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

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"I heard them say that in our Nanyun tropical rainforest, trees grow more than ten meters tall overnight, like they've been sprayed with pesticides. And some locals even saw monkeys lining up to worship the moon!"

"These are nothing compared to what my brother-in-law said this morning that the old yellow ox at the entrance of their village stood up yesterday, standing on two legs like a person, and bellowed at the moon for half the night."

"So, what's going on with the moon?"

"Doesn't that myth say that 'imperial nectar' flows from the moon? Now that spiritual energy has been revived, could what's falling from the moon be imperial nectar that can prolong life and even make animals become spirits?"

"Ouch! Ouch!"

"Yeah, yeah! I knew this spiritual energy revival was going to be big! Oh dear, I went to bed early last night, so I missed it!"

A group of elderly people were so anxious that they kept slapping their thighs, wishing they could travel back to last night and witness that scene with their own eyes.

—It is estimated that until these individuals pass away peacefully, they will feel that they lived a few days less than others because they missed the imperial flow brought by the "twinkling of the moon".

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The group of people were talking excitedly, but as they chatted, they regretted it so much that they kept slapping their thighs.

Ayan, who was following behind Song Mo, suddenly turned around and made a face at the middle-aged woman who was cricketing Song Mo in the group—her mouth stretched out, her eyes rolled upwards, and blood flowed down her cheeks in several streams:

"slightly!"

His face was bluish-white, with a ghostly aura.

The woman cried out "Ouch!" and tumbled off the stool.

Without turning her head, Song Mo only called out disapprovingly in a low voice, "Ayan."

Ayan stuck out her tongue, quickly wiped away her bloody tears, and jogged to catch up with Song Mo, pretending nothing had happened.

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I don't know if it was because of the unusual moon last night, but even though it was a weekday, there were fewer pedestrians on the street than usual.

The roadside trees were so green they were almost blinding, and many birds whose names I didn't know were perched on their branches.

Many people were wearing masks, covering themselves up completely.

In this way, it doesn't seem so strange to wear sunglasses early in the morning at the end of the Song Dynasty.

The same young female agent who received Song Mo this time was the same one as last time.

The little girl's name is Xu Yuan. She has a pointed chin, very white teeth, and a smile as soon as she opens her mouth.

When she saw Song Mo, she was taken aback at first. After Song Mo explained his purpose, she was somewhat surprised: "You...you're going to buy a house?"

She remembered clearly that Song Mo had moved into that rented room less than a year ago.

But Xu Yuan was quick-witted. When she saw that there were two other people following behind Song Mo, and heard Song Mo introduce her as a player, her eyes lit up even more:

"No wonder! Please have a seat, I'll arrange a room for you right away!"

After saying that, she busied herself like a butterfly, bringing out tea, snacks, and a tablet computer one by one. She was almost half-squatting beside the coffee table, swiping the screen and introducing everything to Song Mo:

"If you're a gamer, I suggest you take a look at this area along the mountain. The transportation is very convenient now, and the housing prices in the different districts of Jiangcheng are all about the same."

Many of the villas along the mountainside offer convenient transportation and high privacy... especially these detached houses, which have bright, airy layouts and come with their own garages and basements. The property management is also registered with the Special Investigation Bureau, making them particularly suitable for gamers.

Song Mo flipped through the tablet, and suddenly his gaze fell on one of the houses.

This villa looks familiar.

The gate is a cast iron gate, behind which is a bluestone driveway planted with roses on both sides. The villa has 24-hour temperature-controlled security, independent power and water supply systems, as well as private gardens, a heated swimming pool, a media room, a chess and card room, and a private KTV.

Aside from the lack of a horse ranch and vineyards, it could be considered a small estate.

When Song Mo looked at the address again, oh my, Yunding No. 1.

Isn't this the private mansion of Lu Bingkun in the script of "The Underworld Messenger's Longevity"?

Oh, no, it should belong to Chen Shulan now.

Is Chen Shulan selling her house?

That doesn't make sense either. Isn't Chen Shulan the Special Investigation Bureau's number one most wanted criminal right now?

Is that Evelyn?

Song Mo glanced at it; this house didn't have a price tag. "What about this one?"

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"—This set."

