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Afraided by the extremely shrill screams, the crew members who were working on the set thought of the terrible experience in the past ten days. They looked in the direction where the sound came in fear and saw a huge black parasol with milky white outer layer and black inner layer under a huge Chinese-style cloth shirt costume, a tall young man covered his mouth with his hands and jumped in pain.

At the same time, the dazzling red blood water in the bright sunlight kept oozing out like a spring in the gap between his fingers.

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

"Blood, why did so much blood suddenly shed? Doctor Xu, Dr. Xu, come here quickly, someone is injured here!";

"Where are you injured? Brother Guanglin, it looks very serious. What's going on? It's obviously okay just now, what's going on..." The few people near the young man were stunned at first, and then shouted in a hurry.

When shooting large-scale film and television dramas, there are many people and complicated things, and in order to pursue better visual effects, large-scale photography machines such as booms are often used, and there are also some dangerous shots shot by stunt actors, so there will inevitably be medical personnel on standby on site.

Amid the screams of exclamation, a middle-aged man with sparse hair soon ran over from the shade in the distance, following two female nurses in white robes.

He hurried to the tall young man. The middle-aged man saw that the blood had been left all over the ground. After estimating the amount of blood loss, his face suddenly became very ugly. After all, the medical staff working in the crew must not be a person with specialized medical skills, and they just played an emergency role. The injuries that were too serious could not be handled at all.

"No. This kind of blood flow is not good. 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 me or to calm myself down naturally. The middle-aged man muttered anxiously in his mouth. He opened the medicine box and flipped it a few times, took out a box of ointments, and said to the injured young man with a sharp voice: "Pick your hand away and let me see the wound."

"Wuwuwu..." The tall young man took away the palm of his hand that was covered with blood that had stuck to his mouth in pain. Only then did everyone see that there was no wound on his face, and blood actually emerged from his mouth.

"Is the internal organ bleeding..." The middle-aged man became even more nervous when he saw that the tall young man had no injuries. He took out a small strong flashlight from the medical box and said loudly. "Open your mouth and say, ah, I'll confirm the location of the wound."

"Woo woo..." The tall young man opened his mouth with distorted face and tried his best to open his mouth. He suddenly broke most of his body, leaving only a piece of flesh-and-blooded tongue the size of an adult's fingernail, spit out of his mouth.

The tongue was inexplicably injured in public, and it was usually possible that it was self-harm. Seeing the broken tongue in front of him with blood flowing, the middle-aged man couldn't help but ask the injured: "Dong, tongue. Your tongue is almost broken, why do you bite..."

While speaking, he looked at the wound carefully and changed his mouth in horror: "This is a cut wound. Such a smooth section must be a very sharp knife and scalpel..." Before he finished speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a small foreign object that rushed out of the mouth of a tall young man.

The foreign object was only the size of a baby's palm. After falling to the ground with a scream of fear, he shook his body with blood and looked around with a trembling voice. He turned out to be an ancient-shaped samurai warrior paper doll wearing armor, a long sword on his waist and a deer horn crown.

Seeing this scene, the actors, agents, directors, and chores around them blinked as if they couldn't believe their eyes, but then they looked over but nothing changed.

While they were watching the paper puppet, the small paper man also looked at the people around him with a cold expression. His eyes drawn with ink brushes were swollen and extremely sharp gazes, which forced real people to avoid them, including Zheng Meili in the distance.

Zhang Muzi, who was standing beside him, found the frightened expression of his best friend, immediately stepped forward and blocked Zheng Meili behind him, looked at the samurai paper man and coughed lightly, and said in a literary way: "Mr. Abe, since he has punished the illegitimate disciples who speak ill words, please calm down and stop being intimidated."

When he finished speaking, the paper puppet's head no longer turned around, and he looked towards Zhang Muzi, and asked in a sharp and sharp voice like sharpening a knife: "I don't know what your sect, what is the name of?"

"I am not as famous as Mr. Abe. You can't tell me the origin," Zhang Muzi smiled and said, "After Zhang Muzi, he took over a temple called "Xingtian Palace" from his grandfather."

"It turns out that it is the master Shinro who has been passed down for five hundred years, and is in charge of the 'three hundred miles of overseas mountains and rivers, and 100,000 followers of men and women'." Unexpectedly, after hearing Zhang Muzi's words, the face of the paper man simulated a lifelike and surprised expression. His joints folded and slowly knelt on the ground, bowed deeply and said, "Your Highness, I am guarding Kyoto of Himaru, and the Abe family of the Ichimen. Abe Inuzaburo sees you here."

