Fengyan Ancient Town, located in the northwestern desert, is a relic of ancient wars.

It is said that a general who swore to defend his country to the death once came from this place, and thus the tradition has been preserved for generations.

Over the years, it has been continuously renovated and repaired, and has become a well-known tourist attraction.

"The Yuelai Inn behind us is where General Huwei once led his troops to garrison and rest, and it will serve as the guest dormitory for this episode."

After the assistant director finished his introduction, he then introduced the new guest who was there to fill the vacancy left by Yu Bai to the camera.

Then comes the familiar card-drawing process to determine identity.

Xia Linyuan is the innkeeper, Bei Sijia is the owner of a brothel, and the others are all commoners.

"But this time, there are two identities that the guests who draw the civilian identity card need to compete for."

As the assistant director spoke, he had two sets of costumes brought in.

It was a general's silver armor, and it even came with a steel sword.

The set included a scholar's gray linen robe and a book box.

The assistant director first pointed to the silver armor and began to explain.

"This is a symbol of a general's status. Everyone can volunteer to participate by performing a sword dance, and the audience will vote on the spot. The person who receives the most votes will be granted the status of a general."

"Having the status of a general gives you the opportunity to disregard all rules and command anyone to do anything with just a word, including guests and the production team."

"Now, guests who wish to volunteer to compete for the title of general, please raise your hands."

Among the six ordinary people, Shang Yijue was completely focused on Bei Sijia and had no intention of participating.

The new guests were unfamiliar with the place and were unwilling to compete, and the two girls did not raise their hands because they did not know how to handle knives.

Therefore, only Si Jin and Lu Wenshu remained who were willing to compete.

Seeing the person who raised their hand at the same time as him, Lu Wenshu immediately chuckled softly: "Jinjin, I remember you're the lead singer of a boy band, you wouldn't know how to handle weapons like swords, would you?"

"I know Sanda (Chinese kickboxing), and I've even handled weapons while filming. You can't beat me."

"If you really want it... why don't you call me 'Brother Shushu' and I'll give up the general's position and not participate in the competition, okay?"

After saying that, he gave Si Jin a greasy wink, thinking that his flirtatious and cunning manner would surely win her heart.

Everyone around was speechless.

Xia Linyuan's eyes were deep, as if he could rush up and cripple someone at any moment.

However, just as he was about to take a step, he saw Si Jin take two steps forward and suddenly draw a gleaming steel sword from beside his armor.

His posture was upright, and his sword strikes were powerful.

He quickly demonstrated an extremely beautiful set of sword techniques.

The boy's sword strike was powerful and domineering, quickly disrupting the surrounding air and even changing the direction in which the falling leaves drifted.

The barrage of comments only paused for a moment before bursting into a screen full of praise.

Wow, Nan Sijin is so handsome! My Sijin wife is so handsome!!!

[Why do I have this feeling that Jinjin really was a general? Give him a knife and he can kill without leaving a trace?]

These moves require real skill to execute! So cool!!!

Five minutes later, the blade fell.

Si Jin took a step forward and stood in front of Lu Wenshu. With one last move, she placed a steel knife directly at his neck.

The icy cold air pressed against his carotid artery, as if it would sever his head at any moment.

Lu Wenshu's breath hitched, and his face immediately turned deathly pale.

His heart leaped into his throat. Just as he was about to say something, Si Jin sheathed his knife, casually tossed the hilt to him, and coldly reminded him, "Your turn."

As the hilt fell into his hand, the heavy weight of the blade caused Lu Wenshu, who was gripped by fear, to bend over and almost kneel on the ground.

It takes both hands to lift the knife.

This knife... is so heavy and so cold.

This is different from the prop knife he used when he was wielding a knife!

Holy crap! Has this production team gone mad?

He's a romantic acquaintance, and even holding a real knife would be difficult for him, how could he possibly wield it? How could he possibly... be better than Nan Sijin?