Ancient Witch God

A group of people in various robes surrounded a boy.

The young man has a clean temperament and a beautiful appearance, with an indisputable beauty.

"I heard that this child was just retrieved from outside. Is he really from the Wu clan?" A woman who looked about 40 years old asked.

"Hey, don't worry about it so much, since the elder said he has the blood of the Wu clan, then he has the blood of the Wu clan." Said the older looking woman beside her.

"I'm not worried. I heard that the elders are very optimistic about him and want him to be the holy son, but what if his blood is not pure? The holy son of the witch clan cannot be mixed with the blood of other races! What if it is a low-end It's too bad for the human race!" The middle-aged woman said that she couldn't help raising her voice here.

A dry old man in the room heard the movement here and looked over.Although he looked very old, his eyes were still sharp, and he was not as weak as an ordinary old man.

The woman standing outside chatting was frightened by this look, and immediately silenced, not daring to talk about the boy inside again.

"Crack! Get ready for the next scene!" Director Chen Jie yelled while sitting on the chair.

He was quite satisfied with Wu Mu's performance.

Among the new generation of actors who can be named, he has had contact with most of them. Only Wu Mu, who has developed too quickly as a rising star, has not been able to find opportunities to cooperate.

He had seen the film "The Scarlet Twins" filmed by his son, and Wu Mu's performance in it was remarkable, but he had never formally cooperated with him. It is practical to cooperate once.

Wu Mu's acting skills are more mature than he expected.

Just like in the scene just now, Wu Mu was obviously only a supporting role in that scene, and the camera could only capture some details of him, but no one could really ignore him.He seemed to be integrated with the surroundings. He was a person of that era, the child picked up by the witch clan, the unknown boy who had been confirmed to be the holy son.

Chen Jie flipped through the script. The context and direction of the script are very clear, but there is no second half. I heard that the second half has not been finished yet. This is an incredible thing for him.

He has been directing for so many years, but he has never heard of anyone whose script is still in the writing stage when the filming starts.

However, Optoelectronics Media hired him with a high salary, and Ji Muhui came forward in person, so he had to sell the other party's face no matter what.

The members of the props team on the set are still busy. Switching scenes is not an easy task. In order to save time, many people ran to complete the work, shouting everywhere. If you are not smart enough, you may face your superiors at any time scolding, even though it doesn't have much to do with how well you're doing.

The set was quickly decorated, and many props made of foam were placed on it.

These foams make the texture of stone, a bit like carved stone pillars.Some are even made into beasts or ghosts, looking rough and wild.

The beating of bells and drums sounded, which was different from ordinary classical music. This sound was more primitive, and everything showed the unique charm of this era.

"Holy Son Ganmu, a man who descended from the sky, my clan protects you, and may you make the witch clan prosper." The elder read the words passed down from generation to generation with a solemn expression.

He picked up the cinnabar that he had prepared, and drew a mysterious and distinctive totem on the boy's forehead.

"Follow the elder's instruction." This was the words taught by others before the ceremony started, and he just recited it, so his voice was flat, without much enthusiasm and respect.

When the people around saw his performance, several people showed obvious dissatisfaction, and some people were worried. Of course, some looked at him with loving eyes, but such people were only a minority after all.

"Crack, prepare for the location shooting of Act [-], Scene [-]!" Chen Jie shouted.

As soon as the words fell, several people acted quickly.

They need to take some shooting equipment outside, which is not a very easy job, there are a lot of equipment to carry.

Of course, this also means that everyone will have a certain amount of rest time.

"How do you feel?" Song Zijue asked.

As the screenwriter of this play, Song Zijue will also often appear on the set.

"Nothing special." Wu Mu replied.

"Wouldn't it be strange to film your own past experiences?" Song Zijue was a little curious.

Wu Mu thought for a while, shook his head, and said, "It's all real things, it's just a re-experience of what happened in the past, what's so strange about it."

Song Zijue thought of Wu Mu's unusual attitude, and suddenly felt that he had asked a stupid question.

"Have you finished writing the second half?" Song Zijue stopped talking, but it was Wu Mu's turn to ask questions.

This question really stumped Song Zijue, he hesitated for a long time, but he couldn't answer why, Wu Mu knew the answer to the question without asking carefully.

"What's the matter?" Wu Mu asked. He had read the script. Although he was not as good as a professional screenwriter, there were still many remarkable points. newcomer.That being the case, it shouldn't be a problem to finish the second half.

