Rebirth of the King of Shadow Emperor and Singer

Torture, endless torture.

Yu Mao knelt on the ground, as if tied to the copper pillar. Every time Lu Yuming said a word, the copper pillar became hotter.Yu Mao couldn't break free from the scorched skin and burning flesh, and couldn't escape.

This is a grand cannonball torture, the parties involved are bloodthirsty and excited, and the observers are terrified.

And when it all started, there was just an ordinary "a".

The camera stops outside the window, and the cloud rises at some unknown time, covering the lazy sunlight in the late spring afternoon.A cool breeze blows across the hall, and the thin curtains are raised, like a long and distant breath, falling softly.

A thin and slender figure slowly appeared.

At first, it was silent like a silhouette.The inexplicable ghostly aura is like a knife, tearing the pure-colored silk and satin, and wrinkling a pool of spring water.Slowly flowing resentment, like soft branches and vine leaves, stretches, entangles, and spreads.Yan Shisan, forgot death, but Yan Shisan was full of death.

On the opposite side of him, Yu Mao, or Cheng Junbai, stood upright, his eyelids and brows were slightly drawn, deep and stern, unruly still remained in his eyes, but his aura was ten million times stronger than that of Lu Yuming.

Yu Mao's Cheng Junbai is not what the script should be. Cheng Junbai in the script is on the verge of collapse at this time, crying and kneeling at Yan Shisan's feet, counting all the evidence again, trying to prove to Yan Shisan that he is dead.But at this time, Yu Mao's Cheng Junbai was still standing, looking at the ghostly young man opposite him, looking at each other, maintaining his dignity, a gap of breath, a confrontation of thousands of troops.

Maybe this isn't Cheng Junbai in the movie, or Yan Shisan in the movie, maybe it's just the duel between Lu Yuming and Yu Mao.

The heavy pressure hit the muscles, bones and blood vessels, preventing the director from calling a stop, and blocking all redundant arrangements except for the two.

Yu Mao said, "You are already dead."

"I'm still alive." Lu Yuming's words were elegant and calm, just telling a fact.

"No, you're dead. All you have left is your soul. You don't have bones, flesh, skin, or blood. Touch your neck, there's no warmth there, hold your chest, there's no beating." Yu Mao read quietly Reading the lines and reading a manifesto, "You died a long time ago, died in a murder 100 years ago. The only thing left is a piece of erratic spirit body that can't be cuddled."

"How could it be? Brother. I'm standing in front of you." Lu Yuming was still speaking his lines, but this "brother" seemed to be drawn from deep memories and presented with flesh and blood.

Yu Mao's breathing stagnates, and then he returns to normal. His tone is even more stern: "You may have forgotten how you died. You will naturally recognize the wrong person. Let me help you recall. Do you still remember the murder?"

Lu Yuming raised his head suddenly, and a trace of bloodthirsty eagerness flashed inexplicably in his deep pupils. He smiled brightly: "Of course, I remember how you stabbed my skin, and the flesh and blood slowly overflowed. It hurts a lot. Ah, the heart was torn open. There seemed to be a lot of air bubbles, bubbling, scatter in the body to find the exit."

It was a long and short process, the gas was forcibly injected into the blood, violently and quickly.The heart dilates, and the rush of blood stirs the air bubbles into fine foam.The heart contracts, and the foam rushes to the center along with the blood, and it only takes one heartbeat to block the way of life.The lack of oxygen seems to be for a moment, but in the following years, it tortured Lu Yuming all the time. Every time he closed his eyes, he wondered if there would be a syringe filled with air against his heart when he woke up. pulse.

Yu Mao felt chills in his heart, and said inexplicably, "I told you, you misidentified the person."

Everything was messed up at this moment.

Lu Yuming shook his head: "How could I recognize the wrong person?"

Lu Yuming walked slowly to the door, opened the door, and raised his finger to the distance: "I still remember, in the corridor, you pushed me out and called my name loudly. You said, don't die, don't die."

Where Lu Yuming pointed, the long corridor was empty, and the three patios shimmered.Inexplicably, Yu Mao thought of the white lights in the corridor of the hospital, where is the abyss of memory!

But Lu Yuming doesn't plan to let Mao go too far.

This is a reminiscence scene that happened by coincidence in time, Lu Yuming never said it, but Chu Xiuning made a tailor-made role for him, so he has already written everything for him.

Now every word of Lu Yuming is in the script, and every word can bring Yu Mao back to the past.

In the beginning, it was the most beautiful vision. The young self followed behind the older Yu Mao, touching the unknown world, full of trust and hope.In the summer night, a song "Meeting and Eternity" started a new journey, and made a great wish when it was brilliant, and will take Zero to tour the world in the future.To throw everything away for this, only to wake up and find that everything is fake.Back again, a nightmare.

Lu Yuming's voice was deep and deep, like a whisper, sticky like honey, poisonous like poison.A lot of memories, dressed in the cloak of a play, hidden from everyone's eyes, come slowly along with the singing voice.

Yu Mao had no way to escape, he was choked by Lu Yuming's words and dragged into the black hell.Every word of Lu Yuming is like a chain, which is imposed on Yu Mao one by one.Those things that he thought no one knew except himself were also vaguely described by Lu Yuming, vividly before his eyes.