The Himaru culture inherited from the fertile land of China. The only difference between ancient Chinese culture was Shinto Masahira and powerful shrines and temples often ruled a territory with the same "integration of politics and religion" as ordinary feudal lords, and they had all the military, political, economic and other rights in the territory.

Therefore, people do not call them religious names such as "presidency", but respect them as "Your Highness". At this time, Abe Inuzaburo saluted Zhang Muzi with such respectful titles through the mouth of a paper man, which was actually a recognition of status.

After all, although "Himaru" is only a small place compared to China, it has a history of thousands of years. It has served its supreme ruler, the Emperor, for generations, and was given the use of the chrysanthemum patterned emblem unique to the Emperor's family. It is respected as the "Ichi Sect". In terms of the gang, it is a real noble.

We naturally maintain a contemptuous attitude towards ordinary folk spirit mediums, gods, monks, monks, and masters, as the head of Abe's family, pointing out that Zhang Muzi has hundreds of years of family tradition, and is the so-called master of Shen Luo, who is the "Your Highness", which is a gentle expression of the meaning of "same kind".

Unfortunately, Zhang Muzi is a pure Chinese descendant and has not received any aristocratic elite education. He could not understand Abe Inuzaburo's words at all.

However, seeing others saluting to him solemnly, although his personality is withdrawn, his family education is strict. After being polite and considerate to others, Zhang Muzi was stunned for a moment, but he did not rude. He hurriedly raised his hands and bowed deeply and said politely: "Ah, the head of the Abe family, the Lord of Xiashenro Island, the Lord of Tianxing Palace, Zhang Muzi returned the gift, disrespect, disrespect."

When the paper saw Zhang Muzi's inappropriate behavior, her face flashed and her mouth drooped in a strange tone, she continued to say with a strange tone: "Your Highness, the reason why I came to Shincheng this time was entrusted by President Fukumatsu, the 'Orihimama' Kyogin Co., Ltd...."

"Your Excellency, please don't worry, I'm here just to protect the safety of my friends. I will not do anything else. Please do it just by taking action." Zhang Muzi interrupted the head of the Abe family with a sense of ease and said with a smile.

Hearing this, the paper doll smiled reservedly on his face and bowed deeply: "Since this is the case, I will thank Your Highness for your humility. I will take it back." As he said this, he suddenly turned soft and turned into a piece of blood-stained waste paper and spread it on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Muzi couldn't help but walk to the paper doll stuck to the ground, squatted down and looked carefully for a while, and even touched the paper with his hand, confirming that it was ordinary color. After kraft paper, he couldn't help but think, "Is paper just a medium? This is Himaru's most authentic 'shikigami manipulation technique'. It's indeed mysterious and mysterious..."

At this time, the others around came back to their senses from the scene similar to the mythical movie just now. A tall young man who was injured was lying softly on the ground at some point. The person who kept twitching immediately exclaimed: Guanglin, Guanglin... Doctor Xu Guanglin fainted!"

"This is a symptom of excessive blood loss. Life is in danger. Report first aid quickly, hurry up and..." The middle-aged doctor who woke up in his dream saw that the injured person's cheeks were pale and there was no blood at all, and the breathing in his chest became extremely weak. He shouted anxiously, squeezed out all the powerful hemostatic ointment in the entire tube and applied it to the wound of the tall young man's tongue, but was washed away by the surging blood in no way.

"Oh." Zhang Muzi, who shifted his attention from the scrapped paper puppet to the dying wounded man because of the screams around him, stood up, and watched the tall young man whose life was passing by little with blood. He sighed quietly, turned around and walked back to his best friend and whispered: "Miri, stop looking, that guy is dead. The more you look at you, the sadder you feel. Go and have some cold things to change your mood."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zheng Meili had not answered yet, suddenly he saw Jin Xiuer in the 'missing girl' murmured with a blank expression: "Why is Guanglin dead?"

The ointment that the doctor applied to him was obviously very effective, why can't he stop his blood? Why, why did he encounter such a thing? Why so many people in the crew, it's not others but it's him..."

"Xiu'er, it's okay, Guanglin must be fine. Don't worry, don't worry..." The oldest girl in the 'girl group' next to her, who looked the quiet and lovely temperament, saw Jin Xiu'er's gangster look in a daze, held her in her arms and comforted her in a low voice.

Hearing this, Zhang Muzi couldn't help but curl his lips but didn't say much. After his expression was captured by his best friend who had known each other 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 will be dead, but you can save him, right?
Chapter completed!