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

This mouse has been raised too well.

Four rows of shelves, each as tall as a person, lined the wall and were piled high with old equipment, expired samples, discarded backdrops, and cardboard boxes stacked to the ceiling.

This place is piled with goods that have been stockpiled for who knows how many years, and they are covered with a thick layer of dust.

In the innermost corner, three large cardboard boxes had been hollowed out, and a round mouse hole had appeared on the side.

The nest was lined with cotton and scraps of cloth from who-knows-where, and most surprisingly, there was even half a straw mat.

There wasn't a single rat dropping around, and the food was neatly arranged.

It's much tidier than many human rental apartments.

……

……

"Squeak! Squeak squeak squeak squeak!"

The fat rat let out a short screech, then forced it back down.

After all, from its perspective, it was being pulled up by an invisible force.

Song Mo grabbed the thing by the scruff of its neck, lifting it into the air and bringing it close to his eyes for a closer look.

It's a mouse.

It's definitely not an ordinary sewer rat.

Because it was so fat, it ate itself until it was round and plump like a fluffy ball.

Its entire body is covered in glossy black fur with a satin-like sheen, and its four pink paws are spotless, without a speck of dirt.

Perhaps sensing danger, it suddenly kicked off with its four short legs, tilted its head to the side, turned its belly up, and drooped its tail.

His body was stiff as a board, looking even more like a dead rat than a dead rat.

"Pfft."

Ah Yan, standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh out loud. "My lord, this little mouse is playing dead! I even saw its whiskers twitching!"

The mouse didn't move an inch, and even deliberately stuck its tongue out a little, making its performance even more convincing.

The cell phone screen on the ground emitted a faint light.

Song Mo grabbed the mouse, shook it, and fell into deep thought:

Are ordinary mice really that smart?

She can decorate her own home, use her phone, and even watch live streams and send comments.

So, outside of the instance, in places she was unaware of, there also exist naturally generated demons and monsters?

Familiar ink-wash calligraphy floats before my eyes once more:

[Advanced creative material detected (can be captured for 50 Writer's Points)]

[Material Identification: Soon to be Intelligent Mouse]

[Special Note: This is a large rat that has lived for thirty years.]

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he skillfully incorporated it into his drafts for creation:

1. Understand human language: Master human language and elevate your IQ to the level of a 12-year-old human (20 writing points)

2. Absolute Loyalty: Soul bound to the host, never betraying (50 script points)

3. Size Enhancement: Can freely switch sizes, normal size is like an calf, physique and combat power slightly improved (50 script points)

4. Leader Effect: The king of rats, the rat among rats, can summon the swarm to gather information (100 script points)

[Under judgment—]

【Supernatural Creature No. 003: Rat Servant (Loyalty: 100%)】

[Additional Settings: Human Voice, Absolute Loyalty, Size Enhancement, King of Rats]

Total cost: 270 Scriptwriting Points

[Creation Successfully Completed.]

……

……

Having spent nearly three hundred screenwriting points in one go, Grandet Song Mo took a deep breath, feeling a pang of regret.

Fortunately, it worked out as she wished.

A mouse servant who understands human language and can gather information is much more cost-effective than creating an NPC out of thin air.

The moment the words fell, fine black ink characters floated from Song Mo's fingertips.

As if it had a life of its own, the words stretched and intertwined in the air, finally converging into a thin stream that wrapped around the fat rat in her hand.

"squeak--!"

The mouse couldn't see the change, but it keenly sensed something was wrong and struggled desperately.

But ink-wash calligraphy is ubiquitous.

The words seeped into the flesh, the rat's bones crackled, the muscles gradually hardened, and the fur grew thicker and shinier...

Something seemed to be melting at the base of my tongue, and my throat slowly softened.

Ah Yan stared at Song Mo with fervent eyes and an infatuated expression.

……

The mouse landed on the ground, and its body continued to grow larger.

—From the size of a cat, then to the size of a mongrel, then to half a person's height, and finally settled at the size of a calf.

Its entire body was covered in black fur, as if splashed with thick ink, each hair shining brightly.

Its claws became sharp and hard, with a faint metallic sheen, and its slender tail became thick.

The most bizarre thing about it is its eyes.

The originally black rat eyes were deformed and elongated. It was clearly a rat's face, but it had a pair of human eyes on it.

Most frighteningly, its eyes were rolling around, clearly indicating that it already possessed human intelligence!

A mouse with talking human eyes, looking both comical and strangely eerie.

The uncanny valley effect was instantly triggered.

The entire transformation process lasted four minutes.

The warehouse returned to silence only after the last trace of ink-wash characters disappeared.

A black rat the size of a calf stood still, shook its fur, which was so smooth that it didn't have a single wrinkle.

It looked down at its enlarged paws and flicked its thick, long tail, its eyes filled with wonder.

Then, the mouse bent its front legs and, with a "thump," knelt firmly on the ground, opening its mouth to utter a series of words:

"Oh my god, who knows this, everyone? Thank you so much to the top-ranked fan for the transformation gift pack! I'll be performing 'Three Mouths and a Pig' for the viewers in the live stream—if you like it, remember to follow me so you don't get lost!"

