The male supporting character was actually myself.

Looking at the menacing bandits filling the room, cold sweat poured down his back. The hidden microphones he had installed remained completely silent, without even a single warning. Yet, the script he had received didn't include such a scene at all!

When the bandits invaded, the old man should have led the servants in a full-scale resistance, and he himself could have gloriously "dropped out" and been dragged away to go home.

Why did a kidnapping suddenly happen?

Where did the old man go?

And where are all the main actors?

The main actors weren't there, and none of the extras had their own perspectives. Unless the audience watched from a god's-eye view, they wouldn't be able to see this scene. What's wrong with you guys? You're being way too dedicated!

There was also this idiot who was drooling over fake gold bars. We're all actors, who doesn't know those are just props? If you want to perform well, at least do it when the main actors are around, so at least you get screen time and the audience can see your acting skills.

There's nothing here right now, you might not even get a glimpse from God's perspective, so what's the point of trying to perform?

"I'm asking you a question, speak!" another bandit cursed viciously.

The young master, who was lost in thought and confused, paused for a moment and stammered, "My family only has this one vault, nothing else."

"What about your old man?!" The bandit leader was also confused. He was just playing the role of a bandit, not a real one. He rushed in and fought and "killed" to advance the plot, not because he really wanted to steal these fake gold bars.

But now that they've stormed into the mansion, neither Old Man Qian nor the lead actor can be seen. What's going on?

How should the story proceed from here?

According to the script, if they rushed in now, they would be slaughtered by the servants organized by Master Qian. In the end, the two sides would fight to a draw, chase each other for a while, and then log off and leave. How could they have successfully robbed the vault like this?

The group was completely dumbfounded. Seeing that the charade was about to fall apart, the bandit leader turned around and kicked the guard to the ground, yelling, "What the hell are you doing?!"

If this kid hadn't fired the signal flare, I wouldn't have had to lead my men in to rush in.

He opened the door and excitedly shouted that he wanted to catch the young master, and no staff member reminded or stopped him from using the hidden microphone. He just assumed that the plan had changed and that he had to move forward with the plot.

Who knew it would get stuck here!

"Gold!" Wang Weizhuo's mind and eyes were filled with nothing but gold; he couldn't remember anything else. His eyes gleamed with greedy green light, and his voice trembled with excitement. "It's all gold! All this gold is mine! Hahahaha..."

The bandit leader's face darkened. "Damn it, how did I end up with such an idiot like you..."

Before he could finish his curse, he felt a violent tremor beneath his feet and dust began to fall from the roof.

"Boom!"

A deep, rumbling sound, like thunder, came from above. He froze for a moment, then shouted, "Quick! Run! The building is collapsing!"

The bandits swarmed out of the side hall, only to discover that the booming sound came from the ground of the spacious courtyard.

At the same time, Qin Xiaoyao and the others quickly retreated, holding torches and looking worriedly at the bricks and stones above the rows of wax corpses falling down in the darkness.

"Step back a little further, the zombie is hiding in the deepest part, drawing energy. Watch me find it!" Jiang Chen stretched out his black wings and used magic to open a large hole in the top of the underground chamber where the wax corpse was placed.

Hearing Mr. Devil's warning, she hurriedly pulled Wang He and the others back a step, reminding them, "The zombies are very likely hiding inside these wax corpses, we have to be careful!"

Zombies?

Mr. Qian was completely bewildered by the off-topic plot. Did the show really have that thing planned?

But there are no Taoist priests or monks around, so how do you deal with zombies?

"Mr. Qian, your family specializes in making wax corpses. Do you have any experience dealing with zombies?" Sun Dieqi's heart trembled slightly as she recalled the terrifying scene by the river. Full of expectation, she asked cautiously, "You should have some methods to deal with resurrected zombies, right?"

Mr. Qian: ヾ(．?﹏?)ノ?

Miss, that's just a persona!

We're all actors, after all!

Who becomes an actor out of desperation to make a living? You can't actually learn how to make a wax corpse just to play a leader, can you? Forget wax corpses, I've hardly ever even seen a regular corpse. All those densely packed things in here are probably just props made of plastic…

"I...I really don't know how!" The old man's voice trembled; he had never even dreamed of such a terrifying scene in the basement.

After all, the production team only gave them two pieces of paper; who would have thought that the show would have such a lavish production!

As darkness fell, the courtyard began to collapse, revealing a deep, gaping hole beneath. Rows of stiff, lifeless people stood there, and a peculiar odor wafted out, leaving the bandits stunned.

"Holy crap! What is this thing?" Even the young master himself didn't expect that there was another layer beneath the courtyard!

Rows upon rows of densely packed wax corpses, seemingly endless, all stood steadily with their heads slightly bowed, maintaining the same posture. Even with bricks and stones constantly falling, only a few were knocked down.

Before long, the entire courtyard collapsed.

"My goodness, these are all... dead people?!" The scene before him was too shocking. The bandit's thighs twitched. He glanced at the actors below in the pit, and it seemed that they were the ones who had caused the commotion.

While shocked, he also felt a little relieved, not knowing what was about to happen.

At least the main actors have shown up, so at least we don't have to rely on awkward acting anymore; we can just follow their scenes and move forward...

"Roar!"

Amidst the shock and bewilderment, a sudden roar erupted from the depths of the earth, sending chills down everyone's spines.

The dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a bright and clear moon.

A deep blue light shone down on the earth, raising the brightness of the entire show venue to its highest level ever.

Without the aid of any lighting tools, one could clearly see among the rows of wax corpses a very special being—a tall and strong man wearing armor, with a sunken, bluish-green, decaying face; and a pair of dark, slightly luminous eyes bulging from their black eye sockets.

Its fangs were sharper and protruded more, and a faint black mist emanated from its hollow nose.

