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Chapter 487 Invite a few people with grudges

"Even if I can't win with intelligence, I still have courage. I still have courage. I can be the tank in the team. I can make those who are afraid of me rely on my strong arms. I can lead everyone forward."

The agent closed his eyes, and all his words fell into silence.

After a while, she said softly, "You are afraid of even reading novels. Are you sure you won't be scared to the point of rolling on the ground if you immerse yourself in them?"

Tang Mingxi said firmly: "Sure."

As soon as he saw that there was hope, he quickly wiped his tears and got up, then said, "I know that those are all fake, how can I be scared? When I read novels, it was because the writing was too immersive. But for this kind of game, I knew from the beginning that everything was fake, so of course I wouldn't be scared."

That makes sense.

Don’t you know it’s fake just by reading the novel?

The agent nodded. After all, the arm is no match for the thigh. Moreover, the traffic of this variety show will definitely not decrease after it is released, and the participants will only get more exposure and discussion.

But there is also a disadvantage, that is, any action on a variety show will be magnified and criticized, not to mention that people's subconscious actions after being frightened will be even more uncontrollable.

It cannot be said that Tang Mingxi has a bad personality, it's just that he doesn't quite match the personality packaged by the company, and the key thing is that he is timid. What if he gets scared into something bad, or gets scared to the point of talking nonsense on a variety show?

This variety show is being filmed and aired for the first time, so no one knows what will be in it or what the effect will be when it is aired. Having too high expectations from the audience is not always a good thing, and there is a high chance of failure.

The agent's concerns obviously go beyond Tang Mingxi's single-minded mind.

Li Wenshu was certainly aware of these concerns. After all, she was someone who had watched variety shows and had an immersive experience in the infinite streaming channel of the system mall.

She knows her limits.

Reading novels is completely different from immersive experiences. Novels have to be written in a very immersive way to scare people, but immersive experiences can scare people to death as long as they are a little bit real, and it will be even more incredible if you add some NPCs.

The director was very confident in letting her write the script boldly and then make revisions later.

She originally thought that Li Wenshu would take at least a month to give it to her, but she didn't expect that he would hand it over on the third day.

?

Isn’t this speed a bit too fast?

It's not like he wrote it in three days and three nights without sleeping and submitted it in one go.

My God, this is so dedicated.

The director was so moved that he sent Li Wenshu several roses and thumbs-up.

After she impatiently opened the document and read the first line, she silently turned on all the lights in the room.

It's not that she's afraid, it's just that she's a little presbyopic because of her age.

One night later, the director typed and tremblingly sent a message to Li Wenshu - Can we make it a little less scary and make some minor changes?

It's so funny. If the design was done exactly as per the script, the artist would have been sent to the hospital in the morning and two hours later he was frightened and foaming at the mouth and was sent to the hospital. The variety show was suspended in the afternoon.

Coke Chicken Wings: [Director, this is just the first version, I will revise it later. ]

How to describe the horror level of this first version? It’s probably about the same level as “The Grandmaster” that the director had seen before.

When she finished reading the novel, although it was scary, she was also amazed by its beauty. However, she didn't have any thoughts about the author at the time. After all, she didn't expect that there would be any variety show that would make use of her superb horror skills.

When the idea of ​​escape room came to her, she thought of the author but didn't have the courage to ask.

She just wanted to make an interesting variety show, but didn't want to ruin her reputation.

It just so happens that Coke Chicken Wings has good imagination and writing style, and the most important thing is that he writes sweet stories.

How scary can writing sweet stories be...

It can terrify people to the core.

The director's fingers were shaking as he held the cigarette. No, are people who write sweet stories so talented these days?

She also thought that if the writing was not too scary, she could draw on other people's imaginations and then make some revisions.

The result is that it needs to be modified, but it needs to be made slightly less horrific.

Afterwards, Li Wenshu sent several versions. The director could see from the chat box that she was excited about writing the variety show script, and seemed to be getting more and more excited as she wrote.

She looked at the contents of the document, drank a sip of health tea, and then took a puff of cigarette.

Should she invite a few artists who have grudges against her?

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The Demon Lord is going crazy.

He thought it was a conspiracy, but no one in the world seemed to share his view.

Relying on his intelligence and talent, he infiltrated the Lingxiao Sect and worked as a janitor. The job was provided with food and lodging but no wages, which was equivalent to working for free.

The Demon Lord wants to observe the Lingxiao Sect to see if this story has any connection with the internal affairs of these sects.

Later I found out that there is indeed a connection.

Doesn't it matter if they each have one?

And they watch it at a fixed time and place almost every day. I feel uncomfortable watching anything before I see the follow-up, and I feel uncomfortable all over after watching the follow-up. I don’t know what they are watching.

The Demon Lord also wanted to watch it, but he couldn't. However, he knew some of the plot through what he saw and heard.

He didn't want to listen at all, but he could hear them discussing the plot wherever he went in Lingxiao Sect.

The Demon Lord originally thought that it was only the younger generation who were like this. After all, it was normal for young people to have no resistance to entertainment that was harmful to the body and mind, such as dialogue books. But the older ones should always...

What should he do? He always felt that those elders with untidy white beards, sage-like demeanor and sanctimonious appearance would at least turn a blind eye to this, if not disdain it.

As a result, he saw the third elder mixed in with the disciples and arguing fiercely with someone, and then more elders and disciples joined in.

People who don't know the situation might think they are arguing about some grand goal like the future of the sect, but people who know the situation know that they are just arguing about some unknown love line in the storybook.

They were divided into several groups: fans of Jiang Xian and Jiang Mu, fans of Jiang Xian and Xie Sichen, fans of Jiang Xian and the evil demon (this group was beaten up), and fans of Jiang Xian and other people...

Of course, the largest proportion, the strongest, the most venomous and the most unreasonable ones are the toxic fans of the female protagonist.

The third elder, by himself, demonstrated the power of taking advantage of his seniority and throwing a tantrum to the fullest, while the first elder next to him was cheering him on.

By the way, the Great Elder was originally a fan of Jiang Mu's career. After all, he is a fan of geniuses, and he likes whoever has higher talent in cultivation.

Later, he got out of the pit and climbed back to the wall, because he felt that among all the people, only the heroine was focused on her career, while the others either used their super high talents to engage in love affairs, or indulged in self-pity and depravity. In his opinion, they might as well be pulled out and fed to pigs.

The Demon Lord listened to them arguing for an entire afternoon, and the next day they argued again for the entire morning. He argued until the storybook was delivered and began to read it quietly, and then continued after finishing it.

Oh, the one who delivered the storybook was a little demon.