She hadn't been shedding for a long time, but for some reason, she started shedding again today.

The camera was pointed at "Red Lotus Root." She went back to her room, took out a large robe, wrapped herself up completely, and continued to work in the kitchen. However, as she cooked, the pot of porridge in front of "Red Lotus Root" began to sway, and finally, with a thud, she collapsed to the ground.

It turned out that what was sloshing around wasn't the pot of porridge, but the "red lotus root" itself.

Another camera lens was pointed at "He Shifang".

After Hongou left, he first stared coldly at her back and sneered, as if laughing at her foolishness. But after a while, the smile disappeared, and his handsome face showed an inscrutable expression. Then, he pushed his wheelchair to the flower bed and stared blankly at the soft soil that had been dug up.

Buried in this soil are those fox demons who were tortured and had their blood drained to death.

Not all fox demons who died while making "Heavenly Fox Incense" are buried here. Only those fox demons with high magical power, whose resentment lingers after death and cannot be suppressed by the demonic cultivators, will remember him, the former national advisor, and secretly bury the corpses of those dead fox demons in this flower garden.

He Shifang stared coldly at the soft soil. If he had previously thought that these fox demons deserved to die and his expression was cold and even cruel, then at this moment, there was something different in his expression.

Zhang Shu gestured for the camera to zoom in on him, and sensing the director's tension, the cameraman also held his breath slightly.

The next instant, the screen clearly showed the sorrowful expression on He Shifang's face.

This brief look of sorrow was fleeting; in an instant, he regained his indifferent, detached expression.

The vengeful spirit of the fox demon buried in the flowerbed had not yet subsided. He could not hear the fox demon's miserable howls and anger, but he could accurately see the location of the vengeful spirit. He pushed his wheelchair to a spot, formed a hand seal, and was about to strike when his expression suddenly changed.

The massive array set up in the camellia garden had actually malfunctioned.

Just as He Shifang was about to make up for this oversight, he suddenly smelled a thick, heavy demonic aura and looked up sharply in one direction.

That's the direction of the kitchen.

Almost without thinking, He Shifang pushed his wheelchair himself and quickly headed towards the kitchen.

The scene shifts, and when "Red Lotus" wakes up, she is already lying on the couch.

Her breathing was rapid, her face was flushed, and her whole body felt as if it were on fire, burning hot. She was completely delirious from the heat, her eyes were glazed, and she only knew that she was in great pain, her body was both aching and hot, and she felt like she was going to die.

She groaned in pain, her hands involuntarily tearing at her clothes.

He Shifang sat by the couch, his usually calm and aloof face now extremely tense. He should have slapped the little fox whose demonic power had awakened to death, but when he reached out, he only managed to press down on the restless hand of "Hong Ou" that was tearing at her clothes.

Just a touch sent a jolt through my body, and my expression froze for a moment.

Zhang Shu stared at the camera lens, watching this scene. His brows furrowed slightly, and he was about to yell "Cut!" when Xiao Jing suddenly adjusted himself. Although his fingers trembled slightly when they touched the "red lotus root," he still restrained the woman's restless hands with a cold and hard face.

The restless woman, now subdued, became agitated and raised her hand to strike.

He Shifang's face darkened as he watched the woman's slap coming at him. He raised his right hand and grabbed her wrist.

Xiao Jingyi was completely immersed in the role, staring blankly at the little demon struggling and suffering on the bed. In his original understanding, demons were evil and should be killed. However, after spending time with this ignorant, fearless, and occasionally stupid little demon these days, his thoughts had quietly changed without him even realizing it.

Once he realized this idea, he couldn't accept it and dared not face it.

So he wanted Hongou to leave.

But at this moment, he didn't know whether he wanted her to leave because he didn't want to change his belief in exorcising demons or because he didn't want to see her turn into a demon and kill her with his own hands.

"Mother, Mother... Father, don't kill Mother, don't kill Ou Bao..." Hong Ou murmured in her sleep, her brows furrowed.

She waved wildly, her other hand landing on the back of He Shifang's hand that was gripping her wrist; the hot, wet palm felt sticky.

He Shifang frowned slightly, showing extreme disgust, but did not wave it away.

"Mother, don't leave Oubao, Mother, don't die, don't..."

"Father, it will hurt Mother. Please don't take Mother's blood anymore, it will hurt her!"

"No...don't hit me, I'm not a monster, I haven't hurt anyone, I'm not a monster, please don't hit me..."

"Waaah... Don't hit me, I'm not a monster, I'm not a monster!"

The woman sobbed and spoke incoherently. He Shifang merely moved a finger, and she was so frightened that she covered her head and curled up into a ball.

He Shifang's body stiffened even more, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

After a long silence, he sighed, his tone mocking, and with a flick of his fingers brushed away the strands of hair stuck to the woman's forehead by sweat, muttering, "So demonic, yet she claims she's not a monster."

As he said this, the camera lens precisely captured the barely perceptible helpless smile on He Shifang's lips.

In the play "The Legend of the Heavenly Fox", it is not explicitly stated that "He Shifang" and "Hongou" are a couple, but Lu Ming writes about their relationship in a hazy and ambiguous way, leaving readers confused.

Therefore, it is especially challenging for actors to perform this role, since without a clear direction, they naturally do not know how to grasp the emotions of the character.

Previously, when Bi Xie and Xiao Jingyi were filming scenes depicting the ambiguous relationship between "Hong Ou" and "Xiao Jingyi", one scene involving facial expressions required more than ten takes before it was finally approved. Director Zhang was naturally very nervous this time, worried that the two would have to do more than ten takes again.

Zhang Shu mentally bowed to all the Buddhas in the sky, staring intently at the camera, barely daring to breathe.

He Shifang's lips twitched slightly as he wiped away the woman's tears, but the tears flowed like beads from a broken string, leaving his long, slender fingers wet. No matter how he wiped them away, he couldn't get rid of them.

“That’s it,” He Shifang sighed.

With a flick of his hand, the gauze curtains fell.

"Lighting technician!" Zhang Shu shouted excitedly without speaking, his expression thrilled. He clenched his right fist and slammed it against his left palm, clearly extremely satisfied with the scene.

In fact, it was time to wrap up and take a break at this point in the performance.

But Zhang Shu didn't yell "cut," and no one dared to stop. The lighting technician immediately adjusted the lights, and the photographer's lens was also aimed at the two overlapping figures inside the bed curtains.

A photographer was about to carry his camera in to film, but Zhang Shu gestured to stop him.

The lighting technician and the staff nearby understood each other and immediately turned down the lights.