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

The room smelled incredibly sweet.

The aromas of citrus and jasmine blend together, gushing from the corner atomizer and slowly settling onto the skin.

The indoor temperature was just right, and the lighting was specially adjusted to a warm yellow tone, making the whole room feel as comfortable and soft as if it were soaking in honey.

This is a private beauty salon in Mid-Levels, Hong Kong Island.

The beauty salon does not display a sign and does not accept individual customers; it is only open to a very small number of VIC members.

To gain access to this high-end club, one must not only be wealthy and influential, but also have recommendation letters from at least three long-time members.

It can be said that those who can get in are either very rich or very powerful, and have amazing connections.

Here, "money" is not the most important thing.

……

Chen Shulan lay on the beauty bed, covered with a beige cashmere blanket, and with a dark gray face mask on her face.

The face mask was thin and stuck tightly to her cheeks, nose, and chin, leaving only her lips painted with dark red lipstick exposed.

She didn't look at her phone or read a book.

She lay there like that, like a dead person, yet she was clearly "alive".

A small brass table sits beside the bed, on which are three plates of exquisite Hong Kong-style dim sum. They are all served in white porcelain dishes, which are turned upside down on the plates. Each plate of dim sum is also adorned with a thin stick of incense.

Next to her was a glass of red wine, the name of which Chen Shulan herself did not know.

Snacks were also placed in the corner, out of sight of ordinary people. Little devils would secretly pick up a snack, stuff it into their mouths, and run away.

Chen Shulan pretended not to see it.

It's been almost two months since she came out of the dungeon. She walks around the city where she was born and raised, and sometimes she almost forgets that she is dead.

"Knock knock knock..."

When a staff member knocked on the door, Chen Shulan responded with an almost inaudible "Come in," and only then did she dare to push the door open halfway.

The girl who came in was in her early twenties, wearing a light gray suit, her hair neatly styled in a bun, and a small champagne-colored rose pinned to her cuff.

She was pushing a food delivery cart with freshly brewed herbal tea and several hot towels on it.

Upon seeing Chen Shulan's semi-transparent ghostly figure, the waiter didn't even lift his eyelids, but merely bowed slightly and asked in a gentle voice:

"Ms. Chen, is there anything else you need? Or are you satisfied with the service we provided today?"

His tone was steady, his smile perfect, as if the person lying on the bed was just an ordinary guest.

"fine."

Chen Shulan didn't open her eyes. She stretched out a hand, casually reached around the pillow, took out a gold ingot, and tossed it without even looking at it. The gold ingot tumbled a few times in mid-air before landing squarely on the food delivery cart with a "clang".

The gold gleamed under the light.

"Tip, you can go now."

Even the most composed staff member paused for a moment, their cheeks flushing with excitement.

The gold items that came out of the dungeon were not ordinary gold; each piece weighed fifty grams and was of extremely high purity.

Even based on the gold price in Hong Kong, it would be at least fifty or sixty thousand. If sold to those who recycle dungeon items, the price would be several times higher.

She has worked here for three years and earns a decent salary, but she has never seen anyone casually tip dungeon items.

"Thank you, Ms. Chen!"

The staff member then quietly withdrew, closed the door, and there was no more sound.

Chen Shulan still didn't open her eyes. Just then, her phone rang.

The female ghost, who was enjoying the life of a living person, tilted her head slightly, her eyelids still closed, and only hummed in response.

Suddenly, the glass on the wall, which had looked like an ordinary mirror, lit up, and the entire wall turned into a giant screen.

On the screen was a huge high-rise conference room.

A row of extremely thin light tubes hung from the ceiling, casting a white light that made the marble tabletop gleam coldly. Behind the long table, which could accommodate twenty people, was a huge glass wall.

Outside the glass is the entire port city's night view.

Some people were sitting at the table, some were standing, and in the very center sat a young woman.

She wore a well-tailored dark suit, her face had a blend of Asian and European features, and she was exceptionally tall.

Evelyn Chan.

Her gaze lingered on a pile of documents and the people in the meeting room for a moment before she looked up and faced Chen Shulan on the screen.

Then, she looked towards the screen and called out:

"Great-grandmother."

The sound wasn't loud, but everyone in that conference room who had been whispering, flipping through documents, or even tapping their fingers on the table fell silent at the same time.

The expressions on the faces of the dozen or so attendees, of varying ages and all dressed smartly, changed from impatience to something else entirely.

Fear etched into one's bones.

If someone opens the Lingjing APP right now and searches for the number C-0783-11, they will see the wanted poster for "player Chen Shulan".

—A vengeful ghost suspected of killing more than a dozen members of the Lu family.

Everyone's lips trembled, and their gazes simultaneously turned to Evelyn, then followed Evelyn's gaze to the huge screen.

On the screen, Chen Shulan was half-lying on the beauty bed, her face mask wrinkled.

She didn't look at the camera or say anything; she simply slid one hand down from her forehead and placed it at her side.

