PS: Faint is published regularly, and the time is wrong, so that everyone has been waiting for a long time ~00~

Disturbed by the unusually poignant scream, the crew members who had stopped work on the set suddenly thought of the terrible encounters in the past ten days, and the frightened Qi Qi looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a huge sun umbrella with a milky white outer layer and a black inner layer, a tall young man wearing a cloth shirt and costume in the style of the Republic of China, covering his mouth with his hands and jumping in pain.

At the same time, the dazzling blood that looked red in the bright sunlight continued to seep out from the gaps between its fingers.

"Guang, Guanglin you, what's wrong with you Guanglin?";

"Blood, how could it suddenly be so much blood, Doctor Xu, Doctor Xu, come here, someone is injured here!";

"Where are you injured, Brother Guanglin, it looks very strict, this, what's going on, it's okay just now, what's going on...", a few people near the young man were stunned for a moment, and then scrambled to shout.

When filming large-scale film and television dramas, because of the large number of people and miscellaneous things, and in order to pursue better visual effects, large camera machinery such as crane arms are often used, and there will be some dangerous shots shot by stuntmen, so there will inevitably be medical personnel on standby on the scene.

In the midst of an exclamation, a middle-aged man with thinning hair strode over from the shade in the distance, carrying a medical kit with a red cross on it, followed by two female nurses in white robes.

Hurriedly came to the tall young man's side, the middle-aged man saw that the blood had been left all over the ground, estimated the amount of blood loss, and his face suddenly became very ugly. After all, the medical personnel working in the crew will inevitably not be characters with specialized medical skills, that is, they will only play an emergency role. Injuries that are too severe to deal with simply cannot be handled.

"No, that's not the case. You have to stop the bleeding first, stop the bleeding first..."I don't know if it was to explain the injury to the person next to him, or to naturally reassure himself, the middle-aged man muttered urgently, opened the medicine box and rummaged through it a few times, took out a box of ointment, and said to the injured young man in an astringent voice: "Take your hand away, let me see the wound." ”

The tall young man painfully took away the palm that was already stuck to his mouth with blood, and everyone saw that there was no wound on his face at all. The blood was coming out of his mouth.

"Is there bleeding from internal organs?" the middle-aged man saw that the tall young man had no external injuries, but his mood became even more nervous, and he took out a small strong flashlight from the medical box and said loudly. "Open your mouth wide and say, ah, ah, I'll determine the location of the wound. ”

Hearing this, the tall young man's face distorted and he tried his best to open his mouth wide, and suddenly a tongue that was broken in half, leaving only a piece of flesh still connected to the size of an adult's fingernail, spit out of his mouth.

In public, the tongue was inexplicably injured. Normally, it can only be self-harm, and seeing the broken tongue in front of him, the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask the injured person: "Tongue, tongue." Your tongue is about to break, why bite..."

As he spoke, he took a closer look at the wound and changed his words in horror: "This is a cut wound." For such a smooth section, a very sharp knife must be used. scalpel...", before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a small foreign object rushing out of the mouth of a tall young man.

The foreign object was no bigger than the palm of a baby's hand. After landing on the ground amid the frightened screams around him, he dusted off the blood all over his body vividly, shook his head and looked around, it was actually an ancient Hinmaru samurai paper puppet wearing armor, a long sword at his waist, and a crown of antlers.

Seeing this scene, most of the actors, agents, directors, and chores around blinked as if they couldn't believe their eyes, but they didn't change anything when they looked over.

While they were looking at the paper puppet, the small paper figure also looked at the people around him with a cold expression, and his swollen eyes depicted with an ink pen flashed with an unusually sharp gaze, which forced the real people to avoid it one after another, including Zheng Meili in the distance.

And Zhang Muzi on the side found the frightened expression of the dead party, and immediately stepped forward to block Zheng Meili behind him, looked at the samurai paper man and coughed lightly, and said in a crepe manner: "Mr. Abe, since you have punished the vain who speaks foul language, please calm your anger and stop threatening and intimidating." ”

When his words landed, the head of the paper puppet immediately stopped looking around, and turned towards Zhang Muzi fixedly, and asked in a sharp and piercing voice like a sharpening knife: "I don't know who your Excellency's sect and name are?"

"I'm not as famous as Mr. Abe, and you can't know the origin," Zhang Muzi smiled and said, "In the next Zhang Muzi, he took over a palace temple called 'Xingtian Palace' from his grandfather. ”

"It turned out to be the master of Shenluo, who has been inherited for 500 years and is in charge of '300 miles of mountains and rivers abroad, and 100,000 people from men and women'. Unexpectedly, after listening to Zhang Muzi's words, the paper man's face simulated a lifelike expression of surprise, and he slowly knelt on the ground with his joints folded, bowed deeply and said: "Your Highness, the contemptible Nichimaru Kingdom Kyoto Guardian, the Abe family of the Imperial Gate, Abe Inussaburo is here to see you." ”

The culture of the Himaru Kingdom was inherited from the fertile soil of China, and the only difference between the ancient and Chinese culture was that the Shinto was prosperous, and the powerful shrines and temples often ruled the territory with the unity of politics and religion, and the ordinary feudal lords had the same military, political, economic and other rights in the territory.