The vengeful ghost, Ah Yan, looked on with curiosity: "..."

Late Song Dynasty: "..."

Oh no, oh no, this is terrible, she's a livestreaming rat who's mastered the art of persuasion.

……

……

……

[Copy: High School Ghost Stories]

Status: Running (1st hour)

[Number of surviving players remaining: 10/10]

[Unlocked professions: Constable (Gold), Shepherd (Green), Alchemist (Yellow)]

[Estimated crafting points gained from this dungeon: 500]

[Current number of ghosts in the instance: 5 (Water Ghost, Jumping Ghost, Toilet Ghost, Skinning Ghost - Luo Yiming, Drowned Ghost - Fang Wei)]

When Song Mo received the dungeon notification, he was already on the 404 bus, heading to other provinces.

If the mountain won't come to see me, I'll go to see the mountain myself.

She has absolutely no intention of confronting the authorities at this stage.

Isn't it just a ghost story?

It's as if the neighboring provinces don't have this problem.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he even uttered that classic villain's line: "I will be back."

While I'm at it, I'll also come back to collect the random class skills of the only gold-tier class, Constable.

—Although Song Mo liked Chen Xi quite a bit, he wasn't very interested in her performance in the dungeon.

Zhao Weilai and the others explained the dungeon rules, potential traps, and even the monsters' attack methods. If the people sent by the official team still couldn't clear the dungeon...

By the end of the Song Dynasty, the official professionalism of the government would begin to be questioned.

Of course, she had more important things to do.

Ink-wash characters float in the field of vision; two scripts, already formed and awaiting the filling of material, drift and sink in the air.

[Script: "The Wishing Livestream"]

[Copy: "The Cat-Faced Old Lady's Birthday Banquet"]

Yes, the diligent screenwriter Song Mo is preparing to work on two projects simultaneously and make a big splash.

……

……

Updating a script and a dungeon in one go, the screenwriting points that Song Mo had just acquired had to be spent before he could even enjoy them.

"With just over a year left to live, I'm finally not in such a rush anymore."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, the loose skull at the back of his head was repaired using ten script points.

—The wounds healed again with the power of words, and the fallen hairs grew back.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the horrifying hole in the back of his head was completely healed.

Although outwardly, Song Mo is no different from a normal person.

But only she knows what it feels like when your heart doesn't beat.

That was a very "empty" state.

The pulse stops beating, blood stops flowing, and hair and nails stop growing.

It was as if time in this body had been permanently frozen.

The next second, before Song Mo could even sense the changes in her body, a diagram of the human body composed of ink-wash characters suddenly appeared in front of her.

The ink flowed, leaving only black and white.

If you look closely, you'll find that every line of the human body in the picture is composed of text that has been reduced countless times.

The diagram shows 365 evenly distributed, dim nodes, with the only bright one being the "Fengfu" acupoint at the back of the head.

Behind the remaining 364 acupoints, there are bright red marks that read "To be repaired," and some key points are bound by black and white chains.

Next to the Fengfu acupoint is the Naohu acupoint, which needs 100 script points to be activated.

It seems that, sensing the confusion at the end of the Song Dynasty, ink-wash calligraphy slowly emerged:

[Repair this meridian, and life will return.]

[Acupoint repaired: Fengfu (Guardian of the Soul)]

[Current acupoint repair progress: 0.01%]

Maximum Health +100

[Resurrection Progress: 0.0002%]

—The number of script points required for each of the other acupoints to be repaired is astronomical.

So many zeros—it's practically a blatant mockery of the late Song Dynasty.

……

"Holy crap! Holy ...

Even though I've been emotionally detached since the late Song Dynasty, I still couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when I saw this picture:

"More than three hundred acupoints needing repair—? And the required scriptwriting points are getting higher and higher. Is this the kind of physical stats a human could have???"

She didn't need to guess to know that the further along the story goes, the more script points will be required for the fixes.

To fully revive it, you'd need at least ten million screenwriter points.

There's definitely something fishy about this body!

She simply couldn't believe that Wang Dazhi, an ordinary person with a bulky build, could create 356 repairable defects with a single hammer blow.

Song Mo was still curious as to why her golden finger, which was given to her upon resurrection, was so kind.

Only now does she realize that a trap was waiting for her.

—This is like telling me after you've played three rounds of a game that the main quest is a huge, potentially unfinishable pitfall?!

—It's like she's already written three dungeons, and she's already showing all the signs of being the ultimate boss. And you're telling me she also has her own main quest?

"...Ahem, well, I mean, what would happen if I chose not to repair it?"

Song Mo forced himself to look away from the acupuncture point chart and tentatively asked a question.

But the ink-wash calligraphy is devoid of emotion, like a pre-programmed sequence, offering no answer.

But that feeling of anxiety and urgency returned.

It's hard to explain, it's like something is about to happen.

—A sixth sense told her at the end of the Song Dynasty that she had to keep writing and couldn't stop, otherwise something terrible would happen.