The names of the ordinary players who had accidentally entered the Taiping Cemetery Instance flashed through Song Mo's mind.
Old Zhang?
He was too cowardly and weak-willed, only capable of running when faced with danger. Even if he awakened a class, he wouldn't be able to display much combat capability.
Wang Lei? Greedy and afraid of death, not to be trusted.
Lin Hao? He was already crippled, and his mental state was unstable; he was of no use at all.
Su Ya and Chen Xi?
They were special viewers with their own exclusive Talent Classes. They didn't need these two cards.
“Perhaps I can pay more attention to the players in the future and select suitable candidates to distribute the cards to.”
Song Mo stroked her chin, put away the two Class Identity Cards, and then retrieved the material, the Red-Clothed Twin Ghost Children.
Unlike the Route 404 Bus Ghost, the Red-Clothed Twin Ghost Children had no physical form, appearing only as a sphere of blood-red light.
The moment the red light sphere detached from the text, the temperature in the entire rental apartment plummeted by more than ten degrees.
The water droplets on the concrete walls instantly froze, and a thin white mist slowly rose from the floor.
The air filled with a heavy smell of burning, blood, and pungent sulfur.
【It hurts!】
【Save me! Someone save us!】
【Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!】
【It hurts! It hurts so much!】
【Sobbing Save me, save us!】
【Kill! Kill!】
【I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this! I refuse to accept this!】
...
Countless sharp, ghostly shrieks instantly pierced Song Mo's eardrums, feeling as if a myriad of sharp knives were churning inside her brain. Without hesitation, she threw the red light sphere back.
【Mid-Grade Supernatural Material: Red-Clothed Twin Ghost Children:
(In the seventeenth year of the Wanli reign of the Ming Dynasty, the wife of the Zhao family in Panshe Village of the Qian region gave birth to conjoined fraternal twins. The boy, with a black mole under his left eye, was named A'zhu; the girl, with a vermilion mole under her right eye, was named A'yan. The villagers deemed them a demonic birth and an ill omen, intending to drown them in the Snake Pool.
At that time, a member of the Shen family of Jinling was passing through. Hearing of this, he purchased them for a hundred copper coins and presented them to the young master, Shen Wenxuan... Shen Wenxuan regarded them as rare treasures, imprisoning them in a secret chamber and forcing them to wear red clothing to entertain his guests...
...The twins shared a telepathic connection and possessed peerless beauty. The Shen family's guests scrambled to gaze upon them, throwing gold around like dirt.
...In the thirty-fifth year of the Wanli reign, Shen Wenxuan attempted to defile A'yan. The twins resisted to the death... Enraged, Shen Wenxuan falsely accused them of colluding with bandits and practicing Miaojiang witchcraft to destroy the entire Shen household.
On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month that year, the Shen family bound the twins at a crossroads, piled firewood around them, and burned them.
The fire raged for three days and nights without ceasing. The commoners crowded around to watch, throwing stones and shouting curses.
...Before dying, the twins made a blood oath: “We were born conjoined, and we shall die as twin ghosts. All one hundred and nineteen members of the Shen clan shall be buried with us!”
That very night, the red-clothed twin ghosts manifested in the Shen manor. Not a single soul among the one hundred and nineteen members of the Shen clan was spared, not even the dogs and chickens.
...Later, a Daoist priest from Mount Longhu passed by. Seeing the resentment soaring to the heavens, he set up an altar to perform a ritual...
...After a bitter battle lasting three days and nights, he finally subdued the twin ghosts and cast them into the Slaughtering Hell of Mount Yin, condemning them to suffer the torture of the mountain of knives and the sea of fire forever, never to be reincarnated.】
【The twin ghost children are on the verge of losing control, possessing intense hostility toward all living beings.】
...
“Too dangerous. I must be fully prepared next time; I can't just casually interact with these materials.”
Song Mo wiped the blood that had trickled from her ear onto her cheek, attempting to use her creative abilities to reduce the hostility on the two ghosts.
She wanted to find herself two subordinates, not seek her own death.
These two materials weren't as gentle as the Bus Ghost. If she let them out to go on a killing spree, she would likely be targeted by the heavy hand of justice.
【Character Design 1: ...A'zhu and A'yan were enlightened and purified by an eminent monk after their deaths...】
【Creation failed.】
【Character Design 2: After A'zhu and A'yan were born, they received parental love, and the villagers were friendly...】
【Creation failed.】
【Character Design 3: After the twins were taken by the Shen family, they were adopted as foster daughter and son, and the Shen family treated them with great courtesy...】
【Creation failed.】
【Character Design 4: ...A'zhu and A'yan escaped the Shen household at the age of eighteen and later died of old age...】
【Creation failed.】
...
