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

Although the black resentment was still there, the two ghosts seemed to have regained their senses.

Aside from their numerous scars and strange expressions, at first glance, they appear to be just ordinary siblings.

The two ghosts had exquisite features and were naturally beautiful, but their pupils were deathly white and their limbs were twisted at abnormal angles.

The two were wearing identical bright red cross-collar jackets and skirts. The jackets had a moon-white collar edge embroidered with delicate lotus patterns, and the bright red horse-face skirts had sharp, knife-like pleats.

Although they were a man and a woman, they were dressed and made up in women's clothing, and their long hair was styled into two separate buns.

A Zhu has more heroic features and a calm demeanor.

Ah Yan has gentle features and a delicate temperament.

If it weren't for that mole under her eye, even the closest people probably wouldn't be able to tell which one is the brother and which one is the sister.

……

"To be able to control these... hmm, they must be resentful things. Put them away; I don't like people messing up my house."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, the command was tentatively issued. The two vengeful ghosts trembled at the same time, and all the resentment in the sky dissipated.

"I'm asking you—"

Song Mo didn't summon the two ghosts; he was merely curious, asking, "Do you still remember what happened in the Hell of Slaughter?"

Upon hearing the words "Hell of Killing," both ghosts trembled simultaneously.

"I dare not... deceive my benefactor..."

The male ghost spoke very slowly, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time.

It tried hard to recall, but its mind was blank, containing only some fragmented, blurry pieces:

Scalding flames, a mountain of sharp knives, endless torture, and the never-ending wails of sinners in my ears.

"My lord, I cannot recall."

The male ghost shook his head, his voice as rough as tree bark.

"The sinners only remember that it was very dark, very painful, and very hot... It felt like a very, very long time had passed... I don't know how many years have passed, and I've almost forgotten why we were punished."

"The sinner remembers some..."

Ah Yan, standing to the side, kept her head down and spoke softly. She didn't look like a vengeful ghost, but rather like an ordinary girl.

"Just now, Yinshan trembled, and the Hell of Slaughter cracked open, as if a giant pen was emerging from the crack."

The brush was made of ink, with golden ink dripping from its tip...

Then countless words fell from the pen, binding us... Our benefactor... broke our chains and snatched us from the clutches of those chained demons.

Even now, she still can't believe that she has really escaped from an endless hell.

"We know that it must have been done by our benefactor."

Azhu's head was almost pressed against the back of her hand, her tone full of submissiveness:

"For four hundred years, the sinful siblings believed they would never have a chance to escape."

His body trembled slightly, and he dared not be negligent in the slightest.

"By the grace of the Lord, my brother and I have been brought out of the boundless hell, our shackles have been broken, and our suffering has been relieved. This grace and virtue is like a second birth."

"The sinful brother and sister are willing to be slaves for eternity, serving their benefactor. They will go through fire and water, and lay bare their hearts and souls, without hesitation."

Ah Yan, standing to the side, cautiously raised her head, her eyes filled with affection for her child:

"If you have a disloyal heart, may you be punished by heaven and earth, your soul and spirit be destroyed, and you never be reborn."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, it was recognized that the two ghosts were performing the most solemn prostration ceremony of the Ming Dynasty.

Keep your upper body straight, then slowly bend down, placing your palms facing up on either side of your head.

This is the highest form of courtesy a servant can show to their master, representing complete submission and absolute loyalty.

But she was thinking about something else entirely.

A giant ink brushstroke, black characters.

Isn't that the system?

Could this "material" really be something the system retrieved from hell?

So hell really exists in this world, and gods and ghosts really do exist.

The Taoist priests of Longhu Mountain, the killing hell of Yin Mountain, and those ghost messengers in the character background... could they all really exist?

If the system can truly steal souls from hell, then what is its origin?

She racked her brains but couldn't figure out what could be so powerful—using hell as a reward for drawing cards.

Countless questions churned in Song Mo's mind.

……

……

Neither of the two ghosts heard Song Mo's voice, and they remained silent, not daring to make the slightest move.

A Zhu lay on the ground, her ecstatic joy at returning to the human world intertwined with an overwhelming hatred that wanted to kill. As a vengeful ghost, even after being tortured in hell for four hundred years, she had never forgotten her hatred.

If it weren't for their benefactor, he and Ayan would have found the reincarnation of the Shen family immediately, skinned him alive, and tortured him in every way possible to quell the resentment in their hearts.

Ah Yan, standing to the side, was even more focused, not daring to relax for a moment.

How could such a childish brother and sister possibly comprehend the might of God?

The Taoist priest said that the two demons had killed 119 people, including dozens of innocent ones, and therefore their sins were grave. They would have to suffer in the Killing Hell for 10,000 years before they could be reincarnated.

Ten thousand years.

It's only been four hundred years, and she's already almost forgotten what the human world looks like.

……

The torment of killing in hell.

Every day, two ghosts climb mountains of knives and descend into seas of fire, their souls placed within them. Their skin is slashed open by the knives, and their bones are then immersed in lava and tormented.

Day after day, without stopping.

If they are negligent in the slightest, ghost messengers will wield mourning sticks and strike their souls, making them wish they were dead.

