Immersive Script Experience Master

The Panxing Cult is still wanted by conjurers like street rats.

The form gradually changed.

In an organization like the Panxing Sect, who would believe that they would still have internal strife?

The phone rang quickly, and the man's breathing became short of breath, and he quickly answered the phone.

"Eita, is it over with you? Why are you calling me?"

A faint voice came from the other end of the phone: "It's nothing, it's just that those magicians are going to your side."

"It's nothing!"

"Don't be afraid, I have already found a safe place in advance," a big smile appeared on the other side's face, and the voice was still so calm, "You just do what I say, and I will guide you."

"Thanks for your hard work."

The man led the people behind him and followed the instructions and ran all the way. Various voices came from behind him from time to time, making them dare not stop for a moment.

"Turn left, go upstairs, yes, that is the building, go forward and there is a room on the right, you all stand in the middle, otherwise I will not be responsible if something goes wrong, there is a button at hand, um, a round button, press Download it."

Hit the button hard, the ground shook, and the sound of the machine was booming.

what happened?The ground, rising?

Even at this time, no one suspected that there was something wrong with the person on the phone.

Until a blinding light dispelled the darkness.

They lowered their hands blocking the light, and everyone was frightened.

These Panxing Cult members were standing side by side on a huge stage, facing a group of conjurers.

"Ha... have a good day."

"For all mankind."

At first, there were only a few intermittent chuckles on the phone, but later it turned into crazy laughter, which seemed impossible to stop.

"Hahahahaha-"

Slap, the phone fell to the ground.

It’s over.

they thought.

......

Since guest No. [-] left, a new guest would visit every late night.

Each of them came in the same state as the previous guests, with various questions, but when they left, they were all equally crazy.

Shen Gu Mingyi couldn't tell what was going on, obviously from the outside, these people were much better than before, but inside they became more and more crazy.

That is, things like guest No. [-] will happen every now and then.

The most important point is that none of them ever paid, not one!

They always gave him various answer sheets, but they didn't correct him at first, but later on Kamiya Mingichi didn't know what to say to convince them that he really only wanted to live a peaceful life.

He chose to give up.

Probably when Kamiya Mingichi was really about to starve to death, Uncle Ming finally wrote back.

"It's a very ordinary job. I have a friend who wants to accept some scripts. He promised me to give you some advance payment. It's not much. You can take it first."

script?It's pretty normal, it's just—

"I haven't written the script yet, so it's not good to take the money first."

"It's okay. In the recent downturn, in order to encourage more people to enter the industry and stimulate creation, there are corresponding funding projects in the industry, and you don't have many. As long as you can hand in a script, no matter what the quality is, will it be rejected?" It doesn't matter if you use it."

Uncle Ming said with a smile: "Actually, it's fine even if you don't pay. This subsidy is mainly to let more people enter the industry. If the base is large, there will always be a few who will stay and produce a few good juniors. Then they'll be content."

Shen Gu Mingyi did not immediately agree, but said: "Then let me take a look, if it is suitable, I will take this job seriously."

This kind of answer made Uncle Ming feel very comfortable. Although it's okay for the other party to be fooled, anyway, the people in their trading street don't have a hard bone, and they don't take their faces seriously, but when the other party takes his recommendation so seriously, There is a feeling that Uncle Ming himself is respected by the other party, and his own heart is cherished.

The more Uncle Ming looked at Ming Yi's child, the more he liked it. It's really unlucky that they can produce such a good child in Trading Street.

"Look slowly, I'm leaving first, and I'll contact you if there is anything else."

With the money, Shen Guming used half of it to order a reference book online.

There is a book that says: The screenplay as the art of words...

art.

Kamiya Ming is full of confidence for a moment, if it is art, there will be no problem.

He began to try to write a script, to put it bluntly, that is, to tell a story.

What kind of story will be popular?

Starting from himself, if it is Kamiya Naruichi himself, he will definitely like stories full of love and hatred, because he is emotionally weak, so he especially likes stories with greater emotional fluctuations.

So what should the protagonist be like?

