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

The assistant director went out to find someone, but Wu Zhan was still angry. "Damn it! What is this?! Is it that hard to play a corpse?"

A few minutes later, a new extra came in, all grinning, as if he'd gotten a great deal.

The assistant director, however, didn't look too pleased. "Act well!"

Because those two idiots had just been yelling that the production crew wanted to really kill them for the sake of realism, many people backed down.

Playing a corpse is bad enough, but actually killing someone? Why risk your life for a few hundred dollars!

Only when the price rises to 500 yuan will some brave souls be willing to give it a try.

Wu Zhan waved his hand, "Action!"

As the corpse lay down, Bai Ye picked up a shovel, ready to chop it down.

"Click!"

Wu Zhan immediately called out, "Where's the chicken leg? Why aren't you eating it?"

Bai Ye said softly, "I'm a little full."

Yang Jingjing laughed out loud, and Wu Zhan glared at her.

"Let's just eat it, otherwise it'll seem rather perverted."

Bai Ye nodded helplessly and resumed filming.

He took a bite of the chicken leg, chewed it in his mouth, and then looked at the corpse as if he were studying where it would be better to chop it up.

The shovel was raised high, and the extra ran away.

Wu Zhan was furious. "What the hell is going on? What the hell is going on? Can't you even act a corpse properly?" He unleashed a torrent of abuse at the extra.

The extra was still in shock. He hid behind the director, his eyes filled with fear as he looked at Bai Ye. "I felt like he really wanted to kill me."

Wu Zhan laughed angrily, "If you can act, then act; if you can't, then get out!"

The extra's expression changed, and he insisted, "It's true, try it yourself if you don't believe me."

Wu Zhan's temper flared, and his tone turned icy, "Fine! I'll give it a try!"

One minute later.

Wu Zhan scrambled and stumbled.

The scene was deathly silent.

Yang Jingjing turned her back to her shoulders without making a sound, only her shoulders shrugged.

The extra shrugged and gave Wu Zhan a look that said, "See, I wasn't wrong."

Wu Zhan touched his chest, still feeling lingering fear.

As a director, he knew that Bai Ye was very fierce, and even hired a psychologist for this purpose, but he had never faced Bai Ye's murderous aura directly.

This was the first time, and to be honest, it was quite frightening. As he lay there, facing Bai Ye's murderous aura, he felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered on a chopping board.

Wu Zhan silently walked to the table, and the assistant director handed him a water glass first.

Wu Zhan took a sip of water, then silently lit a cigarette. His hand trembled slightly as he lit it, and it took him three tries to get it on.

After taking a drag of his cigarette, Wu Zhan exhaled deeply and said earnestly, "Xiao Bai, why don't you tone it down a bit?"

"puff!"

Yang Jingjing finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

This was the first time she had heard Wu Zhan tell Bai Ye to tone it down; before, he had always encouraged him to be even more ruthless.

Bai Ye scratched his head, looking somewhat troubled. "I'll try my best."

Previously, the "Aura of Sin" would disappear after a while, but today it's like it's on some kind of drug, exceptionally strong.

Bai Ye closed his eyes to calm himself down, one minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The crew was waiting for him.

Bai Ye also started to get anxious, but it was no use; the [Sin Aura] couldn't be turned off at all.

It was terrifying; the extras didn't dare look him in the eye or close their eyes.

"Director Wu," Yang Jingjing said timidly, raising her hand.

Wu Zhan glanced at her. "Speak."

"Should we close the corpse's eyes?"

The extra exclaimed in alarm, "No, no, no!"

Close your eyes? That's like telling him to die.

The extra refused to agree no matter what he said.

Wu Zhan glanced at the assistant director, who was taken aback for a moment, then understood and left.

A short while later, the assistant director brought out two certificates and laid them out in front of the extra.

"You know what 'acting bravely for a just cause' means, right?"

The extra's mouth gaped wider and wider, forming an "O" shape, before finally closing it after a long while. All that remained in his mind were the four words on the certificate: "Heroic Act."

This guy in front of me looks like a murderer, and every move he makes looks like he's about to kill, yet he has two certificates for acts of bravery.

"It's fake, right?" the extra blurted out instinctively.

Wu Zhan chuckled, "It's true."

The extra glanced at Bai Ye, then at the certificate, his expression shifting for a long while before he seemed to finally make up his mind. He gritted his teeth and stamped his foot, "Fine, I'll close my eyes then!"

The acting continued, and after the extra closed his eyes, he kept repeating four words in his mind: "Heroic act of righteousness."

At times like these, only the great glory of socialism can dispel the fear in his heart.

puff!

Chew.

puff!

Chew.

The sounds of a shovel chopping into meat and Li Linfeng eating mingled together, and with each sound, the extra would shudder violently.

Fortunately, he was a corpse, and was bound to move as the shovel chopped down.

In addition to these two sounds, there was also a sobbing sound from Guo Chao.

"Ugh!"

With each chop Bai Ye made, Guo Chao would scream in agony, as if he were providing a voiceover for the corpse.

Bai Ye glanced lightly at Guo Chao, who frantically pushed off the ground, desperately trying to get away from the shovel.

The camera zoomed in, revealing his face covered in blood, and the fear in his eyes was genuine; he looked at Bai Ye as if he were looking at a demon.

The body was dragged into the incinerator. Bai Ye turned his head and saw Guo Chao, who was so frightened that he wet himself.

He could see his fear and kindly comforted him, "Don't be nervous. In a little while, you'll go in through here. I'll have to dig it open for you before you go in, otherwise it will explode when it catches fire."

Bai Ye shook his head, as if remembering something, "Oh dear, it'll be so... messy if it explodes."

Bai Ye gestured with his hands, "It's frying everywhere, here and there."

The imagery immediately comes to mind.

Everyone else panicked.

Wu Zhan swallowed.

Yang Jingjing almost threw up.

The crew was completely silent.

Guo Chao's diaper was soaked with urine. He crawled on the ground like a worm, his fear of death reaching its peak at this moment.

But it wasn't over yet. Bai Ye rubbed the shovel against the marble, seemingly feeling it wasn't sharp enough.

The harsh, grinding sound, repeated again and again, was extremely unpleasant.

Guo Chao, whose hands and feet were bound, struggled frantically. His face turned red from the violent struggle, and the fear in his eyes almost materialized.

Wu Zhan secretly praised him, thinking, "He's a professional actor, much better than an extra. Look how immersed he is in the role."

Guo Chao stubbornly crawled for several meters before the sound of the shovel rubbing against the ground stopped.

The annoying rubbing sound stopped, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief; the sound was just too unpleasant.

But Guo Chao struggled even more violently. The shovel was sharpened; it was time for him to be disemboweled.

Guo Chao's adrenaline surged, and he strained his waist, struggling in opposite directions with his head and legs, just like a shrimp falling into a pot of oil, bouncing up and down.

Da da da.

The footsteps grew closer, and Bai Ye stepped on Guo Chao's chest.

"Let me go!"

"All the money is yours!"

Guo Chao's voice became urgent and somewhat shrill.

Bai Ye laughed, a laugh as gentle as a spring breeze, "Silly boy, even if I kill you, the money is mine."

"No!"

Guo Chao struggled violently, almost knocking Bai Ye off.

The shovel was raised high.

puff!

click!

The shovel chopped into the meat, making a dull thud as it hit the bone.

"what!"

After being hit again and again, Guo Chao struggled at first, but gradually stopped moving.

He skillfully completed the tasks: opening the furnace, dragging the corpse, and lighting the fire.