Chapter 8: Wangxian: The Four Immortals' Bloody Drama
Li Lan is still a little scared after replying to fans' private messages.
She just heard the sound of metal cutting above her head. As soon as she looked up, she saw the iron frame swooping down. Her mind went blank and she had only one thought: It's over!
But strangely, an irresistible force suddenly surged from behind her shoulders, easily pushing her away, and even helped Chen Songling in front of her to avoid the disaster.
After she looked around in shock, she found that apart from two colleagues who had fallen to the ground, there was no one who pushed her!
For some reason, she suddenly remembered that Long Zhu patted her shoulder at that very spot.
It must be a coincidence!
Perhaps it was really her sixth sense and the desire to survive that unleashed some kind of physical potential. She had always been good at sports and had even won the sprint championship in college.
After some rationalization and self-consistency, Li Lan no longer felt resentful.
As soon as this incident happened, everyone was busy and overwhelmed, especially the publicity and public relations team, who were both happy and worried. The attention increased, but the situation almost worsened. Several leaders made countless phone calls, and the final conclusion was - to start up normally according to the original schedule.
“Three, two, one—”
The lights were in place, and the actors quickly got into the mood and began to perform.
Wen Ruojie plays the role of "Princess Qingning", who is wearing a red and blue princess's phoenix robe, a phoenix feather and pearl crown on her head, and is standing by the railing.
Her facial features are already rich and bright, and now she looks even more gorgeous and graceful, with an extraordinary demeanor.
Yin Chuan was wearing a dark black robe, with a feminine makeup and fierce eyes.
He is the princess's official match - the heartless and merciless demon "Xuan Ming".
Xuanming cultivated Taoism for a thousand years, determined to attain immortality, but was severely struck by a heavenly thunder during a calamity of self-examination. Hatring the ruthlessness of heaven, he committed evil, hoping to bring the entire human world down with him.
He challenged the monarch of the ancient Shu Kingdom: "If you kill yourself, I will spare your people. Otherwise, I will massacre everyone in the city for a thousand miles tomorrow."
The king's hair turned white overnight, but the young Princess Qingning stepped forward bravely and proposed a bet with the monster, thus saving the people.
This scene is the first meeting between the two protagonists.
Yin Chuan’s acting skills are solid, and he quickly establishes the violent and abnormal image of “Xuan Ming”.
"Oh? You're just a weak woman, why would you bet with me?"
Wen Ruojie neither avoided nor feared, looking up at the great demon that dominated the life and death of all people, his voice trembling and then firm.
"Please give me three years. I have a way to make you happier than slaughtering the whole city."
Yin Chuan said "Oh" disdainfully and said sarcastically, "Tell me about it."
"If I win, please leave. If I lose, I will voluntarily jump off the platform and be buried with you!... You've lived for a thousand years, so three years is nothing to you. This is a guaranteed win."
Wen Ruojie's lines were clear and his emotions were on point. As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhang Huai in front of the surveillance screen kept giving him thumbs up. He called "cut" before the next segment so that the leading actor could touch up his makeup and drink water.
"How strange."
Li Lan was also on the set, and amidst the crazy praise, a discordant voice interrupted.
Looking back, Long Zhu was squatting on top of seven or eight layers of apple boxes, looking down at him and eating an apple he had picked up from the altar.
The mop that always accompanies him was still lying across his feet.
Li Lan quickly asked her to come down.
Someone on the crew was quite superstitious. I accidentally sat on a box to rest before, and was scolded by my supervisor. And yet, I actually piled up seven or eight dragon bamboos in one go...
Long Zhu ignored him and continued to discuss the plot: "He's already a thousand years old, and he still wants to massacre the city. How strange."
Li Lan was stunned for a moment: "What's so strange about this? The male protagonist is a demon, so he really has no emotions at the beginning. But later he falls in love with the female protagonist and becomes kind. It's quite melodramatic when you think about it, but the audience loves it."
Long Zhu took another bite of the apple and leaned his head listlessly.
"I don't understand why I've lived for a thousand years and still find myself doing such a heavy job."
Massacre means killing people hundreds of times, and just thinking about it makes me tired.
It would be better to sleep in the soil for a few hundred more years, and maybe just die in your sleep - how wonderful that would be.
Li Lan didn't understand what Long Zhu was expecting all of a sudden. The male floor attendant next to him noticed something was wrong and pointed up high and yelled:
"Hey, you up there! Do you understand the rules? Come down now!"
Seeing that the other party was indifferent, the male stagehand walked over cursing and reached out to hit the box.
He looked up to accuse her again, but saw the woman with a gloomy face sitting high up above him. Her face did not move at all, only her eyes looked down coldly at him.
The male stagehand suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and before he could react, he slipped and fell, causing seven or eight apple boxes to collapse with a loud crash, causing the director to take off his headset and look back with a frown.
"What's wrong?!"
"I was careless--" The male stagehand hurriedly stood up by holding the edge of the box. He thought the woman must have been injured from the fall, but he didn't see any other figures in the mess.
Li Lan quickly helped him up: "Are you okay?"
The male staff waved his hands awkwardly: "It's okay, that just now..."
He paused and saw Long Zhu standing leisurely two or three meters away, with her forearm resting on the mop handle, and continuing to chew on the apple she had not finished.
The male field worker's palms were sweating.
Such a long distance...what's going on?
There was no time for him to figure it out, the director shouted "Start" over the loudspeaker.
This time, the leading female character and the second female character are acting together indoors.
