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Director Tsui Hark finally recovered from his shock and shouted at the top of his lungs through a megaphone, "0...!"
However, it was too late.
Wang Xian'er's face was so red it was almost bleeding. She buried her head deep in Long Yan's arms, not daring to look at anyone else.
Long Yan finally snapped out of his dazed state.
He looked at the girl trembling like a kitten in his arms, and then at the stunned staff around him.
For the first time, a hint of embarrassment and annoyance appeared on his perpetually icy face.
He knew he had gone too far, breaking his vow of celibacy in front of everyone.
Meanwhile, in the shadows to the side.
Zhang Manyu watched all of this quietly.
2.2 Her face was expressionless, but she clenched her hands tightly in her sleeves, her nails almost digging into her flesh.
Her heart was in turmoil.
Is it jealousy? Is it resentment? Or...heartbreak?
She herself couldn't tell the difference.
All she knew was that from that moment on, she felt like she had completely lost.
He lost to that woman named Wang Xian'er, and he also lost to the heart that had quietly begun to stir within him.
Chapter 181 Demonic Beasts Appear! Hell on Earth
The unexpected kiss during the "Inner Demon" scene was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up huge waves in the "Green Snake" crew.
The following morning, the atmosphere on set became more eerie than ever before.
Wang Xian'er arrived the earliest, with faint dark circles under her eyes, clearly indicating that she hadn't slept all night.
She prepared tea and snacks for Long Yan, but when she delivered them to the door of his lounge, she hesitated for a long time, caught in a dilemma.
Finally, Uncle Da couldn't stand it anymore and stepped in, saying, "Miss Xian'er, let me do it. Long Yan... hehe, he's probably feeling awkward too."
Wang Xian'er's cheeks flushed bright red instantly. She lowered her head and walked away quickly, like a frightened fawn.
In Long Yan's rest room, he was sitting cross-legged, trying to calm his mind through meditation.
However, the breath that he used to control with ease was slightly disordered today.
That soft touch, that warm breath, and that intoxicating moment in 07, were like the most stubborn inner demons, lingering in his mind.
He opened his eyes and saw Zhang Manyu leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, looking at him with a half-smile.
"Master Longyan, did you sleep well last night?" Zhang Manyu's voice was slightly husky and lazy, with a hidden meaning in her words. "I've heard that if a high-ranking Buddhist monk has worldly desires, his spiritual cultivation will be greatly diminished."
Long Yan looked at her, his eyes regaining their calm: "Thank you for your concern, Miss Zhang. I know my own heart."
"Is that so?" Zhang Manyu raised an eyebrow, said nothing more, turned and slowly left, but her back view carried a hint of indescribable loneliness.
Even director Tsui Hark noticed the subtle atmosphere. He stroked his beard, secretly delighted: "This is promising! This is really promising! Only this kind of genuine emotional clash can spark the most outstanding performances!"
He cleared his throat and picked up the megaphone: "Alright, alright! Everyone, perk up! Today, we're filming the big scene of Fahai capturing the Green Snake! Props team, is that golden alms bowl ready?"
"Alright, director!" the props team leader quickly replied.
The purple-gold alms bowl was presented; it was entirely purple-gold, carved with intricate Buddhist patterns, and appeared to shimmer with a precious light, possessing an exceptionally high-quality feel. To achieve a realistic effect of flowing magical energy, the special effects team also installed a sophisticated liquid circulation and light-emitting device inside.
However, no one noticed that in a dark corner of the prop storeroom, the puddle of silver vomit left by the stagehand on duty the night before had long since disappeared. A tiny, almost invisible silver thread, following the damp ground, silently slipped into a tiny crack in the base of the purple-gold bowl.
The filming location was in front of the main hall of Jinshan Temple, where the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.
"Action!"
At Xu Ke's command, Long Yan (Fahai) and Wang Xian'er (Green Snake) quickly got into character.
"You wicked beast! I have repeatedly tolerated you because of your difficult cultivation. But you have not repented and have become even more wicked! Today, I will definitely beat you back to your original form!" Long Yan held the purple-gold alms bowl, his voice booming like a bell, his eyes filled with suppressed anger and a hint of pity.
Wang Xian'er perfectly portrayed the allure and unruliness of the Green Snake.
She circled Long Yan with a charming smile, her breath sweet as orchids: "You stinky monk, stop pretending. You say you'll take me in, but aren't you thinking about me too? Otherwise, why did you kiss me in my dream last night?"
This impromptu line made Xu Ke, who was behind the monitor, so excited that he almost jumped up!
Long Yan's eyes wavered for a moment, but were quickly replaced by even stronger anger: "Nonsense! Take this bowl!"
He shouted and pointed the purple-gold bowl in his hand at Wang Xian'er.
The unexpected change occurred at that very moment!
Instead of the expected five-colored light shooting out from the purple-gold bowl, a pool of silvery, viscous, mercury-like liquid slowly overflowed from the bowl's mouth.
