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

After Ayan and Azhu entered the instance, Song Mo went to the Shen family, but did not attend the memorial service.

According to Shen Nanshan's last wishes, his family did not hold a memorial service for him, but instead laid his body to rest in the community for seven days, following old customs.

Many people came to pay their respects, including relatives dressed in plain clothes, middle-aged people who looked like community officials, and colleagues of children and grandchildren.

Family members, wearing white flowers pinned to their chests, greeted and saw off guests on both sides of the main gate. Song Mo went around into the side alley and went straight upstairs according to the address given by Shen Nanshan.

The person who opened the door was Shen Nanshan's great-granddaughter, whom I had met in the hospital room that day.

"You're not the one from that day... How did you know my address? Wasn't the case closed?"

When she saw Song Mo, she looked somewhat surprised. His eyes were swollen like peaches, indicating that he had been crying.

"I'm passing on a message from Grandpa Shen. He said he passed the exam to become the City God and will be serving as the City God in Nanjing."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, the official statement was straightforward: "Please accept my condolences."

"Please come in and have a seat. The house has been quite a mess these past few days, please excuse the mess."

The girl swayed slightly, opened the door a little, and invited Song Mo in.

The room was very quiet.

The living room was small, with a dark wooden table against the wall and a small incense burner on it.

A black-and-white old photo of Shen Nanshan hangs on the wall.

It must have been taken when he was young, still wearing a military uniform. In front of the photo is a bowl of white rice and several plates of cold dishes.

"Thank you. I don't know if it's true, but thank you for passing on the message."

The girl poured Song Mo a glass of warm water, placed it in front of her, and then hesitantly said:

"My great-grandfather passed away peacefully. My aunt said he was smiling when he left."

Actually, someone in our family dreamed about it yesterday...

As she spoke, her voice lowered, and she seemed a little scared.

"What did you dream about?" Song Mo asked.

"I dreamt of several... ghosts whose faces I couldn't see clearly, standing outside the door, bowing and offering their congratulations."

The ghosts were strangely shaped; some had horns, some had unusually large feet, and some had crooked mouths. They said, "Shen Gong has become the City God, and we have come to offer our congratulations."

The next morning, when my aunt woke up, there were lots of stones and mushrooms in front of our house. She was so scared that she didn't dare to sleep all night, and we haven't turned off the lights in our house for the past few days.

"Did you dream about it again afterward?"

After thinking for a moment, Song Mo guessed:

"It must be the local ghosts. They are well-informed and knew that Grandpa Shen had gained status, so they came to curry favor with him in advance."

Don't worry, they can't get in. I just checked, there are no ghosts in your house.

The girl quickly looked around, her gaze finally settling on the portrait, and whispered:

"And then what? Will they come back?"

"They won't come back. Wild ghosts are cowardly; they'll disperse once the excitement is over."

If you're really worried, buy some glutinous rice, report it to the Special Investigation Bureau, hang up Grandpa Shen's photo regularly, and offer incense every few days.

The wandering spirits would avoid the City God's family members when they saw them.

To comfort the girl, Song Mo subtly tapped his finger, causing invisible characters to fall and sweep away the shadows and wandering spirits hiding outside the door.

The girl looked blank and somewhat haggard.

"Miss Song, since there are laws of the City God in the underworld, do the laws of the mortal world still apply?"

Will those who commit evil deeds while alive but never get caught be punished in the underworld after they die?

She asked the question very seriously, but Song Mo did not answer immediately.

—The distinction between Yin and Yang makes the matter of laws inherently complex.

Moreover, the laws of the underworld are not simply copied from those of the living world; human relationships, cause and effect, reincarnation, and the repayment of debts are all different.

She originally planned that after the Ghost Festival, she would have the city gods of various places select suitable ghosts from the real world to compile new laws for the underworld.

This isn't something that happened overnight.

……

"The laws of the living govern the affairs of the living."

While pondering, Song Mo replied: "Personally, I believe that although Yin and Yang are separate, they are closely connected and interdependent."

Some crimes, even if judged in the mortal realm, do not mean that they will not be punished again in the underworld.

Real-world laws emphasize "fairness and justice," while the laws of the underworld may place greater emphasis on "cause and effect."

"cause and effect?"

The girl seemed to understand but not quite.

"Yes, for example, someone commits murder in the mortal world, and the court, after careful consideration, sentences them to death, but that person hasn't finished serving their sentence in the underworld yet..."

For example, if someone steals money in the mortal world, the court will calculate the amount based on the amount stolen. However, the family where the money was stolen may have a sick person, and because of this money, the patient may have missed the best time for treatment.

"So this thief, after serving his sentence in the mortal world, will also receive additional punishment after death..."

At this point, Song Mo had a new idea. Since she had already conveyed the message, she didn't need to stay any longer.

The girl wanted to walk her downstairs, but Song Mo stopped her.

"There are too many people at the mourning hall, I'll just go through the side door myself."

"Miss Song, once I'm done with this, I will definitely treat you to a meal. Thank you so much."

The girl insisted on seeing Song Mo to the bottom of the stairs, standing and watching her walk down step by step. Song Mo waved goodbye to her with her back turned.

……

……

As Song walked out of the alley, a wind picked up, causing the white curtains on the canopy to flutter and the paper wreaths and flowers to rustle.

Several people who came to offer their condolences were standing under the shed talking.

As Song Mo passed by the group, he glanced down at his phone.

Players are requested to complete the dungeon registration and update their information as soon as possible.

—It was sent by the Special Investigation Bureau, reminding Song Mo to complete the copy registration as soon as possible.

She then remembered. The Lingjing APP had indeed urged her many times.

Her player information, publicly disclosed, shows that she has participated in two dungeons since becoming a player:

"Taiping Cemetery" and "Wishing Live Broadcast Room".

The Lingjing APP has a rule that registered players need to regularly register their dungeon information to verify their identity and prevent malicious incidents.

Before she had finished reading "The End of the Song Dynasty," she heard someone calling her name.

"Late Song Dynasty!"

She looked up and saw Yu Songmian and Qian Fang standing at the intersection waving at her.

Both of them were dressed in black today, and it seemed they had just finished paying their respects.

"What are you doing here?"

Yu Songmian jogged a few steps: "I thought you weren't coming!"

I went to his house and sat there for a while.

Song Mo didn't mention that Shen Nanshan had asked her to deliver a message, but Qian Fang stood up naturally, as if the three of them had known each other for a long time:

"We thought you would go to the funeral hall; we were just looking for you there."

"I don't really like crowded places," Song Mo added, and Yu Songmian didn't press further.

Instead, Qian Fang adjusted his glasses and asked, "By the way, we're going to the Special Investigation Bureau to register for a copy of our documents. Do you want to come along?"

"Not yet," Song Mo said.

"That's perfect, let's go together."

Yu Songmian happily hugged her arm:

"This is our first time registering. We heard that the hall is very impressive, like a government service center, and you can also check out the bounty missions while you're there."

Song Mo awkwardly withdrew his arm. "Let's go then."

She's still a little unaccustomed to interacting with living people.

Have you heard about something that happened a while ago?

Qian Fang glanced at Song Mo and suddenly added, "A lone player was murdered. I heard the murderer was also a player who stole the victim's items and points. He hasn't been caught yet."

"Oh yeah, Song Mo, you live alone too!"

Yu Songmian looked at her with some concern, but Song Mo didn't react much:

Isn't this just a player with a red name in the game?

If you were to "unluckily" stumble upon it—who knows who would be the one to cry?