Wen Ruojie was wearing a crepe pajamas with auspicious patterns, and was sniffing a bunch of dew-drenched wild flowers with a gentle expression.
Jiang Bei plays the princess's attendant "Tunan" who smiles and talks as he helps the princess remove the hairpins from her temples.
"He was willing to risk his life to pluck this flower from the fairy mountain. It seems he has fallen deeply in love with the princess... Your plan has indeed succeeded!"
Wen Ruojie sighed: "There is still one year left."
"Tunan, if I regret it later, you must wake me up."
Jiang Bei was stunned and heartbroken: "Could it be that the princess is...really in love with him?"
Wen Ruojie stroked the petals and said, "How ridiculous! I don't know where the love comes from, but it's so deep."
"Ku! Costume and makeup team, please straighten your collar."
It's not over yet, because the radio team reported that the background noise is too loud, so we have to take another one.
When filming started for the second time, Zhang Huai put on a headset and concentrated on monitoring the live sound.
"Tunan, if I regret it later, you must wake me up."
So far, so normal.
Jiang Bei's emotions were still very full: "Could it be that the princess really fell in love with him??!"
At this moment, for some unknown reason, the light in the studio suddenly became visibly dim. There was clearly no malfunction in the lighting equipment, but there was an invisible shadow quietly spreading in front of the camera.
Wen Ruojie stroked the flower petals, and his expression, which should have been gentle, became dull and cold. His eyes suddenly lost their luster, and his voice became sharp and piercing. He was actually reciting a strange and sinister line from a play.
"...My soul will be scattered, my body will be burned in the fire of the earth, and I will die without a burial. Only then will this resentment end..."
Then came a series of chilling whispers. Jiang Bei was the closest to them and felt a chill down his spine.
The on-site staff then realized something was wrong, and the director kept shouting "Cut", but Wen Ruojie was still lost in her emotions until Jiang Bei nervously pushed her, and she came back to her senses.
"What's wrong, Director Zhang? Do you want to save another one?"
Wen Ruojie was completely unaware of his recent condition and smiled as usual.
"What happened to you? What were you singing?"
Wen Ruojie blinked blankly, as if stumped by this sudden question.
"I'm just going through the motions normally... Singing? Who's singing, and what's it about?"
For a moment, the studio fell silent, and everyone exchanged glances nervously.
Zhang Huai suppressed his speculation in a certain direction and pretended to be calm and asked Jiang Bei: "You were close just now, tell me."
Jiang Bei was indeed frightened just now.
Keren's memory is sometimes very strange. As long as the atmosphere does not continue, after a while she will doubt whether it was an illusion.
After all, Wen Ruojie in front of him looked extremely normal.
Not wanting to offend his senior, Jiang Bei hesitated for a moment and said, "Actually, I didn't hear it clearly either. It might be some noise somewhere."
"Zhang... Director Zhang!" The director of photography suddenly waved his hands incoherently, "Replay this, what it shows is..."
Several people surrounded the monitor, watching the replay with bated breath. You could hear a pin drop in the venue.
The picture froze at the moment when Wen Ruojie was speaking his last lines.
There are no normal lines, nor any strange theatrical tunes.
She is smiling.
Staring straight at the camera without blinking, he kept grinning.
The longer I looked at it, the more I felt that it didn't look like a real person, but a plastic model with poor workmanship.
"Ah!" Jiang Bei only took a glance, and the terrible memory just now became completely clear and concrete.
Wen Ruojie's face also turned pale: "Is this the expression I had just now? This..."
There was a commotion in the studio.
A moment later, Zhang Huai asked someone to clean up the altar for the opening ceremony and brought it into the studio. He happened to meet assistant director Lin Sen, Yin Chuan, Chen Songling and others coming from Group B.
"Director Zhang, why don't you put these away?"
Lin Sen's Mandarin is not very standard. He often lives abroad and has always been indifferent to the superstitious worship of gods and Buddhas in the mainland.
In fact, he did not have any other beliefs. He just went to church occasionally to listen to poetry and used this as an excuse.
Zhang Huai stuffed three incense sticks into the hands of the others and said, "Staying in the scenic area for the next two days will disturb the gods. Let's pray again."
Yin Chuan found it funny, but still nodded in agreement.
Lin Sen scoffed. He glanced at his watch indifferently and said, "We still have to fight for the first light tomorrow. Let's call it a day. Everyone is tired. Let's go to the hotel and have a good rest."
In terms of fame, Lin Sen is not as famous as Zhang Huai.
But he has extensive experience and international connections, and has the capital to be arrogant.
Zhang Huai knew that Lin Sen didn't believe it, so he didn't try to persuade him. He just took a few of the main actors to burn incense again.
Of course, Chen Songling didn't care about all this. He took the incense and was about to bend down perfunctorily, but unexpectedly, a pair of hands reached out from the side and pinched out the incense head that was still sparking.
"It's you again!" Chen Songling took a step back and looked at the gloomy woman with lingering fear.
When he got closer, he realized that the nails on the two fingers the other person used to hold the incense were dark blue and purple. At first glance, he thought it was nail polish, but upon closer inspection, it looked like they were bruised after being hit by a heavy object.
Long Zhu rubbed his fingertips slightly, but seemed not to feel the heat.
She pinched a little and licked it expressionlessly.
Chen Songling's facial features wrinkled up as he watched.
"Chen Fujun, you use this."
She stuffed a few more red incense sticks into the man's hand and said calmly:
"Don't talk to anyone, including me, when you get back to your room tonight."
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