【Character Design 26: ...After the twins took their revenge, they did not slaughter the innocent, and they were purified by a Daoist from Mount Longhu, letting go of their hatred...】
...
【Creation failed.】
...
【Creation failed.】
【Prompt: The Red-Clothed Twin Ghost Children are a complete obsession entity. All of their power originates from their personal experiences and obsessions. Their character design and background are deeply bound to the origin of their spiritual bodies. Forcible modification will lead to the collapse of the spiritual body and the complete destruction of the material.】
【Creation failed.】
...
Song Mo was a little disappointed, but not surprised.
The twin ghost children were a complete material, much like a fully created character. If she modified their experiences, it would be equivalent to denying the very existence of the material.
It was like messily rewriting someone else's original character.
“Since their experiences cannot be modified, I can only work on their personality and other settings.”
Song Mo recalled the times in her past life when she wrote scripts for others. In some TV dramas, screenwriters would pile every possible setting onto the protagonist.
For example, what if the audience loved to see “beautiful, powerful, yet tragic” characters? Then the screenwriter would stack various miserable and ridiculous backstories onto the protagonist.
Orphaned?
No, no, no, that wasn't tragic or bizarre enough. It was best if the protagonist's parents had some hidden identity, with some deep-seated blood feud or family hatred wedged between them, ultimately resulting in the protagonist being hunted by everyone and labeled an “ill omen” from the moment they were born.
Hunted from birth—was the protagonist tragic enough?
Miserable to the extreme.
But the problem was that the protagonist also had to be powerful. So when the screenwriter wanted to make sense of it all, they had to give the protagonist cheat-like abilities.
It was best if the protagonist possessed some special constitution, or at the very least, photographic memory, a genius talent for martial arts, or perhaps born with spiritual bones or a natural sword constitution.
In the entertainment industry, scripts were often dictated by what the audience wanted to see and what the capital chose to produce. Screenwriters simply took the money and did the work, endlessly stuffing settings into the script.
Sometimes, there were so many settings that even the screenwriters themselves couldn't remember them all.
Thus, every screenwriter possessed a superpower: no matter how terrible or nonsensical a setting was, as long as they introduced a new setting, they could instantly bring it back to life.
Naturally, as a mature screenwriter, Song Mo had also masterfully grasped this technique.
...
Ah, that was getting too off-topic—
Song Mo pulled herself out of her memories and eagerly began a new round of creation:
【Character Design 49: ...The twin ghosts entered the Slaughtering Hell of Mount Yin, condemned to suffer the torture of the mountain of knives and the sea of fire forever, never to be reincarnated.
Until the current era, one day, an earthquake struck Mount Yin, tearing open a massive rift in the Slaughtering Hell. Driven by a mysterious force, the remnant souls of the twin ghosts escaped from hell and returned to the mortal realm...】
【Character Design 50: ...The twin ghosts were deeply terrified and swore loyalty to Song Mo, pledging never to betray their master. If they ever harbored any treacherous thoughts, they would immediately fall back into hell.】
【Character Design 51: ...Should the twin ghosts ever harbor thoughts of betrayal, leaking secrets, or harming their master, they would instantly be reduced to ashes and eternally banished to the underworld.】
【This design consumes 200 Screenwriter Points. Confirm modifications?】
“Confirm modifications.”
【Character design successfully perfected! This creation consumed 200 Screenwriter Points. Remaining Screenwriter Points: 130】
The moment the ink-wash text drifted away, the red light sphere symbolizing the Red-Clothed Twin Ghost Children violently exploded!
【Ahhhhhhh—】
【Kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill! Kill!】
【It hurts so much! It hurts so much! It hurts so much!】
Resentment of biblical proportions swept through the entire room like a tsunami. Two red figures separated from the light sphere as countless viscous, turbid thoughts of malice spread out almost physically—
The scent of burnt flesh wafted through the air, and black blood dripped onto the floor, emitting a sizzling sound as plumes of black smoke spiraled upward.
Hundreds of years of pent-up resentment and hatred gushed out. If any player were present, they would surely see the terrifying yin energy hovering over the rental apartment, almost visible to the naked eye.
Song Mo stood her ground, letting the overwhelming resentment wash over her.
Strangely, however, the moment the resentment came within a few centimeters of her, it dissolved into nothingness, leaving behind only a gentle breeze that lightly ruffled the stray hairs near her ears.
Two shadows landed on the floor. Even the midsummer sunlight shining through the window could not dispel the bone-chilling cold.
After a long while, the two shadows finally regained their senses. Gazing blankly at the world, they knelt down heavily:
“Your sinful servant, A'zhu.” / “Your sinful servant, A'yan.”
“Kowtows to thank our Master of Rebirth.”
It worked!
Seeing the name prompts hovering over the two ghosts' heads, Song Mo lightly clenched her fist.
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