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

……

……

After leaving the copy, Song Mo put away the [Book of Life and Death (fragment)].

Obtaining props from your own created script is quite an interesting experience.

It's like "opening blind boxes".

When others open blind boxes, they don't know what's inside because the boxes are made by someone else.

The blind boxes she opened were set up by herself, and what she got was entirely up to chance.

When Song Mo was writing the "Fox in the Orchid Garden" story, he only wrote a general framework and two quest lines.

The main plot revolves around a scholar whose delusions and suspicions give rise to a demon that harms a fox, illustrating how insatiable human nature can be more venomous than any demon.

The underlying plot involves the scholar's ancestor stealing the Book of Life and Death, attempting to rewrite the fate of mortals.

But Song Mo never expected that the Book of Life and Death could actually be drawn!

Some characters she didn't write about will appear on their own, and some causes and effects she didn't set will be filled in on their own.

Even hidden subplots she hadn't considered might be tucked away in a casually written line of dialogue.

"If there's enough screenwriting talent in the future, could we write a 'Peach Banquet'? Would we actually be able to get peach seeds?"

The idea was quickly rejected by Song Mo as soon as it came up—the scriptwriters didn't have enough ideas.

Forget about the Peach Banquet, even the Eighteen Levels of Hell is just a concept draft right now.

Those macro-level settings were still floating in her consciousness, and she urgently needed to gradually fill in the gaps in her life.

With a lot of points, screenwriter Song started trying acupressure again.

[Repair acupoints: Sishencong, Dangyang, Yuyao, Taiyang, Erjian, Qiuhou, consuming 15300 scriptwriting points.]

[Current acupoint repair progress: 0.03%]

Maximum Health +600

[Resurrection Progress: 0.0002%]

[Current Scriptwriting Points: 90000]

……

"Aside from the increased health points, nothing else has changed. This thing is like an insatiable glutton; when will it ever revive?"

Song Mo activated six acupoints in one go, but felt nothing at all.

There was none of the "body heat" or "numbness" experienced when one's meridians were opened, as depicted in martial arts novels; there wasn't even any improvement in hearing or sight.

"I strongly suspect that this was a trick by the planners to fool the screenwriters, like the carrot hanging in front of me."

There was some disappointment at the end of the Song Dynasty, but not much.

Fortunately, the plan to "create a mythical IP" is progressing smoothly so far:

The "Ghosts of Hong Kong" dungeon is very well constructed. The Xie Zhi has already entered it and is attempting to merge fragments from other underworld dungeons to establish a new underworld.

The "Fox in the Orchid Garden" instance has been transformed into a secret realm, and will serve as a player lobby and transit point in the future.

The other instances deployed during the Ghost Festival also ran smoothly, with no instances of the instances mimicking reality.

All she needs to do now is bring Azhu and Ayan to the Special Investigation Bureau to make an appearance, and then she can completely "lay low" and focus on building the eighteen levels of hell and continuing to write new chapters.

After all, although there was a massive expansion of the dungeon, many settings could only become reality if she wrote them out herself.

Song Mo yawned and stood up, wondering if she should move to a bigger house.

The rental house offers limited privacy, not to mention that she now keeps two ghosts, a rat, a xiezhi (a mythical beast), and countless mud gourds that have given birth to their own offspring in her home.

Oh, and there's also that adorable bus that comes back every now and then to act all cute.

Two days had passed since the Ghost Festival, and the large-scale spiritual energy explosion that Song Mo had predicted did not occur.

It was evening outside the window; the sky wasn't completely dark yet, and the moon hadn't risen.

In the neighborhood, some elderly people were taking walks in wheelchairs, some young people were burning paper money in the flower beds, and some children were running around screaming.

But Song Mo only glanced at it before stopping.

She moved her eyes.

In my field of vision, all the moving "people" have turned into living "skin and bones".

It's hard to describe this feeling.

It was as if she had suddenly entered another visual dimension:

The elderly man sitting in the electric wheelchair had a very thin membrane covering his skin, revealing his mottled bones underneath.

She could even "see" the translucent cartilage stuck between the bones.

The old man's heart pounded in his left chest, the fat on the heart wall resembling a ring of yellowish-white natural lace.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, a child was seen running around wildly. There were still white parts on the skull that were not fully calcified, and the brain matter swayed slightly in the gaps as the child was jostled.

She can "see" the internal organs of these living people, the rhythm of gastrointestinal peristalsis, and even the extent to which the lungs expand.

Every living person is like a flesh-and-blood machine wrapped in thin skin, moving slowly and steadily through the streets.

Just like when a person observes bacteria under a microscope, they can clearly see the cell wall, cell membrane, cytoplasm, nucleoid, and possibly flagella.

Humans can see these things using a microscope, provided they use the correct method.

That's how she feels right now; as soon as she opens her eyes, she can see the "bacterial composition" that she perceives.

How are humans made up?

Humans are "monsters" that move around, made up of countless organs, cells, and bones.

At this moment, in Song Mo's eyes, "people" are cells that are constantly overlapping and blurring.

……

"A-Zhu".

Song Mo spoke softly, and immediately a faint rustling sound of clothing came from behind him. "Look outside, is something wrong?"

"...No."

The ghost's voice sounded somewhat confused, as if it didn't understand why Song Mo would ask such a question.

Song Mo immediately realized that there was something wrong with her eyes—she had activated six acupoints in one go, which meant there was more to it than nothing.

However, this effect also lowers the SAN value.

Does that mean the next time she compliments someone's looks, she'll just say:

"Wow, you have such a big and beautiful heart!"

"Wow, your rectum is so smooth and perfect!"

"I've never seen such beautiful skulls, sternums, ribs, and tibias!"

It turns out there really is such a thing as "a pink skull".

Song Mo turned her head, and A Zhu saw her eyes. She was taken aback at first, then lowered her head and asked, "Sir, are we going to the Special Investigation Bureau now?"

"No, let's go to the mall first."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he touched his eyes and guessed that the shape of his eyes might have changed as well.

"I need a pair of sunglasses."

……

……

……

Jiefang Street remains bustling.

Humans are highly adaptable. Even if paranormal events occur all over the world, and even if spiritual energy revives, popular tourist attractions remain unchanged.

—Or rather, since the spiritual energy has been restored, the number of tourists visiting Jiangcheng has increased several times over.

"not bad."

Song Mo adjusted the sunglasses perched on her nose and tried to look around. With the lenses obscuring the view, the "skin and bones" she saw were finally less bloody and "exposed."

Strangely, a few normal people would occasionally appear in the crowd, those who hadn't undergone any unusual changes in her field of vision.

"...Are these people players?"

Song Mo squinted as she pondered, with A Zhu and A Yan following on either side, like two shadows growing out of her back.

All eyes turned to them simultaneously.

Clearly, this unusual combination of twins and a cold-faced, short-haired woman has captured the attention of many.

As more and more people gathered to watch, Song Mo felt a persistent itch in his eyes, as if something was stuck inside.

itch.

It's very itchy.

I want to blink.

It felt like something was slowly embedding itself in my eye socket.

She reached out and rubbed her eyes, then slowly blinked.

Ayan and Azhu's expressions suddenly became very strange.

Song Mo looked up following the gaze of the two ghosts—the moon in the sky was strangely large.

Although it should be a full moon, why is the moon so big and so white tonight?

The moon hung brightly in the sky, almost touching the tall buildings.

A faint golden shimmer began to appear around its edges, like the outer ring of the iris of an eye slowly igniting.

Song Mo blinked unconsciously.

Then, the moon blinked too.