It slowly moved away from a wax corpse, which was unusually shriveled with two large holes bitten in its neck. After being pushed aside by the zombie, it collided with other wax corpses and immediately collapsed into a pile of ashes.

A large area had been cleared behind where the zombie was standing, with piles of ash scattered on the ground. The foul smell was coming from the ash that had turned the wax corpse into a solid.

"Roar!" Sensing the essence of the moonlight, the zombie slowly raised its head, opened its mouth, and roared again.

The extras with poor mental fortitude were already terrified by the wax corpses, and when they saw the even more terrifying zombies, they immediately let out a howl and scrambled to run away.

The allure of a living person was clearly greater to a zombie than that of a wax corpse. The zombie, which had completely lost control of the production crew, flew straight up and charged towards the extra who was the first to run away and was shouting the loudest.

"It's over!"

"It's all over now!"

All the staff in the game center stared at this scene and closed their eyes in despair.

Before the powerful weapon could be deployed in time, the show spiraled out of control.

Now all the extras have gathered at Qian's mansion. The zombies have been unleashed and are invincible. These people are doomed!

"Xiao Yao, go!" Jiang Chen flicked his finger and the black silk thread directly controlled Qin Xiao Yao.

So, almost the instant the zombies flew up to grab people, from all perspectives, including the extras, she burst out of the darkness, her right foot landing on a fallen, collapsing beam, sending dust flying down.

Then, her slender body shot out like an arrow, the dagger flashing with a cold light and "clang" piercing the zombie's hard neck before being bounced away. At the same time, Qin Xiaoyao kicked the zombie in the chest with both feet, forcing it back two steps.

"Help! Awooo!! Help!" The bandit, who was being targeted by a zombie and almost caught, let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He could even feel that eerie, cold hand about to grab his ankle. Terrified, he wet himself and scrambled around, turning his head to see the zombie blocked by a small, thin figure. He felt a sense of relief, as if he had survived a close call.

Everything happened in a very short time. It wasn't until someone blocked the zombies that the others reacted. At this point, they didn't care about their identities or positions and hurriedly helped and pulled each other together to prepare to escape.

Chapter Seventeen: The Ghost Bride

"Roar!"

The zombies were stopped.

In its unique perspective, simulated by artificial intelligence, the whole world is dark and gloomy, while the vibrant energy unique to humans, like the heat emanating from the desert under the scorching sun, outlines the general shape of the human body.

One of the hearts was unusually prominent, and there was a slightly pulsating major artery in the neck. The thumping heart and the vibrant scent were like the sweetest temptation, immediately attracting the zombie's full attention.

"Holy crap, there's even a zombie perspective! It's a bit pricey, but the experience is so damn novel."

"The runway designers are so creative!"

"So this is what the world looks like through the eyes of a zombie. No wonder it's attracted to wax corpses; those things have an incredibly strong smell."

"It suddenly occurred to me, watching zombies wreak havoc from their perspective seems pretty cool, doesn't it?"

"It depends on whose perspective you're on. If you consider Qin Xiaoyao and the others as the main characters, they'll definitely want to kill the zombies and escape successfully; but if you consider the zombies as the main characters, they'll definitely want to kill everyone and eat them all!"

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"Doesn't seeing this perspective make you wish there were no zombies or anything as terrifying as this in real life?"

"Those anti-humanitarian remarks upstairs are terrifying. Could this really mean the entire show will be wiped out this time?"

"What?! No way?! Waaaaah, no! I love Wang He the most!"

"Don't be afraid, Hongbao! Mommy will top up your account with money and give you gifts to unlock more items. You'll definitely be able to win!"

"For the sake of six precious human lives, charge! Use money to bury the zombies to death..."

…………

The audience's first thought was to spend money to help the actors get through the crisis, so they wouldn't be scratched to death by zombies.

However, when they opened the familiar page, everyone was dumbfounded—the channel to unlock items was not available at all!

In the past, all shows could rely on audience fundraising to purchase props for the performers, from food and water to daily necessities and even talismans and elixirs in supernatural shows. As long as the money was available, they could be bought for them to use.

But now, with danger looming, the item can't be unlocked!

"That's all real money!" Qiao Yi felt her heart bleed as she watched the audience's curses flash across the big screen.

Once a fashion show starts, it can cost a fortune in no time.

Besides subscribing to memberships and purchasing viewing channels, viewers also spend money on props, gifts, and tips for their favorite stars, all of which are sources of revenue.

The show features a huge lineup of celebrities, and you can get hundreds or thousands of times the return just by spending money in the mall.

They had meticulously prepared a trump card, intending to have the actors play the victim and reap profits from the audience. However, things spiraled out of control, leaving only the live stream running smoothly, while even the in-game store's payment channels became unusable.

Qiao Yi could only watch the money roll around in her face, unable to earn it, and she was so frustrated she almost smashed the armrest of the chair to pieces.

The brief few seconds passed in the blink of an eye. Qin Xiaoyao forcefully stopped the zombie and saved the extras' lives, which directly attracted its attention.

The zombie suddenly raised both arms and lunged at the nearest person.

"Meow~ Host, Qin Xiaoyao's protagonist aura is suddenly so bright!" The fluffy ball of fur perched on his shoulder, pointing its little paws at the little girl who was being controlled like a puppet, and shouted, "She's about to start wreaking havoc!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Chen paused, holding the black silk thread in her hand. "She can manage on her own? Should I continue?"

"No, no, no, don't stop!" The little white cat was so frightened that its fur stood on end. "She can't do it! The halo is shining brightly because she wants to rely on the host to help her dominate the world! Please don't stop!"

He twitched his lips, flicked his finger, and made Qin Xiaoyao turn around, jump, and crouch down in the corner, while reminding her to hold her breath.