Her posture was so casual, as if she truly regarded this shareholders' meeting as a pre-sleep entertainment.

But it was very quiet; no one dared to speak.

They were terrified of becoming the next member of the Lu family.

……

……

Ignoring the horrified or incredulous looks from the other women, Evelyn looked at the screen and carefully chose her words:

"Great-Grandma, the issue of the inheritance rights of the Lu family has been resolved."

Your maternal grandmother—that is, your daughter Chen Jianhua—passed away seven days ago. Her will has completed all notarization procedures.

All of Ms. Chen Jianhua's estate, including 73% of the shares of the Lushi Group, six properties, seven offshore trusts, and the Lushi private collection, will be inherited by you.

I will arrange for my legal team to finalize things with you later.

Evelyn paused for a moment: "The Lu family will also consider changing its name back to the Chen Group in the future."

Chen Shulan on the screen didn't respond; she didn't even change her posture.

After a few seconds, she gave a very soft "oh".

"I understand." Chen Shulan's tone was light and indifferent, as if she were uninterested in anything else in the world. "Is there anything else?"

Evelyn's smile froze for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and flashed that flawless smile again.

She knew that Chen Shulan didn't respect her as her great-granddaughter, but the fact that the other party answered the phone was enough to prove something.

Some of the shareholders in the meeting room were outwardly respectful, but behind her back they were constantly trying to trip up Evelyn.

This phone call today was made to show the Lu family.

A female ghost capable of slaughtering over a dozen heirs of the Lu family, a vengeful spirit who doesn't even care about being wanted by the Special Investigation Bureau—

They are the best targets for leveraging.

As for Chen Shulan seeing through her tricks, Evelyn was not afraid.

Evelyn said, "That's all, Great-Grandma. You get some rest, I'll take care of the rest."

Her voice was still so gentle. Chen Shulan on the screen didn't reply, but just raised her hand and waved it casually. The screen then went dark with a "snap," turning back into an ordinary mirror.

Evelyn slowly put down the microphone and glanced at the people present.

Those shareholders who were just moments ago harboring their own thoughts now looked as if they had just been dragged out of an ice cellar.

Some people had sweat all over their foreheads, some had pale lips, and some had trembling fingers.

"Everyone, let's continue."

Evelyn smiled and said that from that moment on, no one dared to interrupt her.

……

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In the fragrant room of the beauty salon, Chen Shulan slowly peeled off the face mask.

Her daughter, Chen Jianhua, died.

Her last surviving child was also lost.

Chen Shulan felt as if a piece of her heart had been ripped out—she didn't know why, but she couldn't leave China. Even if she boarded a plane bound for America, she would quickly return to where she started after takeoff.

So she could only stand in front of the camera and be told by others:

The woman lying in the hospital bed, so old that her features were almost unrecognizable, was her eldest daughter, Chen Jianhua.

In her memory, her daughter was a little girl with two pigtails who liked to follow behind her and call out "Mommy".

How did it all turn into that withered old man on the bed, covered in tubes?

Chen Shulan almost went crazy.

"Snapped!"

Seemingly affected by her emotions, the wine glass on the table suddenly shattered.

Chen Shulan lowered her head, looking at the spilled red wine on the floor. Only one thing remained in her mind:

She wants her children back.

Regardless of who they were reincarnated as, or where they are now.

Even if only a wisp of her soul remains, she will find them.

She wanted to see for herself what they looked like now, whether they were doing well, and whether they were being bullied.

She didn't want them to become ghosts, nor did she want them to suffer.

Therefore, Chen Shulan wanted to climb the social ladder.

She would crawl into the underworld, into the offices that could write laws, determine punishments, and investigate reincarnation—she wanted to stand high enough that no one could use her child to blackmail her anymore.

She wanted to witness the completion of the new underworld laws and ensure that every word written within would not become a noose around her neck.

Anyone can become her stepping stone on this path.

Evelyn is fine, the Lu family is fine, any living person, dead person, ghost messenger, or monster in this world is fine.

Chen Shulan slowly opened her hands, and the system notification box floated in her field of vision, visible only to her:

Main Quest: Find the Person. (Long-term quest)

[Task Description: With the establishment of the Underworld, the balance between Yin and Yang is in turmoil. The "Laws of Fengdu" urgently need revision and rewriting. We are seeking talented individuals to compile these laws.]

[Quest Reward: Random Class Card *1]

Chen Shulan stared at the system text for a long while before speaking softly:

"Jianhua, Mom knows where you are. Let Mom climb a little higher, just a little bit... wait for me."

She wants to amend the law!

She wants to participate in revising the new law!

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[Spectral Creature No. 006: Unnamed.]

Inside the rented room, Song Mo scratched his head in front of the huge animal phantom in front of him, while the clock on the wall had just passed midnight.

"It's too late! The deadline is fast approaching!!"

"I haven't finished creating my underworld yet!!"

"Oh no!! Don't open the skylight during the Ghost Festival!!"