!

Upon hearing this, Song Mo's face finally showed a strong change: "You mean—"

"Yes, after Chen Shulan died, Lu Bingkun took her bones to make a columbarium and used his own son as a ghost in an attempt to change his fate."

"No wonder he's obsessed with extending his life, believing that dungeons can save his life."

While listening, Song Mo searched for the policies and trends of the time when Lu Bingkun made his fortune.

—In this world, before she came to life, there were no "ghosts" in the true sense.

All metaphysical and Taoist practices, including raising ghosts and accumulating wealth, cannot possibly defy fate or change one's destiny.

really.

Seeing what she was looking for, Song Mo nodded knowingly:

"When Lu Bingkun's net worth skyrocketed, it coincided with the opening up of national policies, the support for the relocation of Hong Kong capital, and the nationwide real estate boom."

In those days, infrastructure construction was booming, and it was truly a land of opportunity.

It's no exaggeration to say that if you put a pig in Lu Bingkun's favorable wind position, it would take off.

Lu Bingkun holds Chen's resources in his hands, occupies the high ground in public opinion, and is sucking Chen Shulan's lifeblood dry—

He, however, felt that he was a man of great courage and skill.

They were simply greedy and vicious to the extreme.

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"If no one is going to bring up these old grievances, then we'll write them into the script and show everyone the 'karma and retribution' aspect of the underworld."

Song Mo raised his eyes, looked at A-Yan beside him who was still seething with anger, and spoke softly:

"Lu Bingkun's greed and malice make him the perfect writing material."

"He got off too easy!"

Ah Yan's hostility subsided slightly, but her face still showed resentment:

"May my master's pen strike him so hard that his soul will be scattered and he will meet a terrible end!"

"it is good."

After thinking for a moment, Song Mo raised his hand and began revising the details of the script.

[Draft 1: ...With the resurgence of spiritual energy, the long-dormant gates of hell have loosened, and some rogue underworld officials have escaped to the mortal realm...]

As the ink-wash characters fall, from a higher dimension, it seems as if invisible rules are quietly descending.

A sudden bolt of lightning struck above a bone tower under construction somewhere in the port city, followed by rain.

Those in lower dimensions, unaware of the higher dimensions at work, remain immersed in the illusory obsession with immortality.

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At the same moment, thousands of miles away.

The VIP intensive care unit in the top-floor detached building of Jiangcheng First People's Hospital.

Money and power have created a forbidden zone of life and death.