After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

The path of an actor is a path that Ni Yangzhou never thought of taking.

However, after so many worlds, I have actually gained some experience in acting. After all, no actor from an acting school will face the risk of being electrocuted for not performing well.

Ni Yangzhou looked at the emergency training class that Fan Mei had hired someone to organize and felt that a month was not unacceptable.

In one month, Ni Yangzhou enjoyed learning from practicing lines, developing a sense of the camera, and correcting small movements. He made rapid progress. The teachers specially invited by Fan Mei said that he was talented. I don’t know if it was because of Boss Fan’s face or because he really gained true knowledge through practice, but Ni Yangzhou happily accepted the praise.

Yan Congzhi wasn't having such a good time. Whether it was his emotions, emotions, or even his pauses in speech, they were all difficult to change. After half a day of training, he was still the same. Xie Ming observed for two hours and finally decided that Yan Congzhi didn't need to practice anymore and could just keep his nature.

After all, the character in the script to be filmed this time has some similarities with Yan Congzhi's personality.

The name of this short play is "The Blasphemer" - an old novel that has been serialized for three years. It has a large number of readers. When it was first published, it was not as popular as the online novels of the same period. Therefore, it has not been successfully adapted into a film or TV series until now. Moreover, the content is more Western fantasy, and the production cost is much higher than campus romance, urban love, etc.

The copyright had been acquired a long time ago, and Fan Mei had gotten a great bargain this time. The contract and script were sent to him at the end of the first week.

Ni Yangzhou watched the film diligently in the hotel for the entire afternoon. When Yan Congzhi came back from attending to some matters, he reviewed it with Yan Congzhi. The plot was not very complicated:

There is a strange child in the village of Larn who can do black magic. Legend has it that anyone who gets close to him will die. One of the child's parents had his eyeball pecked out by an eagle and became infected, and the other fell into a quagmire while collecting firewood. The child has been left alone since then and has to find wild fruits in the forest to survive.

He didn't dare go far, because the mountains were deep in the distance, and only experienced hunters dared to go in at dawn and come out before dusk. The adults and children in the village would bully this bad boy.

Adults are afraid of being tainted with bad luck if they give alms or show a little sympathy, but children are excluded simply because of the child's dirty clothes and cold and stubborn temper.

The strange kid didn't know black magic. He thought that if he really knew it, he would first curse all the people who bullied him to death.

Another winter came, and he was frozen so hard that his hands and feet were swollen like the cheapest rye bread sold at the village shop. Red sores covered half of his face. The snow in the forest was too thick, and he was very hungry. The skinny boy decided to go to the village to find some food.

There would be food, a few crumbs, some half-rotten fruit, some leftovers.

However, this winter was not easy. There were fewer surprises in the trash can today than usual. Just as the strange child happily dug out a small apple core that had not been eaten clean, the little boy who always threw stones at him poked his head out of the third-floor window.

The spoiled little boy first made a few strange noises, and then laughed loudly. However, since there were no children watching today, he felt that his laughter was not as satisfying.

So he started looking for something nearby that he could use to smash the thing down.

There were no stones in the room. The boy looked around at the things in the room and finally lifted up with great effort the old, heavy wooden chair that he had wanted to replace for a long time.

When the chair fell, the strange kid was lowering his head to avoid the sharp and strange laugh, so when his face hit the ground heavily and the back of his head was hot and wet, the strange kid didn't realize what happened.

Until the dark red blood melted the snow on the ground, the broken wooden bench lay on the side of the road.

Later, the bullying child also screamed, but the child lying on the ground could not hear it. He seemed to feel that an adult was shaking him to get him up, and when he got no response, the adult grabbed his hand and dragged him to the middle of the village road.

Then someone else came back. It was the neighbor next door. The child was lying in front of his door with blood all over his face. He felt something was wrong, so he also dragged the child away.

Households returned one after another, and everyone felt that it was a disgrace to leave such a body lying on the road, so the child was dragged again and again.

Finally he came to the central square of the town, which was not close to anyone's home.

The closest one is the beautiful angel statue in the center of the square.

The strange child felt that his blood was almost drained and he might die, but he was unwilling to give up.

His gaze fell with difficulty on the huge and holy statue of a winged angel.

He once secretly came to the square to pray at night, hoping that if there really was a kind angel, he would be willing to give up everything and sacrifice everything, just hoping to get the angel's mercy.

But he didn't.

Now that he was about to die, he no longer wanted the angel's mercy.

The strange child's face was completely frozen, and his eyelashes were covered with thick ice crystals. Now he thought that if an angel really came, he would kill the angel without hesitation. The stories passed down from generation to generation were all false, and the angel would be just like the people in the village.

If the angel was truly kind, he would not have watched his people die here like this.

Tears welled up from his eyes, which should have been blinking, and fell onto the circular square, causing the summoning circle engraved on the officialdom to glow again.

At the moment of death, a huge ball of warm yellow light emerged from the statue, and its two lush wings were gently folded, and the tips of the feathers skimmed over the snow like broken diamonds.

The person in the light walked barefoot on the snow and came to his side step by step.

The child's cold face was lifted up, and the hands were neither warm nor gentle, but just the index finger and thumb gently pinched it, like pinching a fragile flower.

The child looked into those perfect, almost inhuman golden pupils, his eyes dazzled by the light and tears welled up in his eyes.

The young angel stared at it for a long time before softly letting out a "tsk" sound. His voice was cold and contained a hint of impatience.

"It's you who wants to kill me?"