Feed the tiger with her

Chapter 146 Blood
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Four men and one woman, with staggered positions, a cold light, full of murderous aura.

The first drop of blood took the weak point under the ribs of the elder brother, and the dumb woman held a double-handled short knife and inserted it deep into the flank.

There was a gust of wind behind her, she didn't have time to turn around, and kicked the spear backwards, the second senior brother rushed forward in inertia, the dumb girl turned back, and smeared his neck with a single knife.

There was a burst of blood mist in an instant.

The mute girl didn't even blink, and bent over lightly, she saw that the third senior brother had already covered his waist, sitting slumped on the ground, motionless.

He took three bloods in a row just after the confrontation, and the head of the sect standing beside him slowly drew his sword with a mournful face.

The mute girl no longer wanted to fight, and rushed towards the master.

The battle ushered in a climax, the hearty fight, from the original evenly matched, gradually changed, the leader's strength was exhausted, and his injuries were exposed, and he was already showing signs of decline.

The dumb girl was like a ruthless machine, focusing on the injured right side of her adoptive father. Finally, after a seemingly successful dodge, the master's movements suddenly stopped.

The front is unharmed, but the back is full of blood. The head of the sect stands there with an expression of disbelief that he died at the hands of his adopted daughter whom he loved since childhood.

The fourth senior brother rushed forward with enthusiasm and shouted, the traitor rushed over from the front with a knife raised, the dumb girl flicked her left hand, a cold shadow flashed, and the dagger pierced straight into the fourth senior brother's heart.

The entire sect was slaughtered overnight, the head swallowed his last faint breath, and fell back.

It was also at the last moment when the building was about to fall, the dumb girl in black took a step towards the fire, supported the warm body of her adoptive father, and slowly put him on the ground.

There is a bloody atmosphere on the screen, but the shooting scene has an endless trace of sadness.

The dumb girl squatted and knelt next to her adoptive father's corpse, without saying a single line, but in the ten-second long shot, there was a trace of remorse after the frantic killing.

After a long time, Zhang Fan called the card.

Song Ange was holding Jian Zhiyan's clothes, watching from the sidelines, her nose was a little sour. First, she felt sorry for Jian Zhiyan who came all the way, and complained about the suffering of this fight scene. Second, she was infected by the role played by Jian Zhiyan. Arrived, the kind of despair and remorse after eating away one's conscience bit by bit, knowing that one would go to hell after throwing away righteousness for petty love.

She felt it all.

Seeing Jian Zhiyan walk off the court surrounded by people, Song Ange walked over timidly, with red eyes.

"It was really good."

This is the most direct feedback from the audience, no jargon required.

Jian Zhiyan shrank her shoulders in embarrassment, "Actually, I'm so nervous."

Fang Yi came over with the staff, "Zhiyan is really good, Lao Zhang doesn't boast easily, but when you just acted, he kept nodding."

Jian Zhiyan: "Actually, in the end, I took the action of the head master, which is not in the script. I added a little private information, I don't know..."

"That's the best place. How should I put it?" Fang Yi is proud of his vision, "You are very aura, don't look at just a single movement, you can fill the character."

"The dumb girl is a tool, but she's not completely emotionless. You acted out all her tragedies."

Fang Yi became addicted to screenwriting, and wanted to discuss it with Jian Zhiyan again, but she had no choice but to watch the next scene soon, and she was called away after a few words.

The drama manager came over, "Zhiyan, there won't be any drama for you in a while, let me take off your skirt for you."

The embroidery of the horse-faced skirt was heavy, and it was troublesome to put it on and take it off. Jian Zhiyan agreed, and slightly spread her hands, and the two girls were busy on the spot surrounding Jian Zhiyan.

Song Ange was afraid of getting in the way, so he took a step back and looked around calmly.

Looking at it, I saw Lu Yin talking to the director.

When did Lu Yin come?
Did he come here to see her face?
Although there are doubts, they are more disdainful.

Song Ange stared at Lu Yin as if he had a grudge against someone.

Soon, her eyes startled Lu Yin. The man raised his eyes and looked at them precisely, his brows were calm.

Humph.

Song Ange turned his head back first, pretending that there was no such person.

Here, Jian Zhiyan has already taken off her costume, which is a close-fitting sports top and leggings. Song Ange quickly wrapped her in a long down jacket, "Since work is over today, let's get in the car and go back to the city."

Jian Zhiyan hesitated for a while, and said, "Go to the lounge first, I'll introduce you to a friend."

Song Ange opened his eyes wide and slowly revealed a bright smile.

The two chatted while walking in the other direction.

There are people on the set, people coming and going, and there is an order in the chaos that laymen can't understand. The position where Lu Yin and the director are located is the headquarters of the whole play. Although there are only plastic sheds and camping chairs, it is comparable to a throne.

Everyone is looking up.

Zhang Fan has already handed over the budget for the next stage: "I didn't know you would come today, so the preparations were a bit hasty, but you can take a look first, and I will go to the company and report in person later."

Lu Yin bowed his head and flipped through four or five A4 papers, then handed them to his assistant, "Then let's talk again when you are free."

While talking, the clothing department shouted and asked.

"Why is there blood on this skirt! Who put it on just now?!"

The drama manager who undressed Jian Zhiyan just now hurried over, "What's the matter?"

She turned over the horse-faced skirt and saw that the blood-stained place was not on the hips or waist, but on the feet. The slender one was as long as the forearm. The black skirt, if you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.

The drama manager was just guessing, "This skirt was replaced by Zhiyan, did she get hurt just now?"

She asked herself that her voice was not loud, but someone in the director's seat couldn't sit still.

Lu Yin hardly explained anything, just got up and left, his tall stature was always immobile, but today he was unexpectedly in a hurry.

The lounge was set up temporarily by the crew, and the environment is not good, but it is rare and warm in the deep mountains this autumn.

The chairs were placed in a mess, and Jian Zhiyan slowly pulled her feet out of the shoes. She was wearing black shoes, and she couldn't tell, but when she took them out, it was a bit tragic when compared with her white and crystal clear skin.

The red color dried up and turned to brown, and the bloody gash was drawn with a sharp weapon, one finger long, from the top of the foot to the front of the ankle.

Song Ange hissed, "How did you do it?"

"It may be that when he killed the second senior brother just now, the spear he stabbed was too long, and my foot was swept away."

In the film just now, when I was dealing with the second senior brother, I was immersed in the role of Jian Zhiyan. I only felt a sharp pain in my foot, and I didn’t realize that I was injured. After the filming, I felt something was wrong, but friends and colleagues kept looking for him. She spoke, but didn't have time to check.

After entering the lounge, Song Ange's sharp eyes saw that Jian Zhiyan was not walking smoothly, so she realized it.

(End of this chapter)