Chapter 439: It’s All Fake
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Then, with a tearing sound, the “person” in front of him was torn into two!
A black aura rose, and Chris’s pupils constricted! According to the original script, he should have torn a piece of clothing, but the head hanging on the clothes rack in front of him raised up and stared straight at him. So what he tore was… a real ghost?!
Chris’s expression froze for a mont. When the director was explaining the script, he had said that after he tore the Japanese apart, there would be no blood at the event location. There would only be a green smoke. There would be special effects later. Before the black smoke dissipated, the green smoke that the production team had originally planned to spray out.
The director didn’t stop. Chris could only continue acting. He rushed over and picked Sara up. Then, he freed his hand to pick up the intelligence officer. Behind him, he soared into the air, climbed over the wall, got into the car, and drove away. All of this needed post-production special effects and additional filming.
The director finally shouted in satisfaction!
Chris instantly threw the intelligence agent away and held Sara with one hand. Before she could recover, her hand subconsciously grabbed the straw bag at her waist.
Sara’s hair was a ss, and her face was black from the smoke. She was breathing heavily, and her eyes were burning with anger. Which bastard had plotted against her? She looked at Julia imdiately. Between them, she was smiling and talking to the person beside her, looking pure and harmless.
Sara suppressed her anger. She was a vengeful person, but she wasn’t brainless. Rushing to settle scores with Julia without evidence would only put her in a passive position. Now she was even more confused about the shadow just now. If it hadn’t been for that thing, her face would have been more than blackened. She would have been burned.
Alia looked at the set in a daze, her eyes filled with confusion. Fourth Uncle had really torn the ghost apart with his hands. He was super powerful! But Sister Sara’s act was to be blown up. Was she really going to be blown up? She was instantly worried. It turned out that acting in a television drama was so scary. Fourth Uncle’s profession was too dangerous. If the plot required Fourth Uncle to be hit by a car one day, would Fourth Uncle really be sent flying? Or would Fourth Uncle really die one day?
At that mont, Alia had even thought of what grave to choose for Chris. Her eyes were filled with tears.
The director turned around and asked with a smile, “How is it? It’s fun to tear the ghosts apart with your hands… Aiyo, my dear, why are you crying?” The director imdiately panicked and coaxed Alia. He thought that Alia was frightened and even comforted her. “Be good. It’s just a piece of clothing.
It’s not real. It’s fake. It’s all take!”
As the script was originally supposed to tear off a piece of clothing, and the spray was black and gray, it was not considered bloody and terrifying, so the director let Alia see it. Who knew that it would scare her? The director imdiately blad himself, and Mrs. Walton regretted it. She originally wanted Alia to see different things, but she did not expect Alia to cry…
William was also dumbfounded. He quickly rummaged through his bag and finally found a packet of tissues. He tore it open in a hurry and took out a tissue to wipe Alia’s tears.
Alia’s tears fell like beans. William panicked. “Mia… Don’t cry, don’t cry…”
Mrs. Walton picked Alia up in self-reproach. “Mia, don’t cry, don’t cry. Are you frightened?”
Alia choked and pointed at the monitor in front of the director. “Are they really dead? If Fourth Uncle acts as a dead person, does that an Mia won’t have Fourth Uncle? Wow…
Everyone was stunned. So Alia was crying because of this?!
Everyone’s hearts ached and they found it funny. They did not expect Alia to treat those extras who were pretending to be dead as if they were really dead!
The director heaved a sigh of relief and said in amusent, “No, they’re not dead. They’re all faking their deaths. Look, aren’t they standing up now?
They’re all fine!”
The extras on the set walked over.
Mrs. Walton comforted Alia. “It’s fake to tear the ghosts apart with bare hands. That’s clothes. It’s all fake. Everyone is fine.”
Unexpectedly, Alia’s eyes were still filled with tears. “But Sister Sara was really burned!” She was definitely not wrong about this. Sister Sara was burned. If she had not divined in advance, Sister Sara would have been injured. She had calculated several tis and was sure that sothing would happen to Sister Sara, so she interfered in advance. Only then would Sister Sara be fine..
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