Chapter 415: Did You Hurt Anything?
The night wind was very strong, blowing even more pale on the face that was already thin in makeup.
Wia clothes are put on and the inspection is completed.
Generally speaking, when the camera is ready to start immediately, the actor will be reminded to master the props and weapons at this time, otherwise people will hang up, the weapon will be gone, and they will have to put it down again - but for Lu Xiaobei, no one reminds him.
It's not that she has an opinion about her person, it's her concentration that gives up her life at all times - it doesn't need to.
According to the instructions of the martial arts instructor, the person is easily pulled up.
The hanging is a bit high, six or seven meters.
People need to have a standing posture in the air, so they use four steel wires to hang in front and back to maintain balance.
In the forest, standing high and seeing far away, except for the area where the photograph was taken, it was pitch black all around—because people start from the light, and even if there is moonlight, it will only feel pitch black.
In this way, it is actually very difficult and dangerous, so the sooner it ends, the more effort everyone will have. Whether it can be completed as soon as possible depends not only on the actors themselves, but also on the coordination of various types of work on site.
When it came to the stagnation in her mouth, Lu Xiaobei felt that the steel wire on the left was a little loose, but if she spoke, she might have to do it again and confirm it again, and she would have to waste a lot of time.
Su Moyu's role is heavy, and he has only been able to sleep for two or three hours a day for several days, and he is wrapped in a coat next to him, and he can only rely on a cup of hot coffee to support his nerves, and he has to keep his mood all the time, which makes it very hard to watch.
Therefore, Lu Xiaobei was still careless and anxious.
The departments are ready, and the director shouts to start.
The sparse stars were covered by the night fog layer after layer, which paved the scene in the lens with a somewhat breathless heaviness, and the silence everywhere made the sudden murderous aura even more suffocating.
It seems to be a ghostly shadow, with the aura of murder, falling from the sky.
His expression was as cold and cold as the blade in his hand.
The on-site Weiya group, following the gestures and passwords of the martial arts instructor, prepared the rhythm of 3, 2, and 1 to quickly let the killing charm in the air fall to the ground......
Originally, it was a lunge conversion that split the air, but because one side of the Wia wire was loose, it couldn't help but make people shake it when they were about to land. At this moment, the director immediately saw that something was wrong in the monitor. And Lu Xiaobei used her strength to support her in front, and she consumed some physical strength, and when she realized that something was wrong, it was too late to close her legs.
The whole person was lame and planted directly on the ground.
Immediately, she was not a murderous night killer - the knife was taken out of her hand -
Fortunately, she lost her strength in an instant because of the pain in her foot, otherwise, even if it was an unbladed prop knife, she would have to be injured.
The person was planted, the director immediately got up and called a stop, and various other staff members realized that something was wrong and immediately rushed forward.
"What's wrong?"
"How are the people, it's okay, it's not hurt!"
"Are you alright?"
"Sister Xiaobei... Sister Xiaobei, are you okay? ”
……
Many voices resounded in her ears, and then Lu Xiaobei felt unconscious for a moment, and when she was called—someone helped her up—she was conscious, and she only knew that it hurt.
Half of my body hurts, and I can't say exactly where it hurts the most.
"Is your arm alright?"
"Are your legs alright?"
The martial arts instructor must be more experienced, so he came over and asked.
Sitting on the ground, slowly, moving his arms, wrists, fingers, nothing--but the sweat on his forehead was oozing-