"I'm a bit stuck..." Song Zijue's expression was obviously quite speechless, "It's the kind of situation where you know what happened, but you can't express it perfectly. What I want is to perfectly reproduce the scene at that time. If you can't , so what's the point of this play?"

Wu Mu sneered, looked into the distance, and said: "Perfect reproduction? That era has passed, tell me, how can you perfectly reproduce that era?"

Song Zijue was stunned, he hadn't thought about this question at all.

It turns out that era no longer exists...

"You're right, I'll hurry up and finish it when I get back!" Song Zijue said and made a cheering gesture to himself.

"Do I really have to wait for the script to give me an answer? Sooner or later, I'll know. Why don't you just tell me?" Wu Mu still cared a little about being kept in the dark. Small things, what does Ji Muhui have to hide?

"No way, I promised him. But in fact, I can understand it, as if I haven't dared to tell Zhou Bowen that I have another memory. Although I think he is more or less aware of it, sometimes People are like this, the more they care about people and things, the less they dare to take risks." Song Zijue shrugged, he could generally understand the reason why Ji Muhui was so cautious, although it seemed to him that doing so was a bit of a one-off. But who made Wu Mu always be the little sun in his heart?

People in love are always more brainless, of course, including himself.

Wu Mu acquiesced in his answer and let the question go lightly.

"Is that wild boy still there?" A woman with a slightly mean face asked.

"Yeah, there's no way, the elder is here to protect you!" The woman who answered had a round face, but the expression on her face was a bit fierce, so she wasn't flattering.

"I don't know what the elders think. There are so many outstanding children in the younger generation of the Wu Clan, but they chose such a bastard who came out of nowhere. Although his cultivation speed is indeed faster than ordinary little witches. Not at all, but it's not worth confusing the noble blood of the witch clan?!" As she spoke, the mean woman's voice became louder.

"Hush! Shh! Keep your voice down, it won't be good if the elders hear you." The round-faced woman pulled off the sleeve of the man next to her nervously, and was relieved when she saw that the other person calmed down, "Hey, although I also I feel that it is not good for him to be the Holy Son, but the elders support it, so there is nothing we can do about it!"

The mean girl frowned tightly, but in the end she didn't dare to go against the elder's wishes, so her volume became much lower.

"I know, I just feel uncomfortable!"

The round-faced woman sighed, and said: "Hey, who can feel better? I heard that although this wild boy has the blood of the witch race, it is not pure. I heard that there are human races mixed in his body." What about his blood!"

The last sentence was said close to the mean girl's ear, the voice was extremely low, but very clear, with a unique taste of gossip and some inexplicable contempt.

Indeed, in this era of rampant beasts, the human race is one of the most low-end existences. If it weren't for them being able to provide faith to all races, they might not be able to survive long ago.

The human race exchanged their beliefs for the protection of other races, and other races gained the power to enhance their beliefs by protecting the human race.It can be said to be a mutually beneficial relationship, but in the end, the party with bigger fists has more confidence in speaking, so unconsciously, the human race has become a low-end existence.

Bloodlines represent strength. In such an era, high-end, pure bloodlines often indicate how high a person can stand and how far he can go. Therefore, bloodline confusion is not welcome, especially if there are people from the human race mixed in. blood.

Therefore, even though Ganmu was found back and appointed as the holy son by the elders, he was not popular in the clan. On the contrary, he was rejected by most people.

In the temple of the Wu clan, Gan Mu sat cross-legged on the platform in the middle of the pool, and the elder pointed softly.Seeing that Ganmu's breathing gradually calmed down, he slowed down and walked out of the temple carefully.

Outside the hall, his eldest grandson stood there, waiting for him respectfully.

Recently, there have been more and more discussions about Gan Mu. He accidentally heard that the other party's body was mixed with human blood, and he was also worried about this.

"Grandpa, I heard..." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the elder raising his hand.

"I know what you're going to say, about Ganmu, right?" The elder's gentle voice sounded, with the unique hoarseness of the old man.

The elder's eldest grandson nodded with a worried expression on his face.

"Gan Ming, sometimes, don't look too closely, we have to take a long-term view. You are destined to inherit my position, don't follow others like those short-sighted people, that will only destroy the entire Wu clan." The elder said earnestly, "Be good with Ganmu, he will help you. As for the blood problem, hey, you will understand eventually..."

The elder left without finishing his sentence, leaving only his eldest grandson standing there blankly, looking at his grandfather's suddenly hunched back.