The system makes me so beautiful that I don't care about anyone else's life or death.

With the words "I am you," she seemed to truly become that person.

Her gentle, moonlit demeanor and youthful aloofness had completely vanished.

She began to become repressed, dark, and profound, and her dazzling black eyes also carried a hint of bloodlust.

The moment Su Ran stepped out carrying her sword, she exuded an aura of death that seemed inhuman, yet her slender figure still possessed the vigor expected of someone her age.

Director Yu was stunned. This was the Bai Mu he knew, the Bai Mu who carried a deep-seated blood feud!

"Young man, where are you going?" He couldn't help but recite the line from the script.

Bai Mu stopped in his tracks, gripping his sword tightly, and glanced sideways behind him.

"Go to the capital."

Just one sentence was enough to shock everyone around him.

It's not that her lines are particularly good, but rather that her voice is a completely boyish male voice.

"What are you going to the capital for? The Northern Dynasty is currently ruled by an incompetent and corrupt emperor, the world is inhumane, and the people are suffering. The capital is full of wealthy people indulging in wine and women. If you go there, you will only be assimilated. You'd be better off staying here and becoming a wandering knight, or perhaps..."

"Or what?"

The director grinned maliciously: "Or leave your money as toll!"

In a flash, a sharp blade was drawn, slicing a gash in the sandy ground, and instantly appeared beside Director Yu's neck.

Director Yu's hand holding the script was trembling.

He truly sensed the murderous intent, especially when he looked up and met those dark eyes. He had no doubt that the young man in ancient costume would kill him!

The young man asked, "May I ask, sir, if you could repeat that? Or something else?"

The next line should be: "Hero, spare my life!"

But who is this boy? He hates robbers the most, and even if they kneel down and beg for mercy, he will still behead them.

Director Yu then shouted in a terrified voice, "Cut! Cut cut cut cut!!"

This shout not only woke up the people who were lost in thought, but also brought Su Ran to her senses.

She stared at the sword in her hand, remaining silent for a long time.

Director Yu wiped away a bead of cold sweat.

“That… Ghostly sound.” He hesitated for a few seconds and said, “You acted very well. Next time, act like this. But be careful with this sword.”

The assistant director reminded him, "That's a prop."

“I know! I’m not afraid of swords, I’m afraid of…” Director Yu choked up and glanced at Su Ran.

Assistant Director: "I know you're afraid of ghostly sounds."

"Why would I be afraid of ghostly sounds? Am I scared? I'm just getting into character! The bandits in the script are just like me just now!"

"Yes, yes, you are a director with acting skills."

"That's pretty much it."

Su Ran had come to her senses, put down the sword, and felt as if another person's soul had been drawn from her body, making her feel much lighter and more at ease.

She didn't know why, but every time she wanted to play a role, she would always find a point of resonance with the character, and in an instant, she would forget that she was Su Ran and become a completely different person.

She couldn't quite tell if it was confusion or fear, but she didn't dislike the feeling.

Whether it's the NPCs in the haunted house or the young swordsmen, they all seem to be a part of her soul and flesh that grew out of her.

"Director, was my performance in this scene alright? Should we do some more intensive training?"

She smiled and asked Director Yu, still dressed as a teenager, but her demeanor had become clear and bright, without a trace of repression or darkness, and her captivating eyes were like two pools of intoxicating wine.

This contrasts sharply with the previous situation.

“Okay,” Director Yu said hastily, “There’s no need for special training. More special training will kill people.”

Su Ran: "???"

Director Yu: "I mean your swordsmanship is very good. Before anyone could react, you had your sword against my neck. You didn't need a martial arts instructor to teach you."

Su Ran nodded and said, "If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

"Go back, go back." Director Yu clasped his hands in his pockets, as if inviting a plague god away, still feeling lingering fear from the look Su Ran gave him.

Not only the director, but everyone present was stunned by Su Ran's god-like aura, staring at her blankly without blinking.

The manager, who had been chatting with the young heartthrob, nudged the young heartthrob who was staring blankly.

"I think there's quite a big gap between you and her."

The young man frowned. "How is it bad? What's wrong with it?"

"Apart from your gender matching the character in the storyline, you don't fit the character at all in other aspects." The agent's words were quite cutting.

The young man hung his head and remained silent.

He is Wen Yang, a popular celebrity. In five years since his debut, he has starred in ten works that have been ridiculed by the public, who say that he only has a pretty face and no acting skills whatsoever.

He finally found a character with a masked face in Director Yu's script, thinking that with his face covered, he wouldn't have to make all sorts of expressions. As long as the voice actor did a good job and his acting was up to standard, this movie might just get his acting skills recognized.

Seeing the singer named Ghost Voice portray Shiraki, I felt both resentful and somewhat convinced.

“Call my sister and ask her to give me more money. Even if I have to be an extra, I have to get in! I want to see how a singer from another field acts. She dares to compete with me for a role. I’ll keep an eye on her every day. If she doesn’t act well, I’ll laugh out loud.”

"The young lady won't agree; you've already caused trouble several times."

“She will,” he asserted.

"Why?" the agent asked, puzzled.

"Because she likes ghostly voices." He gritted his teeth. First she stole my sister, then she stole my role. This hatred is irreconcilable!

The agent reminded him, "The director said this role was written for Ghost Voice."

"I don't care! What I saw is mine!"

The agent sighed, feeling sorry for himself for having such a troublesome person.

Su Ran quickly made up her appearance and left the photography studio.

We got into the van and continued our journey to the next destination.

It's 3 PM now, and she's going to Kyoto Sports Plaza. Zhong Jue has made arrangements; she's going to rehearse with Gu Cai's team.

Besides some theoretical courses, the vocal music department mainly focused on vocal part practice and teacher tests. She scheduled all her classes for the back of the schedule, leaving a lot of time to squander outside using her "ghost voice" persona.

In order to avoid being detected by people who knew both Su Ran and Gui Yin, Su Ran used a falsetto technique.

When she was using the ghost voice, her voice was deep and slightly elegant and magnetic, like that of a mature woman.

When she is speaking in her own voice, it is clearer and more refreshing, like an invigorating mint.

[Host, Zhou Yun is at the rehearsal. She's using the excuse of bringing lunch to her classmates.] The little butterfly landed on Su Ran's shoulder.

Su Ran used a telepathic sensor, which allowed her to communicate with the little butterfly using her thoughts.

Su Ran: [So impatient?]

Little Butterfly: [That's right, she even borrowed money from Liu Nana to buy a designer dress and dressed up beautifully. But no matter how pretty she is, the host will utterly annihilate her the moment she appears! She'll be so ashamed she'll die of embarrassment!]

Su Ran: [I'm not here to compete with her in beauty.]

Little Butterfly: [So, host, how do you plan to deal with her?]

Su Ran looked at the dome light on the van, her eyes reflecting varying degrees of light:

[If Teacher Gao is ruled to have died accidentally, then I can let them experience what an accident really means.]