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

The entire ward floor is booked by the Lu family year-round and has its own elevator and security.

Even the medical care and disinfection systems, as well as the oxygen and power supply, are independent of those in the general wards.

The ward is protected by multiple layers of security and is under 24-hour surveillance.

Without Bingkun's personal permission, not even a member of the Lu family could step into the ward.

Lu Bingkun was practically etched with the word "suspicious" into his very bones.

Even if his life hangs by a thread, he will never allow anyone to overstep their bounds.

If Song Mo were here, he would definitely criticize without reservation:

He's really treating himself like an emperor.

The Qing Dynasty is long gone, wake up!

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In the room, besides the people from the Lu family, there were two private VIP nurses on 24-hour shifts, and two Special Investigations Bureau agents in standard uniforms.

Previously, in order to seize the opportunity to enter the Taiping Cemetery instance, Lu Bingkun forcibly broke through the checkpoint, disrupted public order, and clashed with Special Investigation Bureau personnel on duty.

But the Special Investigation Bureau was genuinely afraid that Lu Bingkun would actually die in prison.

At that time, Chen Xi will also be implicated.

So, wanting to kill the rat but afraid of damaging the jade bottle, Sun Zhao had no choice but to reluctantly agree to grant him medical parole.

Although Lu Bingkun is temporarily exempted from detention, he must be closely monitored by special investigation personnel around the clock.

At the same time, restrictions were placed on their departure from the country and the transfer of large sums of assets, pending further processing.

Otherwise, given Lu Bingkun's wealth and status, he could easily return to his own top-tier mansion to recuperate.

After all, his self-built private medical team has equipment, medicines, and medical care that far surpasses the level of a regular VIP ward in a supermarket, making it a more suitable place for recuperation than a hospital.

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The night was deep and the ward was deathly silent.

Inside the extra-large, top-tier intensive care unit, a full set of imported, top-of-the-line intensive care equipment is arranged around the bed.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

The screen flashed blue light, and countless incomprehensible parameters kept changing.

In the sterile ward with constant temperature and humidity, expensive drugs such as special painkillers and immune nutrient solutions were continuously injected into Lu Bingkun's body.

But he wasn't sick.

He's just getting old.

The body gradually decays and withers, and bodily functions slowly decline.

Unless a god descends to earth, there is absolutely no hope.

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"...Where is the thing?"

Lying half-reclined on his hospital bed, Lu Bingkun looked emaciated.

"Bring it here."

He looked like a living ghost at that moment.

His skin was dry and loose, his eyes were sunken, and his breathing was weak, as if he would die at any moment.

His eyes were full of resentment.

Starting from scratch, every step was fraught with bloodshed.

He climbed to the top by stepping over countless corpses; he outlived his rivals and devoured the Chen family's fortune.

He schemed his whole life, finally gaining this eternal wealth and immense power.

With his glory and fortune still intact, and his business empire still standing, why should he die?

Why should Lu Bingkun be confined to the lifespan of an ordinary person?

Why can't money and power buy him a chance to survive?

Why can't he go into the dungeon and try his luck?

The Lu family's lawyer and secretary were also standing in the room.

Upon hearing Lu Bingkun speak, a bodyguard quickly brought over a safe and opened it in front of everyone.

The box was opened, and inside was a box of rouge that looked rather dull.

【Rouge Mud (Copper): Dark black soft mud, mostly found in places where water ghosts dwell.

Use directly to stop bleeding and slowly restore health (50% restored over 30 seconds), but will inflict the "Cold and Wet" status, reducing movement speed by 10%.

A hint of joy appeared in Lu Bingkun's eyes.

Spiritual energy has revived, and the dungeon has reappeared.

Although the authorities have strictly controlled all supernatural items and prohibited private hoarding and monopolization by the powerful and wealthy.

But wealth can influence the gods, and power can override the law.

The Lu family has a vast and powerful background, with connections spanning both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

For Lu Bingkun, spending eight million to buy a life-extending item was an extremely worthwhile investment.

After all, the nutritional injections he usually receives cost more than eight million per injection.

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The lawyer and secretary on the side seemed to be used to it, and brought over the rouge clay, carefully applying it to Lu Bingkun's skin.

Lu Bingkun immediately revealed an expression of infatuation and enjoyment.

Each time he used it, the pain all over his body seemed to disappear.

In that instant, it was as if he were once again the powerful and energetic Lu Bingkun.

But this feeling was only fleeting.

Lu Bingkun's expression darkened again as he squinted, enduring the "damp and cold" feeling brought on by the props.

"This is...this is amazing..."

Each time the props worked, it drove him even more mad and obsessed with supernatural powers.

"Continue...acquiring game items on the market."

Lu Bingkun showed no sign of grief over the death of his son; his Adam's apple bobbed.

"No matter the cost... no matter how strict the official control is, black market, private players, underground channels... in short, regardless of the cost or the quantity... we will buy up all kinds of life-extending supernatural items without limit."

"The Lu family has plenty of money and assets. They'll give it all to save my life... I'm willing. If I die, everything will be for nothing."

How could he be willing to accept this?

He must live! He wants to live!

The personal secretary immediately responded in a low voice, "Yes, Chairman."

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Outside the ward, the entire corridor was brightly lit.

Apart from Lu Jianming, who died in the game, and Chen Jianhua, who went abroad in his early years, almost all the Lu family members gathered here.

Lu Bingkun was a womanizer throughout his life, having numerous mistresses in addition to his second and third wives.

Therefore, he has nine legally registered children, and countless illegitimate children born overseas.

At this moment, all the adult children, daughters-in-law, sons-in-law, grandchildren, and descendants are gathered in the 100-meter-long corridor.

