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

"...Why is this guy coughing up blood?"

Song Mo leaned back, tilting his head slightly in uncertainty:

Too much pressure?

Or does Jiang Chen have some kind of illness?

In the video, a paper bus wobbles and sways on the winding mountain road.

For some reason, Jiang Chen, who was in the driver's seat, suddenly stiffened and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the paper windshield.

The dark red bloodstains spread out, resembling a crooked flower.

Immediately afterward, he let go of the chair, slid down, and passed out.

The bus veered off course and hurtled towards the cliff edge beside the road.

This terrified Zhou Chang and Kang Xiaojia in the back seat, who screamed and lunged to grab the steering wheel, creating complete chaos.

……

Hearing the commotion, Ah Yan floated over and asked happily, "Sir, what's wrong? Has someone died again?"

To ghosts, humans are merely ghosts who haven't died yet.

Having been a ghost for hundreds of years, Ah Yan had long forgotten what it felt like to be human, and she had also forgotten why humans didn't want to die.

She always hoped that a few more pests like Liu Laosan would appear to annoy Song Mo, so that she could have another toy.

She disassembled and reassembled Liu Laosan's soul repeatedly, leaving his head on his buttocks and his hands on the soles of his feet—it's not funny anymore.

"no."

Song Mo glanced at Jiang Chen twice and then lost interest, turning her attention back to Su Ya and the others.

……

The mountain breeze in summer is refreshing and carries the fragrance of grass and trees.

Inside the shelter built with the skill [Building a Skyscraper from the Ground], Ah Yan floated beside a campfire, watching her rat servants roast chestnuts.

It's only a little past June, and I don't know where these ripe chestnuts came from in the mountains. They're not very big, only about the size of a person's thumb, but they taste very sweet when you break them open.

By the end of the Song Dynasty, this culinary delight was no longer available.

She watched as the rat servant shook his fur, and rats fell off him and scurried into the shadows without causing a ripple.

—Wenshan Village has been abandoned for a long time, and the place where people used to live has suddenly become a paradise for snakes, insects and rats.

The rat servants easily found many of their own kind that they could manipulate.

These rats don't look particularly disturbing; in fact, because they eat wild fruits and grains year-round, they look more like field mice.

The arrival of the rat servants brought immense joy to the rats themselves:

The village has quite a few natural enemies, and suddenly a giant of its own kind appeared among them, eating the rat snake like it was a spicy snack—

Almost all the rats in Wenshan Village came out of their nests, offering themselves up as tribute to the "Rat King":

Hidden grains, fresh and plump ears of wheat, wild fruits still glistening with dew, dried fruits hidden in caves that they couldn't bear to eat, tender and juicy bamboo shoot maggots still wriggling...

The rats spontaneously supported their rat servant as king, and then watched as their rat king diligently selected the best "tribute" to offer to the billowing black mist over there.

"Squeak squeak squeak!!"

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

"Squeak squeak squeak!"

Occasionally, when Song Mo's gaze swept over, the rats would immediately scream and fall to the ground in large numbers, feigning death.

Animals have the sharpest intuition.

Even if they can't see Ayan, they will stay away from the shelter.

As for the end of the Song Dynasty?

Within a five-meter radius of her, there wasn't even a buzzing insect, and even birds seemed to intentionally or unintentionally avoid this area when landing.

It was as if this place was some kind of forbidden zone.

……

"I always feel like these mice...are they smarter than normal mice? Is that just my imagination?"

Song Mo stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought:

In these dungeons, players who die will immediately turn into ghosts.

In the real world, there are also rat spirits who are about to gain intelligence, and animals are all smarter than before—this is a phenomenon that existed before she came into this world.

Could she interpret this as the world itself undergoing some kind of change that is difficult for humans to understand?

This change might happen in years, centuries, or even millennia, happening quietly, day after day.

However, due to the short lifespan of humans, it is impossible to detect.

What are those dungeons and her "scriptwriting system"?

catalyst?

Pushing hands?

Ordinary people awaken to new professions, animals become spirits and speak, and the dead turn into ghosts—

If this continues, will the whole world experience a "revitalization"?

Like an invisible, enormous wave, she was completely unaware of the storm's approach, while she had already glimpsed the future.

Song Mo pinched the lump of rouge clay in his hand, his expression remaining calm.

Ah Yan floated over, staring curiously at the lump of clay in her hand, and said happily, "Sir, are you going to make me a new toy?"

She disassembled and pieced back together Liu Laosan's soul, which caused him to always lose things, such as fingers or eyeballs.

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he promised to make a container for her "toy".

"I guess so."

Song Mo kneaded the lump of mud in his palm and found that the texture was unusually fine, unlike river silt, but rather like specially prepared dough.

—The "top-grade paranormal sample," which officials carefully packed into a constant-temperature incubator and were reluctant to remove even a tiny bit from, was as plentiful in her hands as the yellow mud dug from the ridges of fields at the village entrance.

She can't enter the dungeon, but A'Zhu can.

Song Mo has recently been diligently practicing his skill, "Sculpting with Spirit."

And so, the vengeful ghost Azhu was sent by her to the "High School Ghost Stories" dungeon to dig mud.

……

……

At the end of the Song Dynasty, a piece of rouge clay the size of an egg was pinched off and rubbed in the palm of the hand.

Ah Yan squatted down to watch, her ghostly eyes, filled with blood and tears, creased together, and hesitated for a long time before daring not to comment.

The adults' sculpting skills... even the young servants in the Shen family used to sculpt things better than her—her main characteristic is that she does things as she pleases.

