The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles-Chapter 196: The Tragedy of Manipulation, Filming Begins!

The next day.

On the film set of the Guixu Giant Tree.

A young set assistant in charge of props was wiping fake blood off a prop chain.

He didn't dare make any unnecessary sound.

The entire crew, from the lighting department to the cinematography team, were like wind-up puppets.

Right then, a figure appeared.

It was Wen Nian.

He instinctively looked over, and then his entire body froze.

The Wen Nian today was a completely different person from the girl who always wore a sweet smile and handed out afternoon tea.

She wore a well-tailored black dress, her makeup was exquisite, and every step she took was calm and resolute.

Many staff members on set cast surprised glances her way.

Wen Nian completely ignored these gazes.

She walked through the busy crowd and headed straight for the area where the director's monitor was located.

That was the core of the set, Zhang Mouyi's absolute domain.

Then, under the incredulous stares of everyone, she found an empty seat beside Zhang Mouyi's director's chair and elegantly sat down.

Less than half a meter away from Zhang Mouyi.

The rag in the set assistant's hand nearly fell to the ground.

Insane.

This action was no different from privately placing a phoenix throne next to the emperor's golden throne hall.

This wasn't a visit to the set!

She was here to "oversee the state."

A smile still hung on her face, but it was no longer sweet.

At this moment, the last bit of creative atmosphere on the set was completely drained.

Luo Yu, having finished his makeup, walked out of the dressing room.

He spotted Wen Nian by the monitor at a glance.

His body stiffened for an instant.

Wen Nian's presence was pressuring him.

That gloomy aura around him was rapidly sharpened within a few seconds, finally transforming into the chilling air of a blade about to be unsheathed.

Su Qingying also entered the set.

Seeing the figure that shouldn't be there by the monitor, she instinctively searched the crowd for Jiang Ci.

Jiang Ci was the last to arrive.

He wore Ye Chen's red costume, ignoring the bizarre atmosphere on set and Luo Yu's resentful gaze.

He simply walked to a corner by himself, began moving his wrists and ankles, doing warm-up exercises.

Zhang Mouyi finally raised his head from behind the monitor.

No emotion could be read on his face.

He glanced at Wen Nian beside him and said nothing.

Then, he called the three lead actors under the giant tree.

Su Qingying and Jiang Ci arrived first.

Luo Yu walked over last, each step seeming to tread on ice.

Zhang Mouyi's gaze was locked tightly on Luo Yu.

He didn't discuss the scene.

He only said one sentence to Luo Yu.

"Chi Jie capturing A Li isn't just to take a hostage."

"He wants to destroy something most precious that belongs to Ye Chen."

"What I want isn't control, it's the thrill of 'defilement'."

These words precisely stabbed into Luo Yu's heart, then gave it a violent twist.

The valve was completely opened.

All the jealousy Wen Nian had painstakingly stirred up these past few days, found the perfect outlet at this moment.

Jiang Ci stood to the side, head lowered, seemingly listening to the director discuss the scene.

In reality, he was applauding Zhang Mouyi in his heart.

Brilliant.

He had perfectly stitched together Luo Yu's personal emotions and the character's motivation.

Zhang Mouyi sat back behind the monitor.

He glanced again at Wen Nian beside him, then looked at the actors in position on set.

He picked up the megaphone and coldly uttered two words.

"Action!"

At the command.

Luo Yu moved.

The Chi Jie he portrayed, like a fierce tiger imprisoned for a thousand years, pounced forward with savage hatred.

His performance was filled with astonishing explosive power.

"Ah!"

Su Qingying let out a short gasp, her entire person seized by Luo Yu in one grab.

The action was rough, direct, full of undisguised aggression, even causing Su Qingying's steps to stagger.

Luo Yu pressed her firmly against the giant tree in front of him.

He took out the magatama prop tainted with demonic power from his embrace and pressed it towards Su Qingying's forehead.

The camera gave his hand a close-up.

His movements were full of rough possessiveness.

His fingertip, with a morbid obsession, ground forcefully once against Su Qingying's smooth forehead.

It was a display of his trophy to the "Ye Chen" who had not yet arrived.

Su Qingying's performance was textbook level.

Her body struggled violently, the fear and defiance belonging to A Li so real it made hearts tremble.

When the cold prop magatama touched her forehead, her struggles slowly stopped.

The light in her eyes was gradually dispersing.

Confused, bewildered, losing focus.

Behind the monitor.

Zhang Mouyi, who had been as steady as Mount Tai, suddenly leaned forward.

His pupils contracted violently at this moment.

This madman had truly transformed all the poison Wen Nian fed him into acting.

Luo Yu didn't let go.

Instead, he pressed Su Qingying even more forcefully against the rough tree trunk, lowered his head, and leaned close to her ear.

His tone was full of a morbid flavor,

"Next. I want you to personally put on a good show for me!"

Su Qingying's body trembled uncontrollably at this line.

In the corner.

Jiang Ci, who was doing warm-up exercises, stopped moving.

He raised his head and quietly watched the two actors on set who had completely immersed themselves in their roles.

This beast Luo Yu, meticulously raised by Wen Nian, had finally been led into the preset trap.

All his jealousy, all his resentment, all his venom, at this moment, through the character of "Chi Jie," found the perfect outlet.

And this torment was precisely the perfect nourishment Jiang Ci most needed to cultivate top-tier Bad Ending Aesthetics.

Beside the monitor.

Wen Nian watched Luo Yu's nearly maniacal performance, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.

Her "work" was blooming.

She even turned her head slightly, looking at Jiang Ci not far away with a posture of showing off.

See, this is my man.

He can crush you, along with all your little clever tricks.

Jiang Ci didn't respond.

His attention had been completely pulled back into the scene.

On set, A Li, corrupted by demonic power, began to change.

Her arm was pulled by an invisible force, slowly rising in an extremely stiff posture.

Her fingertips, uncontrollably, reached towards the Lingxi Bow hanging on the giant tree.

Su Qingying's performance, at this moment, ascended once again.

Her body was a puppet.

But her face was written with the endless agony of a soul being torn apart.

She was conscious.

She clearly knew what she was doing.

But she couldn't control it.

A clear teardrop silently slid from her now confused eyes.

Luo Yu, portraying Chi Jie, saw this tear.

Far from showing any pity, he let out a low, deeply pleased laugh.

He liked seeing her like this.

In pain, helpless.

Yet forced to submit to his power.

He let go and took a step back, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

"Cry."

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a cruel temptation.

"Your tears, your pain, will be the best offerings to him."

"Let him see clearly how the witch he cherishes will personally cast him back into the abyss again."