Xu Wei peeked out and whispered an explanation:

"Miss Song, this is a luxury mansion under the name of the Lu Group. Our company... does not have the authority to sell it."

Our "Love Home" is just a business partnership with Lu's Real Estate; this house is listed here simply for display.

To be honest, this house is haunted, extremely ominous. I heard that a few months ago, the CEO of the Lu family died here.

Besides, didn't all the heirs of the Lu family die recently? They say they died right here in this house—more than a dozen lives lost! So this house… it's practically unsellable; it's just sitting on the market.

Song Mo stroked his chin.

Others may not know, but doesn't she?

Chen Shulan set up a scheme to take revenge, gambling her life with Lu Bingkun. Only three of them died; the remaining Lu family heirs all died outside.

—But these are all secrets of the Special Investigation Bureau, so it's no wonder that there are so many different opinions from the outside world.

Feuds among the wealthy, revenge by ghosts and monsters, and bizarre and tragic deaths.

Any one of them could be a source of amusement for onlookers during their leisure time.

Even if only Lu Bingkun died inside, it would probably be rumored that dozens of people had died and that the house was full of vengeful ghosts.

"I'd like to take a look at this set. Could you help me get in touch with them?"

"what?"

Xu Yuan opened her mouth, her expression blank.

Ten minutes later, the manager of the real estate agency personally came out to greet them. He was about forty years old and slightly balding on the top of his head.

"Well, I just contacted the Lu family. Can I confirm your identity first?"

"Oh, of course, it's not that I don't trust you, Ms. Song, it's just that the other party had certain requirements when they sold it to me—"

"You can tell them that the three of us are players who accept points and item transactions, and ask them to help us contact the owner."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he took out his player ID and placed it on the coffee table. The manager glanced at it, noticed the profession listed as "Spiritualist," and his breathing quickened.

"Okay, okay. If you're a player, you can go see the house first. The car has been arranged, and we can go now."

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The real estate agency seemed afraid of missing out on a potential client, so they drove the person and the two ghosts up the mountain.

The car drove up the winding mountain road, and the road became quieter and quieter.

The trees on both sides are getting taller and taller. It hasn't rained in the past two days, but the leaves are so green that they're almost emerald.

When we got close to the halfway point of the mountain, we could already see the wrought iron gate.

"Gaga—Gaga!"

As soon as the car stopped, a very high-pitched and delicate bird call rang out, and a flock of black crows, whose size was clearly larger than normal, took flight.

"Haha, this house is in the mountains, secluded and with a good ecological environment."

The bald manager forced an explanation, swiping his card to open the gate leading to the mountaintop as he spoke:

"Ms. Song, as you can see, there's still a long way to the top of the mountain, and there's a security system for getting in and out, so the privacy is really, really good."

The car continued driving, but the further they went, the more desolate it became. Even in the early morning, the dense, almost waist-high weeds gave off a sinister feeling.

The flowers and pine trees in the garden are growing like crazy, especially the roses that cover the entire wall.

The leaves of a few ginkgo trees are green, but the trunks look like they've been struck by lightning, loose and crooked to one side.

There were still a dozen or so black ash rings on the lawn, which looked like the ash left over from burning paper money.

Through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see a long dining table with food that has long since rotted.

When the wind blows, the air is filled with a strange smell.

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"The furniture and audio-visual equipment in this house are all top-of-the-line. There's also a servants' quarters in the back. It's all three bedrooms and one living room."

Xu Yuan, carrying a folder, followed behind Song Mo and introduced:

"Yunding No. 1 is considered a cultural symbol of Lushi Real Estate. Whether it's the materials or the trees in the garden, only the best are used."

The garden looks desolate now because no one takes care of it. If you are sure you want to buy it, our company will give you a free initial cleaning and six months of property management fees.

After all, you're a gamer, so the idea that this house is haunted or something is...”

Before she could finish speaking, she saw Azhu and Ayan leaning on either side of the main building window. Without even pushing the door open, they turned into two wisps of black smoke and seeped in through the crack in the door.

Store Manager: "..."

Xu Yuan: "..."

The two men's faces were frighteningly pale. Song Mo smiled and comforted them, "These are my teammates. They're all superhuman players. Don't be afraid."

But for some reason, Xu Yuan and the bald manager always seemed like they wanted to run away.