The two ghosts never believed in gods or Buddhas.

When they were burned to death, they cursed every god and Buddha in the heavens.

But now, they'll believe anything.

—I would be willing to endure anything, even if it meant my soul was scattered and I could never be reincarnated, as long as this suffering could end.

But the gods and Buddhas did not hear it.

That day, the underworld messenger's whip lashed across Ah Yan's back, leaving a deep, bloody welt that tore up half of her flesh.

"What are you dawdling for!"

The underworld official cursed viciously, his soul-reaping rope swishing loudly as he swung it. "Time to climb the mountain of knives! If you're late, I'll throw you into a vat of boiling oil!"

The two demons, in pain, had no choice but to drag the heavy chains, step by step, toward the mountain of knives.

The iron bed beneath his feet was so hot it made his soul smoke; with each step, his bones seemed to melt away.

The two ghosts thought it was another hopeless day, but a sudden and dramatic change occurred in the next second:

"BOOM—!!!"

A deafening roar came from the depths of Yinshan Mountain.

The entire hell of killing was shaking, the iron bed beneath their feet overturned, a corner of the mountain of knives collapsed with a crash, and countless sharp blades rolled down.

The underworld messengers lost their footing, staggering and falling, their whips and soul-reaping ropes scattering all over the ground.

"What's going on?!"

"An earthquake?!"

"How could Yinshan Mountain shake! Yinshan Mountain hasn't moved in tens of thousands of years!"

The underworld officials screamed in panic, their faces showing fear they had never seen before.

Azhu and Ayan also fell to the ground and hugged each other tightly.

The sky, which was originally pitch black, suddenly cracked open with a golden rift!

Golden light shone through the cracks, spilling into the cold hell.

The Yin General, whose figure closely resembled a bull demon, rushed over. He trembled all over at just one glance, and almost dropped the token in his hand.

"Quickly! Go and report to Yama, the King of Hell!"

The Yin General shouted, "Mount Yin is shaking, and hell is cracking! This is... this is a powerful being descending upon us!"

"A powerful being?"

"My lord, what powerful force could shake Mount Yin?"

"Who but a saint could possess such power!"

"Immediately seal off the Hell of Slaughter! No sinful souls are allowed to approach! If we disturb the powerful being, ten of our heads won't be enough to chop off!"

The ghostly soldiers immediately sprang into action, crossing their long spears and forming a circle to block the sinful souls inside.

Azhu and Ayan knelt obediently on the ground.

What is the relationship between the powerful beings and them?

These two sinful and vengeful ghosts, even if a saint were to appear here, would probably be annihilated with just a glance.

But no one expected that the crack would grow wider and wider, the golden light would become brighter and brighter, and countless golden characters would pour out from the crack...

They looked like golden carp swimming in the sky.

A gentle voice echoed deep within the souls of all the ghosts.

Countless fluttering ink characters fell from the void, eventually converging to form a giant hand made of solidified ink.

That hand was enormous, so large it blotted out the sky, as if it could hold the entire hell of killing in its grasp.

Then all the ghosts heard it, and He said:

[Confirmed modification.]

……

……

Wow, my system is amazing!

Sun Wukong simply altered the Book of Life and Death back then.

You're going straight into hellish card draws right from the start!

Song Mo listened expressionlessly to the two vengeful ghosts' narration, then, after a moment's thought, summoned them to their feet.

"Don't call yourself a 'sinful slave' anymore, it sounds awkward. Just call me Song Mo."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two ghosts' expressions changed instantly, their souls became somewhat unstable, and black malevolent energy surged out uncontrollably.

The two ghosts lay down again, their foreheads pressed tightly to the ground:

"This sinful slave dares not!"

A'Zhu said urgently, "Our benefactor is the second parent of us sinful siblings, and the master of us sinful siblings. How dare we address our benefactor by his name? We beg our benefactor to retract his order!"

"We beg Your Majesty to rescind your decision!"

Ah Yan's voice trembled with tears as she added, "If my brother and I, the sinful slaves, are disrespectful and displease our benefactor, we will immediately take our own lives here!"

"That's not what I meant—since you're ghosts anyway, you should eat incense and paper money, right..."

Song Mo clicked his tongue in exasperation, but then noticed the two vengeful ghosts shudder again, and abandoned the idea.

"Alright... Listen carefully, there's something I need you to do now."

The two vengeful ghosts looked up expectantly, their faces streaming with tears of blood.

"Bring back more low-level material, then filter it within this area and other areas to find suitable material... I'll send the selection criteria to you on my phone in a bit..."

At this point, Song Mo paused for a moment, seriously considering the feasibility of equipping the two Ming Dynasty ghosts with mobile phones:

"Never mind, let's go collect the basic materials first, and I'll teach you the rest slowly later."

Without my permission, you are not allowed to injure anyone, kill anyone, or reveal yourself to others.

She counted on her fingers one by one, her tone completely calm.

The two vengeful ghosts naturally had no objection, and obeyed the order, slowly sinking to the ground and disappearing from the room.

After a long while, Song Mo slumped into his chair and slowly uttered a few words:

"...Oh ho."

It seems she's in trouble.

We're in big trouble.

This is so interesting!