An image gradually emerged in Kamiya Mingichi's mind, which was his favorite character ever.

He has a tortuous life experience, is powerful but will protect the weak, will forgive those who betray him, and is willing to bear the darkness in order to save the world. He remembers having the title of "xx's last conscience".

Isn't this the most standard protagonist template?

Naruto Kamiya's eyes lit up.

It's decided, it's you - Nakahara Chuya!

He flipped through a manuscript paper and sat at the table under the moon. The soft starlight shone on him. Gradually, his vision blurred and sleepiness hit his brain.

What story is this script telling?

A blood race ruled the human world for 300 years, and was finally overthrown. The one who overthrew the blood race rule was a boy named...

......

For Nakahara Chuya, today is already a rare rest day. Since a certain mackerel defected, its workload has increased sharply. After all it is different.

In the middle of the night, he was lying on the bed, looking at the starry sky. Gradually, as if something was calling him, his consciousness sank into the depths without struggling.

The young man slowly closed his eyes, his brows furrowed.

"Naka, don't sleep anymore!"

A voice exploded in his head like a bell.

Zhong Yuanzhong also opened his eyes suddenly, the green sky was reflected in his pupils, the green leaves were blown by the soft wind, rustling, and there were faintly chirping birds hidden among the trees, everything made people feel very Cozy.

However, Zhong Yuanzhong did not relax his vigilance because of the comfortable environment around him. He immediately turned over, clamped the neck of the person next to him and pressed hard to the ground.

"Cough-cough cough, Na, Naka..."

"That's great, you're very courageous."

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, the man under him...huh?

The boy in the gray linen clothes stared round, probably because he was frightened, his face turned pale, and he looked at him for a while, then lowered his head first, not daring to look at him.

Zhongyuan Zhong also subconsciously let go, and suddenly found that his palm seemed to have shrunk.

His face changed, and he lowered his head to check himself. Sure enough, his whole body had shrunk, and he was wearing clothes that looked like boys, all of which were burlap, with a very rough texture.

"Naka, what's wrong with you?" Because he didn't pinch the boy's neck again, the other party was finally able to speak a complete sentence.

Worried right from the start.

Because Nakahara also lowered his head, he didn't notice the boy's eyes that became complicated in an instant. When he looked at the boy again, he had a clear and confused look again.

"Naka, you called me?" Chuya Nakahara's face was a little smelly.

"Uh, yes?"

"Then tell me, who are you, and who am I in your eyes? What are you planning to do by bringing me here?" At the end of the sentence, he squeezed his fingers and said threateningly: "Don't try to lie I, or I will kill you!"

The boy replied obediently: "Actually, I don't know much about you. I only know that this is the border of the Nauru Empire. Naka is a child in the village. Your parents passed away when you were young, so Naka has always been A man lives by picking wild berries in the mountains, squeezing them into juice and selling them for money."

"I was picked up by you, Naka, the day before yesterday. I don't remember anything about myself, so Naka gave me a name." Speaking of this, the boy couldn't help laughing, looking very happy , "Call Carter!"

"At that time, I fell on the mountain. If Naka hadn't brought me back to the village, I might have died a long time ago, or I might have been picked up by passing nobles, and my fate would not have been good."

The boy pursed his lips and grabbed his sleeve subconsciously: "So Naka don't have to be afraid, I will never hurt Naka, I will protect you just like you have always protected me."

Speaking of the latter part, some depressed teenagers cheered up again, clenched their fists, and their eyes were firm, as if they had made some kind of determination.

"We will always, always live happily ever after!"

The boy's eyes were full of expectations and sighs for the future.

Zhong Yuanzhong also stared at him for a while, then gave an irritable "tsk", stood up by himself, and pulled the boy up as well.

"Na, Naka?" The boy looked at him carefully and puzzled.

Zhongyuan Zhong also stared at him silently for a while, then turned and walked in front.

"Okay, I'm fine. What are you going to do today? I just... lost my mind. I don't remember what you said."

The eyes with his back to the boy were cold without a trace of warmth.

I noticed just now that in this place, his supernatural power has failed.