On the first night of returning home in silence, the ghosts revived. The mandrill dragged the clan members away, and the candles in the ancestral hall were extinguished. He held his father's relics - a dilapidated genealogy, shivering in the darkness. At dawn, he unexpectedly discovered that he could rewrite entries on the family tree with blood. Rewrite [Rice Jar], and the empty jar will be filled instantly; rewrite [Water Well], and the well water will turn into talisman water; rewrite [Door God], and the New Year paintings on the door will come to life, guarding the courtyard with a mace. Others fight for a piece of moldy cake, and his warehouse is filled with supplies; others are dragged down the river by water ghosts, but he rewrites the [fishing net] and fishes out the century-old river god. When the Strange Territory swallowed up the surrounding villages, he rewrote the [Land Deed] and added the entire mountain to his own territory. Sneaking siege, he rewrote the [ancestral tablet], and seven ancestors crawled out of the coffin, holding mourning sticks: Who dares to touch the only seedling of the Shen family? But that day, laughter came from the strange realm: "Boy, the entries you rewrote are all leftovers from my games back then." Shen Mo looked at the blacked-out name on the last page of the family tree. She was silent for three seconds, bit her finger, and wrote her own name above the name.
