Seeing the carriage coming, the beggars who had been bullying "Red Lotus" scattered and fled, leaving only a dirty little beggar kneeling in the middle of the road.

"Get out of the way!" the coachman shouted, but he made no move to stop the carriage.

Judging from their posture, it looked like they were going to run over the little beggar alive!

When the people on the roadside saw this scene, some couldn't bear it and closed their eyes, while others who didn't close their eyes also hissed in shock.

"ah!"

"That child—"

The carriage ran over the little beggar, the carriage jolting and making the two people inside feel unsteady. The man reached out and put his arm around the woman's slender waist, asking in a low voice, "Are you alright?"

The woman gently shook her head.

Yuwen Qianyu curled his lips slightly, savoring the beauty's flustered state for a few moments before lifting the carriage curtain and asking in a cold voice, "What's going on?"

The coachman, who had hit the person without any fear or remorse, only showed a hint of fear when questioned by Yuwen Qianyu. "Young master, there was a little beggar in the middle of the road who didn't move aside when the carriage came..."

Upon hearing this, Yuwen Qianyu merely frowned, showing little concern for the life of a mere beggar.

He lowered the carriage curtain, intending to comfort the beauty again, but found that she was already looking over. "Young Master Yuwen, what was that bumpy thing just now?"

Yuwen Qianyu didn't care about the life of a little beggar, but he was still afraid of frightening the beauty, so he smiled and tried to brush it off, "It's nothing, just some pebbles!"

Just then, a cry of surprise rang out from the crowd: "My God! He's still alive!"

"Her hand is still moving!"

Fei Niang frowned slightly, lifted the carriage curtain, and looked back at the ground.

A ragged little beggar was lying on the ground. From her angle, she could see a pool of blood on the ground, which was obviously from the little beggar. But what was horrifying was that the little beggar's hands and legs were still moving.

This isn't just some small pebble being crushed; this is a living, breathing person!

Fei Niang felt a chill run down her spine.

The greed, anger, ignorance, and hatred in this world are truly filthy and unbearable, even worse than evil spirits!

A moment later, she suddenly sniffed the air, her expression changed abruptly, and she looked at the little beggar lying in a pool of blood.

"Fei Niang..." Yuwen Qianyu was stunned when he saw the beauty suddenly jump off the carriage. He hurriedly lifted his robe and got off the carriage as well.

Fei Niang ran to the little beggar's side, but when she was still a step away, she dared not approach.

But she was certain of the scent; it was the scent of their fox clan!

However, the fox clan aura on this little beggar was somewhat mixed, perhaps because he had spent too long in the mortal realm.

After hesitating for a moment, Fei Niang approached, squatted down, and gently stroked the little beggar's hair, her expression a mixture of sorrow and joy.

The little beggar's face was covered in blood. He tried to struggle but couldn't resist. He could only glare at her with eyes full of hatred!

That's hatred for humanity!

Fei Niang was stunned for a moment, and then an even greater sorrow welled up in her heart.

What could have happened to make her look so angry?

Fei Niang placed one hand on the little beggar's wrist and, out of sight of the crowd, channeled her magic into the little beggar to soothe her injuries.

"Red Lotus" noticed that the pain in her body had lessened a bit, and her angry eyes gradually turned blank as she stared blankly at the woman who was looking down at her with tears welling up in her eyes.

Yuwen Qianyu caught up with them.

Hearing footsteps, Fei Niang held back her tears, stood up and said, "Young Master Yuwen, this little beggar is quite pitiful. We bumped into her just now, so why don't we... give her some silver?"

Exposed for his lie, Yuwen Qianyu felt a moment of embarrassment, but it quickly turned into a hearty laugh as he took a money pouch from his waist. "How much silver do you think is appropriate, Fei Niang? Would a thousand taels be enough?"

The onlookers were all stunned and dumbfounded when they heard "one thousand taels".

A thousand taels of silver is more than an average family could spend in ten lifetimes!

This little beggar has no parents. If he dies, wouldn't he be unable to enjoy this thousand taels of silver?

Some people in the crowd exchanged glances, their eyes turning sinister as they circled the little beggar lying in a pool of blood.

Fei Niang smiled meaningfully and said, "Young Master Yuwen is indeed very generous. There's a saying in the streets that the Yuwen family is richer than a country, and it's true."

"Haha," Yuwen Qianyu thought, whether it was a compliment or something else, he felt very comfortable. "Fei Niang is also different from ordinary women. With such a kind heart, no wonder she is also blessed with a beautiful appearance! And she can play a heavenly tune."

After a brief chat, Yuwen Qianyu casually tossed the money pouch in front of the little beggar and left with Fei Niang.

Fei Niang turned back twice along the way, staring at the little beggar with complicated emotions. Thinking about her current situation, her heart was like a turbulent sea.

The camera glided slowly along the camera track on the ground, and the last shot was focused on the little beggar's face covered in blood. She stared blankly in the direction where the carriage was slowly leaving until it was out of sight. Suddenly, she took out the steamed bun she had hidden in her bosom and began to swallow it frantically.

The steamed bun was dirty and hard, stained with blood and dust, but she ate it quickly and hurriedly, as if she was afraid that if she ate too slowly, someone else would snatch it away.

OK!

The director made a gesture, and the script supervisor ran over with the clapperboard, telling everyone to start packing up and putting away the props.

Bi Xie's costume was mostly stained with blood from the blood bag, and there was blood in his mouth as well. When he heard that it was time to wrap up, he breathed a sigh of relief, tugged at his collar, and spat out several mouthfuls of bloody saliva.

Fortunately, she had practiced this scene repeatedly, and she got it right in one take.

Otherwise she would have to smear mud all over her face!

There has been no rain these days, and the crew used a water truck to create the illusion of rain. If there are repeated takes, I don't know what will happen to her dirty costume.

She had just entered the entertainment industry, and the original owner of the body, An Xie, was also only a novice, not understanding many things.

The five ghosts floated under the parasol reserved for the executive director and several co-directors. After she finished filming, they all floated over, whispering in ghostly language, "It's a wrap! It's a wrap! May the whole world rejoice!"

"Eat watermelon, eat watermelon!"

Bi Xie was indeed hungry. She had come to the film and television base this morning, intending to have breakfast before going in, but she didn't expect the film and television base to be so big. She could only buy two steamed buns and eat them while trying to find her way.

After driving for more than half the distance, I found out that the film studio base had a shuttle bus service. I just needed to give them my destination and take the shuttle.

She was so upset!

After changing back into his clothes and washing the mud and fox fur off his face, Bi Xie walked out of the dressing room looking dejected.

On a sweltering day, although I had taken off my dirty costume, I was covered in sweat and felt sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

Moreover, in the previous scene, because "Hong Ou" was a fox-person and still young, her fox fur had not been completely shed, so she had to stick a layer of fake fox fur on her body. If she didn't wash it off, her whole body would itch.