I'm a professional villain actor; my fans are begging me not to kill them.

"Click!"

The director snapped out of his daze and said, "Good, good, good! We nailed it in one take."

Upon hearing this, Bai Ye shook his head. One time? That's definitely not going to work; he wanted to kill them a few more times.

Perhaps because he only killed one person, the system gave him a pitiful ten points. Bai Ye wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity to earn some more points.

Fortunately, the system also rewarded him with a skill, which Bai Ye eagerly activated.

【Aura of Sin】: You possess a basic criminal aura; people within five meters of you will instinctively keep their distance.

white night:"???"

What the hell is this? Does he want everyone to know he's a criminal?

But I'm a little curious.

Try clicking it.

next second.

Everyone around felt a chill run down their spines.

No, that's too strong, I have to turn it off right away.

no response.

???

Holy crap! What do you mean it can't be turned off?

Bai Ye was dumbfounded. How the hell does this thing have a passive skill?

What the heck is this "can't be turned off"?!

Bai Ye thought for a moment, then turned to the director with the butcher knife in hand. "Director, should we do it again? I feel like the killing wasn't realistic enough."

Maybe if we try again, we can turn off that damn "Sin Aura".

However, under the influence of the "Aura of Sin," his gaze became even more eerie and cold, looking at the director as if he were a dead man.

The director broke out in a cold sweat, feeling a chill run down his spine.

He took two steps back.

Do you want to hear what you're saying?

Not realistic enough? Who else do you want to kill?

Everyone retreated.

Within a five-meter radius, only Bai Ye stood there.

Yang Jingjing panicked, struggling to get up from the ground, her voice trembling with tears: "I...I think it's okay, isn't it?"

Bai Ye turned to look at her, "Are you sure you don't need to?"

Yang Jingjing jumped back like a startled rabbit, a smile more like a grimace on her face. She said with difficulty, "...Anything...anything is fine..."

Waaaaah, Mom, I want to go home. There's a psychopathic killer here.

The director felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head when Bai Ye stared at him.

He swallowed hard, wanting to refuse, but doubting that if he said no, Bai Ye would kill them all with a butcher's knife.

"Would you like another one?"

Yang Jingjing was almost in tears. Why did they come again? Was she really going to die today?

Acting is truly terrifying.

Bai Ye looked at Yang Jingjing, who was about to cry, and then at the director's panicked expression, and sighed with some regret.

"If the director thinks it's okay, then we don't need to do it anymore. Let's continue."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire crew nodded frantically, like chickens pecking at rice, and the director visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

white night:"……"

"In the next scene, Bai Ye drags Jingjing home and dismembers her."

Yang Jingjing: "..."

That's great, you don't have to open your eyes when playing a corpse.

However, just to be on the safe side, she carefully took the butcher knife and made sure it was made of rubber.

I've heard that some people develop real feelings for each other while filming. What if that happens? Bai Ye doesn't seem to be acting at all, so we have to be careful.

Bai Ye remained silent, watching as several people took turns inspecting the pig-slaughtering knife.

The director wiped the sweat from his brow: "Were you formally trained? Your acting is so good!"

Bai Ye: "No, I practice all the time."

The director felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart, and his heartbeat almost stopped.

Yang Jingjing dropped the butcher knife in her hand to the ground.

The crew members' legs were trembling slightly. They silently took a step back and each found a convenient spot to escape.

"Practice, practice?" The director's voice was distorted.

Bai Ye asked, puzzled, "Don't you guys practice regularly?"

The director was startled, took a step back, and tried to appear calm. "How do we practice?"

Bai Ye shrugged, puzzled, and said, "It's just acting, how else can you practice?"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"That scared me to death."

"I thought..."

"What did you think?"

"It's nothing."

The director pinched the bridge of his nose. "Get ready, let's shoot the next scene."

Yang Jingjing lay down cautiously, playing the role of a proper corpse.

Bai Ye slashed again and again, blood splattering everywhere. His gold-rimmed glasses were covered in bloodstains. He slowly took out a tissue and ceremoniously wiped his glasses, cleaning them inside and out.