The group of people were all dressed solemnly, with sorrowful expressions on their faces.

Some people sobbed softly, while others frowned deeply.

Some people were whispering to each other, while others looked worried.

Some people stayed up all night, refusing to leave, weeping for their "unfortunate" elder brother who had passed away and their dying father.

But as his thoughts shifted and his gaze shifted, he was filled with defensiveness and calculation.

Everyone knew the truth:

Everyone was stationed here for two reasons: to wait for Lu Bingkun to pass away and to prevent him from making a will.

They wished Lu Bingkun would die immediately, preferably on the spot.

With such a vast fortune, group equity, domestic and overseas real estate, overseas assets, and supply chain resources, they can immediately divide it up and each take what they need.

But the Lu family was most afraid of Lu Bingkun dying.

Because the cunning and shrewd Lu Bingkun has not yet made a will.

It was as if he had been in control of everything his whole life, and even on his deathbed, he still wanted to control all his children and refused to relinquish power.

And so, a group of close relatives staged an absurd and hypocritical farce in this corridor.

I wish he were dead, yet I also fear he would die soon.

We hope he will delegate power, but we also fear that he will delegate power in a disorderly manner.

Factional rivalries and covert power struggles.

They are wary of each other and sabotage each other.

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"...It's all like me...good things, bad things...as long as I don't die, they can forget about it..."

Inside the ward, Lu Bingkun sneered. He could guess everyone's reaction without even needing his secretary to report.

"These useless... idiots... the Lu family, once I fall... the reckoning... they can't withstand it..."

And...that good-for-nothing, Lu Jianming.

He cursed in a low voice, his breath weak, but his hatred remained undiminished:

"A tremendous opportunity, given to him... he's useless, he deserves to die..."

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the ward door.

The personal secretary immediately stepped forward and quietly contacted the security personnel outside the door.

After listening to the report, he bowed his head, leaned close to Lu Bingkun's ear, and whispered his report:

"Chairman, the matter you asked me to investigate has been completed."

A special messenger from the port city urgently relayed the news that the entire inspection of Madam Chen's tomb had been completed.

The main body of the mausoleum is intact, the cement seal is undamaged, the talisman lime has not scattered, the copper coin sword building is unharmed, and the statues are enshrined as usual.

The master said the formation was operating stably without any abnormalities.

"As for this year's memorial service, the master has already made preparations in advance."

These words acted like a reassurance, instantly calming Lu Bingkun's mind.

—These past few days, for some reason, he keeps dreaming of Lu Jianming with his neck crooked, shouting for help, and he also dreams of old things in Fujian.

Lu Bingkun considers his past experience with the Chen family a disgrace, so he forbids others from mentioning it.

Even he himself rarely thinks about it.

Chen Shulan's features were already blurred, but Lu Bingkun was still somewhat uneasy. He took a breath and slowly said:

"Notify the port city... to allocate an additional 20 million in special funds."

"For this year's Water and Land Dharma Assembly, we must, we must ask our master to chant for forty-nine days."

"I urge Master Zhang to stabilize the formation, eliminate all retribution, and ensure my safety... to help me get through this calamity safely."

The lawyer nodded, clearly already knowing.

Then, he opened a high-definition aerial panoramic video on his phone and showed it to Lu Bingkun.

Lu Bingkun mustered his strength and personally inspected the items.

On the screen, in a famous mountain in the port city with auspicious feng shui, a magnificent and luxurious double tomb stands quietly.

Its exterior is extremely magnificent:

The white marble fence, gilded inscriptions, calligraphy by famous figures, stone beasts guarding the area, and greenery all contribute to a deep sense of mourning.

The inscription on the tombstone, "Tomb of my beloved wife Chen Shulan and my beloved son Chen Jialin," gleamed in the rain.

Although the layout is grand, a closer look reveals some subtle discrepancies.

The entire mausoleum is topped with reinforced concrete!

The area around the tomb is covered with quicklime under the floor tiles.

About 100 meters away on either side of the mausoleum, two super-tall office buildings rise from the ground, shaped like copper coins and swords.

There are four more temples with statues of gods on the surrounding hills.

This is hardly a tomb for mourning a deceased wife and remembering a young child.

It's clearly a soul-suppressing ritual.

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After confirming the news, Lu Bingkun finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a moment of peace in his heart.

He was only eighty-seven years old.

He will not die unless he dies.

In short, science and medicine couldn't save him, but the supernatural could.

Dungeons, spiritual energy, the supernatural, unknown powers... these are his only means of survival right now.

Lu Bingkun lowered his eyes, his eyelids drooping, as if he were asleep.

The lawyer and secretary then quietly left.

For a moment, only the sound of the instruments could be heard in the room.

The night grew deeper.

It wasn't until 11 p.m. that the entire hospital building became completely quiet.

The ticking sound of the instruments was amplified infinitely, the "beep beep beep" echoing in the empty ward, sounding particularly monotonous and eerie.

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Lu Bingkun leaned against the headboard, wide awake.

The shadow of death loomed heavily over us.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a sound.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

The sound was both distant and near, like heavy shackles scraping on the ground, or like someone slowly walking along the ground, dragging chains.

Lu Bingkun suddenly opened his eyes wide and listened carefully.

He heard a faint sound of crying, and his heart skipped a beat. He immediately urged the caregiver to go downstairs to check.

A little while later, the caregiver returned with a grim expression and stammered to tell Lu Bingkun that someone downstairs had passed away.

Lu Bingkun's face suddenly turned pale, and he cursed:

"You son of a bitch! Who are you?! Call the master, no, call the Special Investigations Bureau! Call them here!"

—In his fear, he was able to utter a whole sentence in one breath.

It's simply a medical miracle.