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

The night was very dark, and the scenery above the halfway point of the mountain was completely swallowed up by the fog.

Two black SUVs turned into the side road one after the other, without their headlights on.

Instead of driving directly into the area of ​​Genting One, the attackers turned straight into an abandoned pine forest.

Pine needles covered the ground, and the tires crunched over them. After the car came to a stop, both rear doors opened at the same time. The people who got out didn't say anything, but just gestured to each other.

Someone pulled several rolls of camouflage netting from the trunk and skillfully covered the car body.

Seven people.

There were men and women, all wearing different styles of masks.

Clown, elephant, crow, white fox, deer, bronze bull, snake—their faces are indistinguishable; they can only be roughly identified by their shapes and breathing.

There are four players with different professions: [Spice Master], [Fighter], [Curse Master], and [Meteorologist] who previously infiltrated the rental house.

"Something's not right about this fog. [Curse Master], stay behind."

The man wearing a crow mask spoke in a low voice, and the woman whose name was called nodded and took out a straw doll tied with red thread from her bosom.

The doll was very small, shorter than the palm of your hand, with its limbs bent into a twisted position and a red thread tied around its waist.

[The Grass-Headed God (False): A scarecrow possessed by a wild ghost. Treat it with care; it might just become a true Grass-Headed God.]

"My grass-root god can pinpoint targets from a distance, but the fog is too thick, so I can only confirm a general area."

The woman removed the silk thread from the doll's waist and then placed a photograph of the target, Song Mo, in front of the grass-headed doll.

The scarecrow had no eyes, but it seemed to come alive, jumping off her palm and running away towards the villa with a "tap tap tap tap" sound.

Everyone held their breath and waited for ten minutes.

The red thread in the curse caster's hand suddenly tightened, and then snapped cleanly in the middle with a "snap".

The woman looked down at the broken edge, her tone relaxed: "Confirmed, the target is inside."

She paused, then slowly wrapped the broken red thread back around her finger. "They shouldn't have noticed us. The Grass God was bitten off by a rat."

The seven people fell silent for a moment.

"Then let's finish this quickly." The meteorologist pulled up his mask.

"We won't give them any time to react. Those guys from the Special Investigation Bureau are like jackals; once they bite, they won't let go. After we finish this job, we'll leave Jiangcheng in batches according to plan."

"The Fighter and I will surround them from behind." The Spice Master glanced at the time. "Everyone wants that red item, so let's see who can do it best."

The group did not answer and all disappeared into the thick fog.

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"Oh my god, you little brats are such a handful!"

The mouse servant was eating a chicken leg.

Although people in the late Song Dynasty lacked a sense of taste, their culinary skills were quite good.

The marinated chicken legs were brushed with honey and crispy skin water again and again, and then roasted over low heat until the skin was crispy and the meat was tender.

The mouse took a bite, and its tail wagged; it took another bite, and the round sunglasses on its face slid down its nose.

It didn't try to help, but just stuck out its tongue to lick its paws and then tossed the bone to the baby mice.

The baby rats were certainly not its own offspring.

Rats have short lifespans, and only one of them has become intelligent in all this time. However, under the influence of the "Rat King" halo, the rats naturally regard their servants as their leaders.

These baby rats were carefully selected by the rat servants; they were descendants of rats that had been purified in a deserted village at the end of the Song Dynasty.

"Those who are ugly, I would be too embarrassed to bring them to my place to freeload, hmph hmph hmph."

Dozens of chubby, round baby mice scurried around, like fluffy billiard balls.

But they were all well-behaved, not nibbling or pooping randomly. They just suddenly swarmed in one direction, vying to bite something.

"What is this?"

The mouse servant let out a sound of "Hey," put the chicken leg in its mouth, looked down, and saw a scarecrow lying on the ground that could move on its own.

—The straw man was used as a toy by the little mice.

One of the cubs was biting its left leg, another was pulling its head, and yet another was pulling the red thread out of its belly.

The scarecrow's hands and feet twitched repeatedly, like a frog whose belly was being held down.

At first, the rat servant thought they were subordinates of the Xie Zhi (a mythical creature), and the sky seemed to fall.

But after looking at it a few more times, it didn't seem right.

The things that adults sculpt are all...very unique.

Who looks like this? And he even has a ghostly aura about him.

The mouse servant used its tail to push aside the baby mice crowding in front, took the chicken leg out of its mouth and tossed it to the little mice to gnaw on, then sniffed it itself, and its expression changed immediately:

broken!

Someone outside is using this thing to scout ahead.

Someone has sneaked in!!

The mouse servant squeaked, about to complain to Song Mo, but when it turned its head, it saw A Zhu standing in front of it, looking very serious:

"A few insects, please don't disturb the gentleman's enjoyment."

The servant then realized that Ah Yan seemed to be missing.

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In the fog, the female mercenary wearing a clown mask walked quickly.

She was quick and agile, leaping over the tall fence and into the garden in a few swift movements—she was even a little confused as to why the security system hadn't gone off.

"Has it not been opened yet? Or is there some other reason?"

Harley Quinn held a silenced pistol in her right hand and a dagger in her left, deliberately taking each step quietly to avoid making any noise.

