PFC Chapter 33 The Castle Three Years Ago
Chapter 33 The Castle Three Years Ago
"Jiang Lin, are you alright?" Mo Xizheng came over and asked about Jiang Lin's condition.
Ji Xingyi gave Ding Xuehui a look and turned to leave. Ding Xuehui looked at Jiang Lin, hesitant to speak, but seeing Mo Xizheng approaching, she had no chance to say anything more and left as well.
Jiang Lin shook his head: "I'm fine."
"You have blood on your hands!" Mo Xizheng quickly pulled Jiang Lin's right hand over to examine it carefully: "You don't seem injured, so where did the blood come from?"
Jiang Lin looked at the large patch of blood on his right palm, his eyes flickered slightly, and then turned to look at Ji Xingyi, who had already walked away, before saying to Mo Xizheng, "It's alright, let's go."
Mo Xizheng nodded, glancing out of the corner of her eye at the black-clad man standing silently not far behind her.
After traversing a dense jungle, the 17 people finally came upon the ancient Western castle hidden deep in the mountains. The mysterious aura that enveloped them sent shivers down their spines.
It is like the beautiful goddess Venus in Western mythology, elegant and charming.
Looking at the majestic white castle, Director Wu was in a great mood. Apart from being a bit remote, the scenery here was really photogenic and perfect for shooting. With that in mind, Director Wu immediately instructed the photographer to take pictures.
The bridge collapse caused massive damage, but it also generated a huge amount of buzz. The equipment brought along included three cameras, enough to support the upcoming filming. If the filming goes viral back home, these losses will be insignificant!
"Old Wu, I think we can try a different theme this time," Song He suddenly suggested. "For example, a mysterious castle where an immortal witch lives, and the guests play adventurers who embark on a terrifying yet wondrous journey!"
"That's a great idea!" Director Wu's eyes lit up, and he immediately waved to the female editor on set: "Xiao Lu... write it like this, and rewrite the script!"
Wearing black-rimmed glasses, the woman with a long ponytail and bangs nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, listening while scribbling furiously in her notebook, revealing the Dead Soul Island mark on the back of her hand.
Song He knocked on the heavy door. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man dressed in a medieval uniform from France. He had the typical features of a Frenchman: high cheekbones, a high nose, and he spoke in French, a language that no one could understand.
"Where's the translator!" Director Wu called out impatiently. How could these people be so inconsiderate!
As soon as he finished speaking, a chubby, short man rushed out from the crowd. Jiang Lin noticed the mark on the back of the man's hand; he was also a player.
"Director, this is Butler Bernard. He greeted us and invited us in," Zheng Zhaonan said hurriedly, sweating profusely.
Director Wu nodded and grinned at Bernard, giving him an "OK" sign.
Song He: "Tell him the bridge is broken and ask him if he has any way to contact the outside world."
Zheng Zhaonan nodded and walked aside to talk with Bernard.
The group entered the castle in a grand procession, once again marveling at its luxurious interior. The magnificent circular ceiling illuminated the entire hall like a radiant moon.
The exquisite vases and ornaments, the tables, chairs, and sofas all proclaimed the noble status of the castle's owner. Ultimately, everyone's gaze was drawn to the tall painting hanging in the center of the staircase directly ahead.
"So beautiful," Ruan Qing exclaimed beside Jiang Lin.
This is a solo painting, featuring a girl sitting in a chair holding a cat.
The girl had long, beautiful, wavy golden hair that reached the ground, and wore a gorgeous white medieval F-style dress. The white cat in her arms was sleeping peacefully with its eyes closed, and its light blue eyes seemed to be looking at everyone, radiating a divine glow like that of a saint.
Seeing that everyone was admiring the painting, Butler Bernard began to explain.
Zheng Zhaonan immediately translated: "He said that this is Princess Theresa, the great-great-great-great-great-grandmother of Earl Greenshire, the owner of the castle, and that the castle is three hundred years old."
"I see!" Director Wu patted the coordinator on the shoulder: "Xiao, well done!"
Coordinator Xiao Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. The accident on the broken bridge had nearly scared him to death. Fortunately, the director was satisfied with the castle; otherwise, he would have been fired when he returned to China.
Zheng Zhaonan handed the key he got from the butler to Director Wu: "Director, our rooms are arranged on the east side, a total of 8 rooms, each room can accommodate two people."
"Alright. Let's make the assignments." Director Wu took the keys and warned everyone, "There's no signal here, so everyone stay inside the castle and don't go out!"
There were 17 people in total: 11 men and 6 women.
“My assistant and I share a room.” Mo Xizheng picked up a key and pointed it at Jiang Lin.
However, before she could even get used to the key, it was snatched away by a man who suddenly appeared beside her.
Ji Xingyi: "I share a room with Jiang Lin."
"He's my assistant!" Mo Xizheng never expected anyone to steal an assistant these days. Seeing Ji Xingyi stuff the keys into his pocket, Mo Xizheng repeated sharply, "Ji Xingyi, he! is my assistant!"
"So what?" Ji Xingyi stared directly at Mo Xizheng without flinching, his tone chillingly calm. According to his character, a newcomer would never dare to challenge a veteran actor, but unfortunately, he was Ji Xingyi.
Seeing the two locked in a standoff, Wu Hu stepped in to mediate: "Xiao Mo, why don't you join forces with Liang Yuan? Aren't you two good friends? If it weren't for Liang Yuan, you would have been dead by now. You should thank him properly!"
Liang Yuan retired from the entertainment industry four years ago due to illness. Although Director Wu was surprised by Liang Yuan's appearance, it did not prevent him from making money.
Back then, the pairing of Liang Yuan and Mo Xizheng was all over Weibo. Now, Liang Yuan has to stay in the crew. Every time he films a scene, he just throws in a few shots, and that generates a lot of buzz again!
Mo Xizheng's expression changed repeatedly. If she refused in public, she would not only offend the director but also damage her own image. In the end, she could only grit her teeth and accept the key that Director Wu handed her.
After the men were assigned, it was the women's turn. Ruan Qing and Xu Enxi worked for the same company, and since neither of their assistants were present, they were naturally assigned to the same room.
Ruan Qing awkwardly took the keys and looked at Xu Enxi. She noticed that Xu Enxi had been sitting on the sofa for a long time without moving. Thinking that the other person was tired, she went over to greet her.
To everyone's surprise, Xu Enxi fell to the ground after just touching the woman's shoulder, and Ruan Qing instinctively screamed in fright.
Mo Xizheng rushed over immediately, helped the woman up, checked her breath, and then pinched her philtrum, urgently calling out, "Enxi! Wake up!"
"Where's the team doctor!" Song He quickly called over Yang Hua, the female team doctor from the film crew.
Yang Hua had tools and medicine in his backpack and immediately began to examine Xu Enxi.
Xu Enxi slowly woke up, her face pale and weak, and said, "I...I'm fine..."
Yang Hua: "She doesn't have a fever, just a little low blood sugar. She should be fine after resting for a while. Please help her back to her room."
Mo Xizheng nodded. He wanted to pick up Xu Enxi, but awkwardly found it a bit difficult. The next second, he heard a deep voice beside him.
"I'll do it." Liang Yuan stepped forward and easily picked up Xu Enxi in a princess carry.
Seeing the man go upstairs, Mo Xizheng quickly chased after him, saying, "Slow down, don't drop Enxi!"
Director Wu: "Everyone, go back and pack your luggage first. We'll meet downstairs in one hour!"
Jiang Lin watched everything indifferently; to these NPCs, it was just a minor accident. But all the players knew that this was the prelude to the Song of the Dead.