The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 182: You and I...have no further connection!

As Zhang Mouyi's instruction fell, all extraneous noise vanished from the screening room.

There was no spotlight, but the gazes of everyone present were the most scorching spotlight, firmly fixed on the two figures in the center of the space.

Su Qingying's eyelashes trembled lightly like butterfly wings, then closed.

Everything around her—the scrutiny of capital, the speculation of peers—was instantly shut out.

Jiang Ci stood right beside her, able to clearly sense the rapid sedimentation of her aura.

It was a process of falling from the cool professionalism of the modern metropolis toward the ancient, primordial mysticism and compassion.

It was slow, yet unshakably firm.

She wasn't wearing any of the complex shamanic attire described in the script, only a simple, elegant modern gown.

Yet, when she opened her eyes again, everyone present held their breath in unison.

Those cool, clear eyes were brimming with a compassion that overlooked all living beings, and even more so, a bone-deep agony from being betrayed by one's closest kin.

She was no longer Su Qingying.

She was Ling Xi, the last legendary great shaman of the Shang Dynasty.

Her spine suddenly straightened, those slender shoulder blades actually supporting a tottering world of faith.

An intangible sense of majesty and sanctity emanated from her as the center.

Even breathing took on a sacrificial piety.

In the front row, the senior representative from Daylight Entertainment leaned forward slightly, the hand resting on his knee already unconsciously clenched into a fist.

The playful expressions on the faces of several investors completely vanished, replaced only by a focused attention that was firmly seized.

This was the power of a top-tier Best Actress.

No external trappings were needed; she alone could support the soul of a character.

Su Qingying raised her hand.

The movement was slow, her arm slender, her fingertips delicate.

A simple, unremarkable drawing-a-bow posture in reality.

Yet at this moment, every person present, whether the director accustomed to grand scenes or the picky capital representatives,

clearly "saw" a bow in their minds.

A phantom longbow formed of moonlight and resentment, taking shape in her hands.

The Lingxi Bow from the script.

Using the blood of the shaman to draw upon the spirit of heaven and earth, to slay all demons in the world.

Gu Huai's brow unconsciously furrowed.

He understood better than anyone that what Su Qingying was performing now had long surpassed simple "hatred."

It was the heart-wrenching pain of loving to the extreme, yet having to personally bury one's faith.

Her aura was Ling Xi herself.

The pressure was all on Jiang Ci.

How would he catch this "arrow"?

Su Qingying spoke.

Her voice was cool, yet each word was scalding and painful.

"Ye Chen."

She called out this name.

"I once believed you would protect both the human and demon realms, protect me, but look at what has become now—"

Her hand swept through the empty air, carrying endless disappointment and sorrow.

"Demonic energy corrodes the bones, you slaughter shamans indiscriminately, bring calamity upon living beings, even I have become an obstacle in your eyes!"

Each sentence heavier than the last.

Each sentence colder than the last.

"Your promise to stay together was false, your original intention was also false, wasn't it?"

The final accusation, its pitch suddenly rising high, like an ice spike piercing straight into the heart.

Everyone's hearts clenched fiercely along with it.

It was Jiang Ci's turn.

Everyone thought he would defend himself, would roar.

Yet he made no movement.

One second.

Two seconds.

Just as some people began to frown.

"Haa—"

A roar suppressed to the extreme, inhuman in sound, violently erupted from the depths of Jiang Ci's throat!

That sound was filled with beast-like pain and struggle, making many present uncontrollably shudder.

His body first curled violently inward, like a trapped beast with a chain tightening around its neck, every muscle trembling intensely.

Then, with an even more violent force, he fiercely straightened his spine.

The veins on his face bulged one by one.

His eyes locked dead onto that resolute figure ahead.

Two completely different emotions tore violently across his face.

To the woman he had loved for a lifetime, he roared with syllables that seemed torn apart:

"Ling Xi... it wasn't me..."

Every word expended all the strength in his body.

"The demonic energy... it controls me..."

"I haven't forgotten... haven't forgotten to protect you, protect both realms..."

His body swayed violently, as if the next second he would be utterly devoured by that "demonic energy."

Yet his gaze, that last remaining shred of clarity, remained stubbornly fixed on Su Qingying.

He reached out, wanting to touch her, yet his hand fell powerlessly halfway.

Finally, all the struggle transformed into a blood-weeping plea.

"Believe me..."

"I beg you..."

This "I beg you" sent shivers down the spines of everyone present.

That wasn't a line.

It was the final lament of a proud soul before falling into the abyss.

It was a man, staking everything, making his final plea to his only light.

Gu Huai's fingers gripping the armrest tightened abruptly.

On Zhang Mouyi's placid face, the lines were drawn taut, his fingers on the armrest unconsciously curling, knuckles protruding.

Even Su Qingying, that Su Qingying who had completely transformed into Ling Xi,

her body trembled with an almost imperceptible tremor because of Jiang Ci's earth-shattering performance.

She closed her eyes.

A tear, without warning, slid from the corner of her tightly closed eye.

That tear was the last trace of warmth, and the most thorough severance.

When she opened her eyes again, all the compassion and piercing pain in her gaze had vanished.

Su Qingying's movements changed.

She released the hand that was virtually holding the bowstring.

The movement was light as a feather.

Yet heavy as Mount Tai, severing a thousand-year bond.

Her tone was terrifyingly calm.

"Believe you?"

"Every time I believed you, it brought calamity upon living beings!"

"This seal seals your demonic energy, and also seals all my foolish affection for you—"

She enunciated each word, like the most severe judgment.

"From now on, peace for both human and demon realms, you and I... will have no further connection!"

The moment her words fell.

"Bang!" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

An invisible, tremendous force seemed to strike Jiang Ci's chest violently.

His body jerked backward, his feet scraping silent marks on the ground, finally being heavily "nailed" onto that imagined Divine Tree.

His eyes were wide open.

The last shred of clarity he had desperately maintained in his eyes was utterly extinguished at this moment.

Leaving only endless, solidified shock and pain.

His soul was nailed to eternal darkness by this arrow.

The performance ended.

Within the vast screening room, silence reigned.

No one clapped, no one spoke.

Everyone was immersed in that tragedy so devastating it stole their breath, unable to extricate themselves.

In the air, only the bone-deep chill brought by those words "no further connection" remained.

Until an utterly emotionless instruction shattered this dead silence.

Zhang Mouyi still sat in his original spot, not moving.

Looking at the two figures in the center still holding their final poses, he spoke coldly and firmly.

"Next scene."

"A Li, beneath the giant tree."