The liquid dripped onto the ground, making a hissing, corrosive sound.
"Hmm? There's something wrong with the props?" Xu Ke frowned, about to call "Cut".
But the pool of liquid suddenly sprang up, rapidly condensing and deforming in mid-air, transforming into a semi-transparent humanoid monster with no facial features and a constantly flowing body!
It emitted a piercing, spiritual shriek unlike anything any living being could produce!
"what--!"
Wang Xian'er, who was closest to it, was the first to be hit. She felt a sharp pain in her head, as if she were being pricked by needles. Her face turned deathly pale, and her body swayed precariously.
"monster!"
Long Yan reacted swiftly, stepping forward without hesitation to shield Wang Xian'er behind him. At the same time, he raised his right hand like a sword, unleashing a condensed golden finger strike towards the liquid monster's head.
This is his most basic Demon-Breaking Finger, enough to pierce through steel plates.
However, a strange scene occurred.
The golden finger gust passed through the liquid monster's body without any hindrance, creating a hole in a pillar behind it. The monster itself only swayed slightly and remained completely unharmed!
"Physical attacks and ordinary energy attacks are ineffective against it?" Long Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that this thing was far more troublesome than he had imagined!
The liquid monster seemed to get "excited" when its attack failed.
Its body suddenly exploded, transforming into dozens of silver tentacles of varying thicknesses, which swept wildly towards the crew members on set who were already terrified, like a horde of demons dancing wildly!
The entire film set instantly transformed from a studio into hell on earth!
Chapter 182 The Mighty Heavenly Dragon! The Vajra Great Handprint! Shocking the Monster Special Police Team!
"Run!"
"Monster! Help!"
On set, cries, screams, and the sounds of collapsing objects mingled together. The usually glamorous crew members were now fleeing in disarray. The dozens of silver tentacles, like the Grim Reaper's scythe, unleashed panic with every swing.
A photographer was caught off guard and his ankle was entangled by a tentacle. He was then hung upside down, his face turned pale with fright, and he became incoherent.
The tip of the tentacle was about to turn into a sharp spike and pierce his heart!
Just then, a deep and powerful shout in Japanese came from the entrance of the film set!
"Demon Beast Special Police Team, Group A! Target locked! Free fire!"
boom! boom! boom!
Several dark blue energy beams, like plasma cannons, shot out precisely from the entrance, striking the tentacle that was about to commit a crime!
"Zi la——!"
A piercing sound, like boiling oil being poured onto ice, was heard. The liquid tentacles that were hit boiled violently, evaporated, and turned into a cloud of white mist!
The photographer, who had been suspended, fell to the ground. Although he was disoriented, he managed to survive.
Everyone looked on in shock, only to see a team of elite soldiers dressed in black, streamlined, high-tech combat suits and carrying uniquely designed energy rifles rushing into the film set in tactical formation.
Leading the group was Captain Jia Shan of the Monster Special Police Team, along with his ace partners—the handsome and unruly A Long and the cold-faced A Qiang.
"All civilians, evacuate to the exits immediately! Team B, establish a defensive line to protect the civilians!" Captain Jia Shan remained calm under pressure and quickly issued the orders.
Without saying a word, Ah Long and Ah Qiang began firing their energy guns in rapid succession.
"Taki! Its core keeps moving! We can't lock onto it!" A-Qiang said calmly over the communication channel while firing.
"What a troublesome creature!" Ah Long frowned, dodging a lashing tentacle with a slide tackle, and replied at the same time, "This kind of liquid-form shapeshifting monster is the best counter to our burst-fire weapons! We must use sustained high-energy output to completely vaporize it..."
Long Yan heard their conversation clearly.
He looked at these well-trained special police officers and nodded to himself.
Although they are ordinary people, they possess special abilities and, with technology and courage, they fight against terrors that are unimaginable to ordinary people.
But their strength is ultimately limited.
The liquid monster was extremely cunning, constantly splitting and recombining, using the complex terrain of the film set to outmaneuver the special police.
Although the SWAT team temporarily suppressed it, they were unable to deliver a fatal blow.
On the contrary, several team members were hit by tentacles during the battle, and their combat suits emitted bluish smoke from being corroded.
If this continues, the SWAT team will inevitably suffer casualties sooner or later.
Long Yan glanced at Wang Xian'er, who was hiding behind him, clutching his sleeve tightly despite her fear.
His gaze gradually turned cold.
Can't wait any longer.
“Xian’er,” he said softly, “close your eyes and cover your ears.”
Although Wang Xian'er didn't understand, she still obeyed and did as instructed.
Long Yan turned around to face the liquid monster that was locked in a fierce battle with the special police team.
He stopped using any probing moves.
He slowly extended his right hand, his palm aimed at the largest part of the monster's body.
"If the heart is pure as ice, one will not be alarmed even if the sky falls."
He softly chanted the incantation.
In the palm of his hand, a gentle yet supremely majestic golden light began to gather.