I tried to sculpt a bird, but the wings I made were uneven, one side longer than the other. After flapping twice, it crashed to the ground and scattered into a puddle of mud.

I tried to pinch the reptile; its six legs were as thin as cotton thread, and it would break off a pair after taking two steps, scattering faster than a flying bird.

Song Mo frowned, very seriously summarizing the reasons for the failure, and then tried to sculpt a mouse in the style of the servant.

As a result, its head was shaped to be larger than its body, and its legs were so short that they were almost invisible. After being imbued with spirit, that lump of "thing" could only roll on the ground.

Then, after rolling a couple of steps, it got stuck in a crevice between rocks; it was so stupid it was unbearable to watch.

……

After trying three or four times, Song Mo finally gave up on "exquisite shaping" and chose to settle for second best, starting to sculpt round lumps without hands or feet.

If it can roll, it can move; why insist on pursuing a specific shape?

As long as it can move, what do I need a bicycle for?

Song Mo sculpted the clay with great care, even dipping his fingertips in spring water to smooth the surface as much as possible.

Although it's still ugly, at least it doesn't feel prickly to the touch anymore.

She poked two small holes in the round clay body for eyes, and then used her fingernail to draw a curved line for a mouth, and a clay ghost was finished.

At first, the lump wobbled on the ground, then slowly "stood" up—

It basically bounced upwards, then hopped and bounced to her feet, circling around her ankles like a little potato spirit that had chosen its master.

Then came the second, the third...

Soon, seven or eight clay ghosts of various sizes surrounded Song Mo's feet.

The big ones are the size of a fist, and the small ones are only the size of a fingernail. Each one is round and plump, and when they bounce around, they make a slight thumping sound. They are stupidly uniform.

When she pinched the twentieth one, a text prompt slowly popped up.

[The screenwriter has detected the first batch of supernatural creatures created. Please name this species.]

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he glanced at the round, muddy lump at his feet and, without thinking, declared, "Let's call it a mud gourd."

It's made of clay, with a round belly like a gourd. It's simple, straightforward, and easy to remember.

……

[Paranormal Creature No. 004: Mud Gourd]

[Quality: Average]

Core Features:

1. Absolutely harmless: It has no offensive capabilities, is gentle and timid, likes to live in groups, and will curl up into a mud ball and play dead when disturbed.

2. Gossip Instinct: Naturally drawn to damp, dark corners and crevices, and enjoys eavesdropping on human conversations.

If the residents are diligent and tidy, and their homes have abundant yang energy, they will not want to stay. If the residents are lazy, dirty, and have heavy yin energy, they will gather and multiply in large numbers.

3. It is afraid of water and sunlight: it will melt when it comes into contact with water, and it will also slowly melt when exposed to direct sunlight for more than an hour. The mortality rate in the wild is extremely high in rainy weather.

4. Reproduction by fission: In a damp, dark environment, the melted mud can hatch 2-3 juvenile clay figures within 24 hours. They reproduce by fission without mating.

……

Creating these mud gourds took almost no effort from Song Mo, the screenwriter. She glanced at the attributes and reached out to poke the largest mud gourd at her feet.

The other person immediately stopped jumping around, tilted its round head back, and "looked" at her with its two small, hole-like eyes.

Despite lacking intelligence, and Song Mo not having equipped this race with a brain, the little creature seemed to possess self-awareness, rubbing against her fingertips.

……

"It suits me quite well."

Song Mo was so annoyed by the ugliness of his creations that he thought, "Oh well, if the kids are ugly, they're ugly. It won't cost the screenwriter any money."

Thinking about it that way, even the ugly ones seem somewhat pleasing to the eye.

Ah Yan floated over and spat out a breath of black gas at the group of mud gourds. The mud gourds fell to the ground, flattened into mud cakes, and then slowly swelled back into round shapes.

"Sir, they're so silly."

Ah Yan smiled, her lips pursed, the cinnabar beauty mark at the corner of her eye as vibrant as a drop of blood: "What are you going to make this for?"

"Being a little silly is good; being a little silly is cute."

At the end of the Song Dynasty, he picked up another piece of rouge clay and continued kneading it: "It will naturally be of great use."

While sculpting the clay ghost, she glanced at the situation in the three instances.

Everything went according to plan, without any major mishaps.

Unexpectedly, among this group of players, besides Su Ya, there were four other awakened professionals:

[Player...: Swordsman (Yellow)]

[Talent: Sword Mastery: When using swords, daggers, or other melee weapons, damage is increased by 15%, and weapon durability consumption is reduced by 20%.]

……

[(Player...): Cowherd (Green)]

[Talent: Acquainted with cattle, familiar with livestock habits, possesses strong perception, and can anticipate risks through animal reactions.]

[Active Skill: Bull's Eyes (Briefly gain a pair of bull's eyes, which can see invisible low-level spirits, traces of yin energy, and lingering resentment)]

Skill duration: 10 seconds, cooldown: 12 hours

……

[(Player...): Doctor (Green)]

[Passive Effect: Pharmacology Mastery: Identifies common herbs and basic healing medicines; reduces the cost of all healing items by 15%.]

……

[(Player...): Silkworm Girl (Yellow)]

[Passive Effect: Silkworm Molting - The user spins a cocoon, sheds their skin, and is reborn. Cooldown: 10 years.]

"A ten-year cooldown period...that makes sense, it's like a resurrection item, but considering how much potential this class has, its rating shouldn't be just yellow."

Song Mo raised an eyebrow, somewhat unsure about the occupational classification.

In the dungeon, Ouyang Qiu's sickly and weary appearance appears on screen.

Clearly, the second group also had a dispute regarding the selection of personnel for the mission.