Perhaps Qin Yue's personality will make the audience feel cordial and without a sense of distance. But this feeling is too ordinary, far less impressive than the role of Min Rou.
The next day, Su Kui came to the set early. Since the last storm, in order not to lose the tongue, she usually comes to the set about an hour in advance.
However, at seven o'clock in the morning, the crew of the crew had arrived, and they were arranging the scenes in an orderly manner. In the last scene, it was finally another role played by Su Kui.
Su Kui felt that although the role was not much, it played a finishing touch.
When she walked into the dressing room, Alin was already waiting inside with a big smile, watching her come in, beckoning, and saying: "Come here," and then stuffed her with the green costume, "Go ahead and change clothes. I can't wait to see your performance. When the movie comes out, I must go to see it ten times and eight times for fun!"
Su Kui smiled slightly, "Then I will first thank Sister Alin!"
"What are you talking about? I really like this movie before I support it. It has nothing to do with you. You are the best way to repay me if you play this last scene well!"
"That's natural!" Su Kui nodded seriously, turned and went into the locker room to change clothes.
The last scene was completed under the green background board.
At the end of the three-hundred-year period, the soul-fixing pearl kept Qinyue's soul immortal for three hundred years, and now it just came to an end. Mo Yan hasn't found the soul-locking clasp for a long time. Two hundred years have passed. Min Rou's parents have long since passed away, and they have gone through several cycles. And Mo Yan had known Min Rou for so long, only once felt the breath of the soul lock button in her body, and then there was no more news.
He is basically sure that the soul lock is not on Min Rou.
Then—
Only one person is likely to carry the soul lock buckle, and that person is the one he once thought was the most unlikely person to carry the soul lock buckle.
Flowers bloom for a thousand years, and flowers fall for a thousand years. Mosaic and leaves are different from each other, and never see each other forever. This is the Manzhushahua recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.
The endless sea of flowers on the other shore is overwhelmingly red and dazzling, like blood covering the entire world. This is the only color in the dim underground world. Loneliness and dying is the only portrayal of the vision.
I don’t know if it’s because of staying in the world for too long. When I came to this grey area again, Mo Yan frowned in discomfort. The cold wind was blowing from all directions, and some evil spirits drooped their long tongues from his side Floating by, there were also unrequited female ghosts blowing on his back against his neck, and their souls were squeezed directly by the palm of his converging devilish energy.
"roll!"
The devilish voice frightened the restless ghosts all around fleeing, and after a while, he was the only one left behind.
At this time, a charming laugh came from a faint distance, fascinating, "Chuck... Master Mo is so powerful that he has not visited the underworld for hundreds of years. Which wind is blowing today, give you Is it blowing?"
Mo Yan's eyes flashed, his brows tightened, his body swayed, his toes lightened, and the person swept away in the direction of the sound.
The broken Naihe Bridge was crumbling in the yin wind. A woman in a green skirt was immersed in the muddy Wangchuan River. The surrounding ghosts flared their claws at the new ghosts on the bridge, stretched their twisted arms, and wanted to drag them down for companionship. .