I Forged the Myth of the Old Ones

"In this way, I have a special training method here. Although it may be difficult, it should be able to quickly improve your acting skills. Do you want to try it?"

"of course!"

Ye Cheng didn't think about it.

"Okay, that's it. Tonight you spend the night at my house, and I'll make arrangements for you."

Lu Bian said.

"Spend the night? Director Lu, are you trying to sneak up on me?"

Ye Cheng was stunned.

"I think if I subtly rule you, you will earn in the end."

Lu Jian is serious.

""

Ye Cheng was speechless.

"Anyway, if you tidy up, I'm sure your acting skills will improve in a straight line in just one night, and you might be able to win the Oscar statuette directly."

Lu Jian patted Ye Cheng on the shoulder.

In the evening, Ye Cheng came to his community according to the address given by Lu Jian.

Lu Jian wandered around the gate of the community and waited for Ye Cheng.

"Let's go, let's have a good meal first, so that we won't be able to eat later."

Lu Jian casually pointed to a restaurant.

"?"

Ye Cheng didn't understand what Lu Jian meant.

He usually wouldn't go to this kind of roadside stall, it's not hygienic, and it may not be delicious, but since Lu Lian asked, he didn't put on airs, so he ate with Lu Lian.

After eating almost, Lu Jian took out another piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Ye Cheng.

"You sign this first."

Ye Cheng spread out the piece of paper and found that it was a personal accident notification letter, which is usually signed in some potentially dangerous sports or events, informing him of the possibility of accidents and accidents.

"Director Lu, is this necessary?"

Ye Cheng smiled, but seeing Lu Lian's serious expression, he still read the notice carefully and signed his name.

He felt that this might be Lu Yi's preparation for future teaching, and some variety shows will have similar operations to increase the sense of substitution for the guests. As far as Ye Cheng himself is concerned, it is quite realistic.

Then, Lu Jian took out another piece of paper.

"Write a suicide note while there is a table here, nothing else, just in case."

"???"

Ye Cheng couldn't understand it at all.

I created the myth of the old ruler

===Chapter 237 You woke up and trained successfully===

"Director Lu, is this necessary?"

Ye Cheng looked at the "suicide note" that Lu Jian took out for himself, and was a little confused.

Let's say it's the effect of the show, Lu Juan doesn't look like a joke, but it's true, Lu Juan can't put himself in danger, right?

Shouldn't it?

After Ye Cheng finished writing a simple suicide note, he handed it over to Lu Jian.

"You don't need to be nervous, this is insurance, and it is not needed under normal circumstances."

Lu Jian comforted.

"Then what is abnormal?"

Ye Cheng couldn't help being curious.

"If there's an abnormal situation, it's an abnormal situation."

Lu Jian answered seriously.

"So wait, didn't you say nothing?"

Ye Cheng was at a loss.

"That's right, I'm going to create some horror atmosphere for you, let you put yourself in the place and feel the fear, so as to achieve the effect of perfectly experiencing the character."

Lu Jian put away the suicide note and explained.

"How does it feel to be in your shoes?"

Ye Cheng was puzzled.

"It's not watching a horror movie again, I feel that except for your movie, Director Lu, the other horror movies lack a bit of flavor and don't scare people at all."

"So you're brave, then?"

"Just kidding, I'm super brave!"

"That's just right. You can come to my house to have a look. My house is quite big."

Lu Jian is persuasive and seductive.

After dinner, Ye Cheng came to Lu Jian's house.

Compared with his own big mansion, Lu Jian's house is obviously much narrower. Ye Cheng first saw the big mirror behind the sofa.

Ye Cheng in the mirror was a little haggard and pale, and he didn't look like he had eaten enough at all.

Ye Cheng looked at the mirror for a while, and the him in the mirror waved at Ye Cheng.

"!"

Ye Cheng rubbed his eyes, and himself in the mirror rubbed his eyes too.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

"Am I blinded?"

He saw Lu Jian lead him to the bedroom and pointed to the bed.

"Lie down."

"?"

A question mark popped up in Ye Cheng's head.

"Director Lu, didn't you agree that there would be no unspoken rules?"

"Who wants to rule you unspoken, this is training."

Lu Jian patted Ye Cheng on the shoulder.

"Lie on the bed, wait until twelve o'clock, close your eyes, then count five hundred heartbeats, then open your eyes and look under the bed."

"What kind of courage game is this?"

Ye Cheng didn't quite understand. He hadn't watched Lu Lian's early videos, so naturally he didn't know the corresponding game.

"Just obey and do as you are told."

The two of them watched some scary videos as a pastime, and Lu Jian found out that Ye Cheng was really courageous. Normal people watch short videos that would be frightened, and he usually has no emotional fluctuations. Perhaps it is this that prevents him from showing his full potential. acting skills and strength.

For the actor's future, Lu Jian decided to work harder.

At [-]:[-], Ye Cheng lay down on Lu Jue's bed, Lu Juan drew the curtains, turned off the lights, closed the door and went back to the living room.

Ye Cheng was in darkness.

He closed his eyes, only hearing the sounds of life from the neighbors around him.

At twelve o'clock, the phone beeped, and Ye Cheng began to count his heartbeats.

"one two Three"

At first, he could count his heartbeats accurately, but gradually, Ye Cheng felt that his heartbeat was getting slower and slower, which was far lower than the frequency of normal people.

At the same time, the surrounding voices became quieter, as if Ye Cheng had been thrown into a different dimension.

crunch--

Suddenly, Ye Cheng seemed to hear the sound of the closet opening, as if something came out with the opening of the closet door.

At first, Ye Cheng thought it was Lu Jian who was going to scare him, but after thinking about it, didn't Lu Jian walk out of the room?

So now, who came out of the closet?

Or, what is it?

Ye Cheng continued to count his heartbeats, but his thoughts couldn't stop diverging.

He thought of those scary videos he watched tonight. Although he thought they were fake when he watched them, they were all special effects, but now that he was in such an environment, he would feel that those things seemed very real.

There was an itching sensation next to his ear, as if someone's hair brushed his ear. Ye Cheng wanted to raise his hand to scratch it, but suddenly found that his arm could not be lifted.

Not only the arms, but even other parts of the body were motionless, as if being heavily pressed by something.

"Ghost, ghost press bed?"

Ye Cheng couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind.

He counted the rhythm of his heartbeat, which was a bit disordered. No, Ye Cheng found that his heartbeat had slowed down for about ten seconds. Under normal conditions, his body would have been cold.

Unreasonable fear hit his heart, and Ye Cheng felt that he was in a helpless and lonely situation, and he couldn't even stop the game.

He kept struggling and trying, but he could only feel his body becoming stiff and unable to resist.

In this long torment, Ye Cheng felt that he was about to collapse.

I don't know how many hours or days later, Ye Cheng finally counted to the [-]th heartbeat.