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A moment later, Ayan floated out, excitedly coaxing Song Mo:

"No one has lived there for a long time. There were some little devils, but they've all been driven out—there's a fish pond in the back! A huge fish pond, enough to raise tons and tons of fish!"

Azhu nodded to Song Mo, indicating that the area had been cleaned up.

Song Mo immediately understood that the two ghosts were also very satisfied with the house.

In fact, Genting One perfectly meets her needs:

First of all, it's big enough to hold two ghosts, a rat, a bus, a xiezhi (a mythical beast), and countless mud gourds.

Even if she brings back some supernatural creatures in the future, we can still fit them.

Secondly, privacy is absolutely guaranteed.

Surrounded by mountains and trees, and located at a high altitude, there is no possibility of anyone spying on us—unless the other party uses a satellite.

Finally, the price was within her budget. If the other party did not accept item points for settlement, she could simply go to an auction.

It might be a little troublesome.

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Fortunately, Xu Yuan brought good news.

She answered a phone call and spent about twenty minutes confirming things. Her face went from pale to flushed, and finally turned into a kind of dazed excitement.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Yuan felt like she was walking on clouds:

"Miss Song, the Lu family has agreed, saying that the owner is willing to sell. However, if you choose to settle with item points, you will have to transfer the money separately on the Lingjing APP."

We can handle contracts, deed tax, and property tax; our company is willing to provide these services free of charge!

—If she were to sell this Cloudtop One property, the commission alone would be at least nearly a million.

"no problem."

Song Mo nodded and added the player ID provided by Xu Yuan as a friend on the Lingjing APP.

The other end seemed to be waiting, replying to messages almost instantly.

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[The Unemployed CEO: You're the one who wants to buy that hillside villa in Jiangcheng? Are you sure you know where this is?]

"Know."

The end of the Song Dynasty was simple:

"Our squad includes non-human players and ghost players."

Song Mo guessed that the other party was probably going through her public information.

She is the guarantor for Ayan and Azhu; the system should have already updated this information.

Sure enough, after a while, the message popped up again—

[Unemployed CEO: 5,000 points, plus three offensive items. No bargaining.]

"Too expensive."

Song Mo quickly replied, "Currently, game items are in high demand but not readily available, and attack types are even rarer. It's not appropriate to offer such a price for a house that no one is interested in or willing to take over."

There was another moment of silence on the other end.

Song Mo didn't urge them, leaning against the carriage and watching A Zhu and A Yan run around the garden.

Xu Yuan and the bald manager stood not far away, pretending to chat, but their eyes kept glancing in her direction.

After a full twenty minutes, the other end suddenly replied:

[The Unprofessional Overlord: If your team actually has non-human ghost players, then I can forgo offensive items and replace them with items that ghost players can use.]

Looking at this line of text, Song Mo had already made a judgment in his mind:

The other party is most likely related to Chen Shulan.

Now, the only people who can make decisions for the Lu family are Chen Shulan and Evelyn.

Since the other party asked about "items that ghost players can use", it means they were looking for items for Chen Shulan.

After thinking for a moment, Song Mo opened his resource library and slowly began to browse through it.

Soul-Hooking Lock, Gold Quality.

No, this is too conspicuous. If I take it out, the Special Investigation Bureau will investigate.

A machine for printing ghost money?

That won't work either.

If this thing were given away, the Xie Zhi would probably use its horns to butt its beloved old mother, and the underworld's economic system would collapse in a heartbeat.

After all, Song Mo had such high-level props that if he threw out any one of them, it would attract the attention of the Special Investigation Bureau.

So she simply started flipping through the bottom layer, and finally found two rather inconspicuous items:

【Retro Guillotine (Silver): A high-level disciplinary item, an antique from the French Revolution era, tainted with the resentment and yin energy of hundreds of condemned prisoners, capable of slaying intermediate and lower-level spirits.

(50% damage bonus against Western supernatural monsters, half effect against Eastern spirits.)

【Witch's Finger (Low Grade): A Western herb, resembling a withered human finger in appearance, and is the core ingredient for the 【Witch】 profession to brew potions.

(It can dispel various Western curses, concoct calming and tranquilizing elixirs, and has a good healing effect on spiritual trauma and mental pollution.)