The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 187: "Killing" From the Drama to Off-Set!

Zhang Mouyi's voice instantly cut through all the noise on the film set.

"Everyone except Group A, get out."

As soon as the words fell, the staff who were still chatting instantly fell silent.

One by one, they lowered their heads, efficiently packed up their things, and quickly evacuated this low-pressure center.

In the blink of an eye, only the core photography and lighting crew, along with a few main actors enveloped by this oppressive atmosphere, remained in the vast man-made forest area.

"Lighting, lower the main light source." Zhang Mouyi's instructions continued.

"I want the light and shadow in the forest to be more eerie. Bring out the sense of oppression."

The lighting technician immediately understood. Several high-power lamps were dimmed.

The light filtered through the gaps in the leaves and branches of the artificial trees, casting mottled, twisted shadows on the ground.

The entire Guixu Forest set instantly became at least thirty percent more sinister.

A senior master from the props team walked up to Luo Yu carrying a long, black cloth bag.

The bag was opened, revealing a bizarrely shaped black longsword.

Demon Blade.

The blade was dull, the blood-red runes carved on its edge exuding an ominous aura.

"Teacher Luo, your sword."

Luo Yu grunted in acknowledgment.

He reached out and took the Demon Blade.

Jiang Ci noticed that the moment Luo Yu's fingers touched the hilt, his entire center of gravity sank down.

The gloomy, aloof young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses had vanished.

A demonic being awakened from a thousand years of resentment had come to life.

His slender fingertips slowly traced the blade, the movement gentle yet carrying an intimacy that sent chills down one's spine.

The eyes behind the lenses were icy and indifferent.

Several set assistants standing not far from him involuntarily took half a step back.

Jiang Ci's gaze rested on Luo Yu.

He could feel that Luo Yu was no longer an actor at this moment, but that demon awakened from a thousand years of resentment.

That twisted, frigid aura born of jealousy and inferiority was now seeping from his very bones.

Jiang Ci's blood also began to simmer slightly.

What he anticipated wasn't victory, but the exhilarating acting duel that was about to unfold.

"Longing Across Time, Scene Two, Shot One, Take One!"

The crisp "clap" of the clapperboard echoed abruptly through the woods.

"Action!"

Luo Yu moved.

A flicker of his figure.

He didn't charge directly at Jiang Ci. His footsteps were silent, like a forest wraith, effortlessly circling around Jiang Ci's (Ye Chen's) defensive perimeter.

The pitch-black Demon Blade, its tip aimed directly at the seemingly defenseless modern girl—A Li—behind the half-demon.

Su Qingying's pupils contracted sharply.

This strike was too fast, too tricky, aimed squarely at her weak point.

"Clang—!"

A clear, sharp sound of metal clashing tore through the forest's deathly silence.

Jiang Ci didn't look back.

But the instant Luo Yu moved, his body had already reacted with the fastest possible response.

Shattered Star Blade left its sheath, its back precisely positioned horizontally in front of Su Qingying, firmly blocking that bizarre Demon Blade.

Blades pressed against each other, the resulting wind pressure tousling the hair on Su Qingying's forehead.

The lethal blade tip was mere inches from her pale neck.

The muscles on Jiang Ci's forearm, the arm holding the blade, bulged and knotted, veins starkly visible.

A furious rage, as if a reverse scale had been touched, erupted from him.

Luo Yu, playing Chi Jie, let out a low, contemptuous laugh from his throat.

With a flick of his wrist, the wirework carried him floating backward, creating distance.

"A thousand years have passed," he said, his tone flippant, each word dripping with amusement and bone-chilling coldness.

"And all you've learned is to protect a mere mortal?"

"How pathetic."

Jiang Ci's eyes instantly narrowed.

The fury he had been forcibly suppressing was completely ignited by these words.

He couldn't be bothered with a single word of nonsense.

Pushing off with his feet, his entire body, propelled by the wirework, shot forward explosively. The Shattered Star Blade in his hand cleaved straight towards Chi Jie's face.

The close-quarters combat began.

Jiang Ci's attacks were wide-open and powerful, each slash carrying a fierce, murderous intent, the blade wind howling, heavy and forceful.

But Luo Yu's portrayal of Chi Jie was like an elusive shadow. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

He didn't meet the blows head-on, only dodged, only parried, his figure weaving through Jiang Ci's blade flashes like a phantom.

This scene was about Chi Jie using Ye Chen's anger to test the limits of his power after a thousand years of slumber.

A Li stood at a safe distance not far away, her hands clenched into tight fists at her sides.

Her gaze was firmly locked on Ye Chen's back, her eyes full of worry.

She was acutely aware of her role at this moment.

Any panic from her would become Ye Chen's weakness.

Behind the monitor, Zhang Mouyi stood with his arms crossed, his expression as still as water.

He didn't shout "Cut."

He simply allowed these two actors, who had completely transformed into their characters, to engage in this high-intensity acting duel within this space.

Luo Yu's tactics suddenly changed.

He feinted a move, the Demon Blade sweeping horizontally towards Jiang Ci, but his body abruptly twisted. The real killing blow was once again aimed at the seemingly vulnerable A Li.

Ye Chen took the bait.

"Roar—!"

A roar erupted from the depths of Jiang Ci's throat.

He used the flat of the Shattered Star Blade to deliver a powerful forward slap!

"Boom!"

A tremendous force struck Luo Yu solidly.

However, at the very moment that terrifying power erupted, an expression of extreme pain and fear appeared on Jiang Ci's face.

He gritted his teeth, his entire body trembling violently, as if using all his willpower to restrain the demonic power that was about to consume him.

Luo Yu, playing Chi Jie, was sent staggering back several steps, but quickly regained his footing.

He wasn't angry. He wasn't injured.

He was smiling.

A smile of smug satisfaction after a successful scheme.

He straightened up, giving Jiang Ci a deep look, his eyes filled with understanding, and even more so, greed.

His objective had been achieved.

"Your power…" he slowly began, savoring each word with amusement.

"...is indeed the only key to opening that door."

With these words, his figure transformed into a wisp of black smoke (post-production effect) and swiftly dissipated into the gloomy forest.

The fight was over.

Jiang Ci stood in place, his chest heaving violently.

He whirled around, his first instinct to look at Su Qingying.

"Are you alright?"

He reached out to steady her, but his hand paused mid-air, finally settling for a light, supportive touch on her arm, maintaining the distance appropriate for Ye Chen.

Su Qingying looked at him, her face pale.

She saw the fear that hadn't yet faded from his eyes. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something comforting, but couldn't utter a single word.

What could a modern girl say to a half-demon who had just battled his nemesis and his inner demons?

This silence, these heavy breaths, this unspoken fear and worry, held more power than any line of dialogue.

"Cut!"

Zhang Mouyi's voice finally came through the walkie-talkie.

The sinister aura of Chi Jie that had cloaked Luo Yu vanished completely in an instant, and he reverted to being the professional actor.

He walked straight towards Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci was still calming his breathing, pulling himself out of the lingering aftermath of Ye Chen's battle.

Luo Yu stopped in front of him, simply looking at him, a light burning in his eyes—the light of having found a kindred spirit.

Jiang Ci met his gaze, the little internal calculator of a wage worker clicking away rapidly in his mind.

Excellent.

Such fighting spirit!