Yu Mao knelt down uncontrollably, cold sweat dripping down his temples.It's just like... the hero in the movie who begged at the beginning, even more miserable.The dignity that Yu Mao wanted to maintain was completely annihilated in this scene, which was extremely pitiful.

Lu Yuming ignored this gesture. When he died, when he was living in a black and white world, who would let him go?In the end, Lu Yuming turned her head and stood beside Yu Mao: "I remember all these. I also remember, I am dead."

Yu Mao looked up and saw the dawn.That's right, Lu Yuming is dead, what the hell is he thinking!He's already dead!He would make Li Junyou's mistake and be frightened by a young actor!

Yu Mao raised his hand and slapped himself. The slap was so hard that it rang through the room.With his clear mind coming back, Yu Mao stood up, straightened his back proudly, and wanted to speak.

Lu Yuming raised the corner of his mouth slightly, the flood poured out, and the fire started a prairie fire: "I died, but, I'm alive again."

At this moment, the bloody blade slashed across the blooming white plums, and the girl amidst the flames of war gave a youthful smile.All good, all ruin.

Yu Mao was stunned, looking at the person in front of him, inexplicably thinking of Li Junyou.Li Junyou said: "He is back, and he will not let you go."

The regained confidence and arrogance were quenched in an instant, leaving only fear and despair, and his reason died. It didn't matter who this person was or what he was going to do. The important thing was that he was back.After these days of torture, he was forced to bow his head, and the popularity accumulated for three years was exhausted at once, but as long as Lu Yuming died, it would be worth it.

How could Lu Yuming come back!

"Go to hell! Go to hell!" Yu Mao screamed, he was not Li Junyou, he was extremely ruthless and furious, he jumped up suddenly, grabbed the dagger used for suicide, and rushed towards Lu Yuming.

"Stop!" The old lady Xiao jumped up, and the whole team mobilized, tearing into a ball, and finally separated Yu Mao and Lu Yuming.

Standing outside the crowd, Qu Hao watched Ji Ru take the opportunity to step on Yu Mao, without any joy or disdain, but feeling scared, so scared that he was at a loss what to do.Because Lu Yuming separated from the crowd, stood up, his lips were pursed into a line, his face was cut like a knife, full of coldness and sternness, his eyes swept over Qu Hao, as if there was nothing, without any emotion.

The next shooting was a torture for the whole crew.

Time and time again, Yu Mao calmed down, Yu Mao entered the play, Yu Mao was stimulated by Lu Yuming, Yu Mao lost his mind.

No one noticed the problem with the lines, but Lu Yuming became more and more forceful and stern, and came on stage with a deadpan face. The softness when talking about memories at first did not exist anymore. He just watched Yu Mao collapse calmly. When Yu Mao jumped up to attack, he let it go .Then he watched the staff huddle around Yu Mao with cold eyes.

But Yu Mao was stubborn to the end, and reversed the image that had been hit by the scandal before.As if one searing was not enough, I insisted on throwing myself into the frying pan to blow out the stench.Only Yu Mao knew that if he stopped here today, he would not be able to escape from the show, and sooner or later he would go crazy like Li Junyou, so he could only send himself to Lu Yuming to cut him into pieces.

Lu Yuming accompanied me.

Finally, in the last match, Yu Mao won, An Ran survived the sentence "I'm alive again", and An Ran survived all kinds of abuse afterwards.Yu Mao gritted his teeth, grabbed Lu Yuming's shoulder, his facial muscles twitched and read his lines: "For the person I like, for the child I have not yet born... I will prove to you what is the state of death. If I dead, will you let them go?"

Lu Yuming tilted his head, noncommittal.

Yu Mao trembled, feeling that he was on the verge of collapse again: "If you are like this, I will take it as your acquiescence."

After speaking, he picked up the dagger and stabbed his wrist.But he was firmly grasped, grabbing his hand, the joints were slender, with great force, the skin was tightly stretched, and the veins were bulging.Yu Mao raised his head suddenly, his eyes sparkled: "You, what are you doing grabbing me? Don't you let me die?"

Yu Mao has already entered the play, and his voice is full of surprise.

Lu Yuming held Yu Mao's wrist and moved it gently until the tip of the dagger pointed at Yu Mao's heart.Lu Yuming was indifferent and cold: "Poke here, blood will come out, air will squeeze in, and there will be a nice sound."

Bloodthirsty, cruel, ruthless, already extreme.

At this point in Yu Maoyan's performance, he couldn't help himself. Bewitched by Lu Yuming's low-pitched words, he turned his wrists and exerted every inch of force, so that the blade of the prop could be retracted into the handle.But Yu Mao's expression is just rightly hideous and fearful, not acting, but Lu Yuming's hand holding his wrist bone, the strength is very light but not human-like, it is as cold as snow, like a sharp weapon, cutting open the skin, reaching directly Flesh, cut bone marrow.

Lu Yuming's voice, like ice and snow, cut open Yu Mao's head.

"Whoever destroys me will pay with life; whoever tramples on me will pay with blood. Yu Mao, we will never stop dying."

Time passed, and four years later, a verdict came.