Then came the butcher knife. He first wiped it with Yang Jingjing's clothes, and then slowly and meticulously cleaned the weapon with a tissue.

Bai Ye's eyes were full of piety, without the slightest panic, as if he was not cleaning up the scene, but performing some kind of ritual.

Elegant, perverted.

The director was thrilled to see these two contradictory qualities in Bai Ye; he had a feeling that this supporting character would definitely become a hit.

Even perverts aren't this perverted.

After cleaning himself up, Bai Ye put the knife back in his pocket, hummed a little tune, and carried Yang Jingjing by the leg into the depths of the woods.

Yang Jingjing's scenes have ended.

She was panting heavily. Having just heard the noise, she couldn't contain her curiosity and secretly opened her eyes a crack to peek at what Bai Ye was doing.

I was almost scared to death by Bai Ye. A murderer was slowly adjusting his glasses with a smile on his face. The scene was both terrifying and eerie.

She was so scared that she quickly closed her eyes. Waaah, it was too terrifying.

"How is Baiye doing? Can she still be filmed?"

Bai Ye brandished the butcher knife once, "Feels great."

"Great, very energetic! Next scene: dismemberment."

Bai Ye subconsciously looked at Yang Jingjing.

Yang Jingjing was startled and stammered, "It wasn't me, it wasn't me! I can't do it!"

After experiencing several frights, Yang Jingjing pleaded with the director, saying that she could not act in the dismemberment scene.

Originally, the scene was supposed to be Yang Jingjing lying on a chopping board, with Bai Ye dismembering her, but Yang Jingjing refused to comply even at the cost of her life, so the director had no choice but to change the script.

They had no choice but to change it. The entire crew, even the dogs, turned and ran away when they heard it. Nobody dared to go up and act as a corpse being dismembered by Bai Ye.

It's better to be safe than sorry.

Bai Ye nodded, saying with some regret, "Oh."

No, what do you mean by that regretful tone? The director was speechless.

He seriously suspected that Bai Ye really wanted to kill someone to test his skills.

The director's voice was urgent, "Props team, hurry, hurry, bring the pork!"

The props team scrambled and crawled, carrying the pre-prepared pork with the speed and agility of a 100-meter sprint.

As soon as the pork was placed on the table, everyone looked at Bai Ye.

Their expressions and eyes seemed to say: "Now that there's pork, you can't cut us down anymore."

Yang Jingjing looked at the prop team leader with gratitude, as if she were looking at her savior.

"Alright."

Everyone's heart skipped a beat, and cold sweat poured down their backs.

In the dimly lit kitchen, Bai Ye weighed the cleaver in his hand and nodded in satisfaction.

This is the real deal; it's much better than that plastic butcher knife.

The director, having been through a lot, wasn't so scared; he simply waved for the crew to step back a bit more.

He admitted that giving Bai Ye a real weapon was a gamble, but without it, he always felt the show was missing something.

Bai Ye weighed the options, then turned back to look at Yang Jingjing, only to find that Yang Jingjing had long since disappeared.

"Action!"

As soon as the director gave the order, Bai Ye raised the cleaver high and brought it down heavily.

puff!

click!

The knife first struck the pork, then the bone, producing different sounds.

Bai Ye picked up the cleaver with both hands and began hacking down at it like a madman, one strike after another.

The shadow on the wall looked like a madman, which frightened everyone into taking another step back.

If they hadn't been certain that the pork on the cutting board was real, they would have called the police.

It was terrifying. The ferocious expression, the chilling eyes, and the practiced movements didn't seem like acting at all.

Is the practice that Bai Ye mentioned a proper practice?

This scene was filmed in one take, so there was no need to reshoot it, and the director didn't dare to ask him to reshoot it.

"Click!"

"Did you pass?" Bai Ye wiped the sweat from his brow and asked with a bright smile.

"That's a wrap, that's a wrap." The director nodded hurriedly. "Um, can we put the knife down now?"

Everyone watched him warily.

Bai Ye: "Oh, okay."

The cleaver was thrown on the cutting board, and the props team rushed over to grab it. Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at surviving a disaster.