The fog was thick, and she groped her way forward, hugging the rose wall, when she suddenly heard voices.

The voices were very soft, as if two people were having a muffled conversation. The woman was delighted and immediately squatted down to lower her center of gravity.

Like a stealthy cat, she moved slowly toward the source of life. After a few dozen steps, a waterfall-shaped artificial mountain came into view.

The artificial mountain is very tall, and a white waterfall flows down from between the rocks, splashing water droplets and making a constant "whoosh whoosh whoosh" sound. There is a fish pond next to the artificial mountain, with laser lights on the edge of the pond and a box of fish food by the pond.

—It looks like someone just sat here enjoying the view, feeding the fish, and then walked away.

The woman cautiously approached, but only saw a pond full of koi.

Red, white, golden red, and black—each koi is nearly half an arm's length long. These fish crowd beneath the surface, their mouths opening and closing, making a "splashing" sound.

The woman did not lower her guard; instead, she began searching for the source of the sound—

The voice rang out again.

Then, all the fish in the pond turned around and smacked their lips at her.

[Tsk tsk tsk...]

[Click-clack click-clack...]

[Chirping and chattering.]

Dozens of fish eyes were simultaneously fixed on the woman, and she realized that the conversation had actually come from the bottom of the fishpond!

"Splash!!"

A loud splashing sound rang out, and the woman felt a chill on her ankle—a wet, dead hand reached out from the water and gripped her calf tightly.

Beneath the clown mask, the woman's lips twitched slightly.

Instead of backing away, she twisted with the force, rolling half a circle to the side like an eel.

He switched the dagger and the gun, and with his other hand, he quickly pulled out a yellow talisman from behind his waist and stuck it on the ghost's hand with a "snap"!

The ghost hand recoiled violently as if it had been branded with a hot iron, but before it could retract, the woman stabbed it down hard with her dagger!

"Ding!"

The blade pierced the dead man's arm, pinning the ghost firmly to a crack in the rocks on the edge of the pool. The ghostly hand struggled twice, like a large black fish whose tail had been stepped on.

The woman didn't give it a chance to escape; she reached into the water and scooped a male ghost out of the water.

—It was a middle-aged ghost in a suit, soaking wet, with a broken neck and his head swaying on his shoulder, held together only by a layer of skin and flesh.

The ghost had one hand pinned down, but the other hand was still free to move, and it reached out to grab the woman's neck!

The woman leaned back, and a strand of hair on her forehead was brushed by its fingertips, immediately breaking off and falling to the ground.

But just as that hand brushed past her face, the head that had fallen to the ground bounced back up with a "crack":

The next second, the man's head opened wide, like a meatball, and viciously bit her left shoulder!

"hiss!"

The woman immediately felt an ice pick pierce her shoulder, the chill penetrating to the bone, as if something was traveling along her veins and penetrating deep into her bone marrow—

Without batting an eye, she sliced ​​off the ghost's arm with a backhand motion!

The ghost seemed to feel no pain; its row of teeth gripped the woman's shoulder tightly, blood dripping down, while the fish in the pool thrashed about even more fiercely.

After a while, the woman finally gained the upper hand.

She shaved the ghost into a human stick, as if peeling a radish.

"You're that non-human player from the [Psychic Squad]? I admit you're impressive, attacking me from underwater—"

The woman twirled the dagger in her hand through the air, staring down at the middle-aged man's soul on the ground:

"Hand over your items, or I'll cut you into pieces and feed you to the fish... Unfortunately, the dagger in my hand has a damage bonus against ghosts and monsters—"

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized something was wrong.

Because the middle-aged man's ghost reacted differently than she expected.

Suddenly, she saw an expression of "utter grief and indignation" appear on the ghost's head, and the water churned violently as if boiling.

One after another, pale, ghostly faces rose from the bottom of the pool, looking up at her from underwater.

The woman felt a chill run down her spine.

She clutched her injured shoulder and slowly, slowly turned around onto the artificial hill, where a ghostly figure had appeared out of nowhere.

The woman in ancient costume tilted her head, her eyes, devoid of pupils, were empty and devoid of any substance, with two dark red bloodstains hanging from the corners of her eyes.

Her hair slowly floated in the wind, as if it had come to life, spreading out in all directions strand by strand.

"How annoying."

Ah Yan spoke in a muffled voice:

"Why are you disturbing my time with the adults... and barging into other people's homes and messing with their toys?"

"?!?!"

The woman felt something pressing down on her head; she had no time to run, and couldn't even muster the slightest thought of escaping!

Countless strands of hair seemed to come alive, gradually filling her mouth and nose.

The woman's body was lifted off the ground little by little, like a moth caught in a spider's web.

She twitched a few times in the air, like a fish just pulled from the water, and then she stopped moving.

Several props fell off her.

A gun, a dagger, two talismans, and a pocket watch with a mirror.

After a long while, the water in the fishpond began to churn again. When the surface of the water calmed down once more, a head wearing a clown mask slowly floated up from the center of the pond.

The woman's ghost floated on the water's surface, her mouth opening and closing.

Beside her stood a dozen or so ghostly figures in the same pose, their shadowy forms resembling humanoid seaweed underwater.

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