Therefore, the world does not call them by religious names such as 'presiding', but respects them as 'His Highness', and Abe Inusaburo saluted Zhang Muzi with this honorific title through the mouth of the paper man, which is actually a kind of status recognition.

After all, although the Hiyamaru is only a small place compared to China, it has a history of thousands of years, and has served its supreme ruler, the Emperor Ichi, for generations, and has been given the Abe family, which can use the chrysanthemum coat of arms unique to the Emperor, and is revered as the 'Goichimon'.

As the head of the Abe family, he will naturally maintain a contemptuous attitude towards the ordinary folk boys, gods, monks, and mages, pointing out that Zhang Muzi has a family heritage of hundreds of years, and he is the so-called master of Shenluo, and he is 'His Highness', which tactfully expresses the meaning that we are 'of the same kind'.

It's a pity that Zhang Muzi is a pure Chinese Miao descendant, and he has not received any aristocratic elite education, so he can't understand Abe Inusaburo's words at all.

However, seeing others solemnly saluting themselves, although his personality is withdrawn, but his family education is strict, and Zhang Muzi, who has always been polite and thoughtful, did not lose his rudeness, and hurriedly arched his hand and bowed deeply and said politely: "Ah, the head of the Abe family, the lord of Shirashenluo Island, the palace monarch of Tianxing Palace, Zhang Muzi returned the salute, disrespectful, disrespectful." ”

When the paper puppet saw Zhang Muzi's nondescript appearance, the corners of his mouth drooped in a flash, and he continued in a strange tone: "Your Highness, the reason why the contemptible people came to Shencheng this time is because of the entrustment of Chairman Fukusho Gang of 'Dainichi Maru' Kyoyin Co., Ltd...."

"Your Excellency, please rest assured, I am only here to protect the safety of a few friends, and I will not do anything else. Zhang Muzi interrupted the words of the head of the Abe family and said with a smile.

Hearing this, the paper puppet smiled reservedly, bowed deeply, and said: "Since this is the case, thank Your Highness for your humility, and the contemptible person will retire." As he spoke, he suddenly softened, and then turned into a piece of blood-stained waste paper and spread it on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Muzi couldn't help but stroll to the paper puppet stuck to the ground, squatted down and looked at it carefully for a while, and even touched the paper with his hand, and after confirming that it was ordinary color, kraft paper, he couldn't help but think, "Is the piece of paper just a medium, this is the most authentic 'Shishen manipulation technique' of Hichimaru, it is really mysterious and mysterious..."

At this time, the other people around came back to their senses from the scene similar to a mythical movie just now, and some found that the injured tall young man was lying on the ground softly for some time, and the person who kept twitching immediately exclaimed: Guanglin, Guanglin... Doctor Xu Guanglin fainted!"

"This is a symptom of excessive blood loss, it is life-threatening, hurry up and report to the first aid, hurry..."The middle-aged doctor who had just woken up from a dream saw that the injured man's cheeks were already pale and bloodless, and the breathing fluctuations in his chest had become extremely weak, and he shouted anxiously, squeezing out all the powerful hemostatic ointment in the whole tube, and smearing it on the wound of the tall young man's tongue, but it was washed away by the rushing blood to no effect.

"Hey. Because of the shouting around him, Zhang Muzi, who shifted his attention from the scrapped paper puppet to the dying wounded, stood up, looked at the tall young man whose life passed with blood little by little, sighed quietly, turned around and walked back to the dead friend and whispered: "Meili, don't look at it, that guy is dead, the more you look at it, the more sad you feel, go drink something cold to change your mood." ”

As soon as his words fell, Zheng Meili hadn't answered, and suddenly saw Jin Xiu'er in the 'Missing Girl' muttering with a blank expression: "Why is Guanglin dead;

The ointment that the doctor applied to him was obviously very effective, why couldn't he stop his bleeding, why, why did he encounter this kind of thing, why there were so many people in the crew, it was not someone else but him..."

"Xiu'er, it's okay, Guanglin must be fine, don't worry, don't worry..."The girl with a quiet and lovely temperament who looked the oldest in the 'girl group' on the side saw Jin Xiu'er's nightmarish appearance, took her in her arms, and comforted her in a low voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Muzi couldn't help but pursed his lips but didn't say much, and after his expression was captured by his old friend who had known him for more than ten years, Zheng Meili immediately said in a hoarse voice: "Muzi, I know you have a way to save Guanglin, right?"

If you don't save him, he's dead, but you can save him, right?

I know you can save him, save him, he's a very good person, he's helped us a lot, can you save him...", attracting many people's attention unconsciously shifted to Zhang Muzi's body. (To be continued......)