There is a Taoist temple in the idol family

There is already a spoiler given by Ruo Cang.

It was just a psychological offensive, but because of the actor's superb acting skills, she looked sad.

Filming is not like watching a movie.

After a scene is over, it will switch to multiple positions and shoot repeatedly.

Qiao Shuang stood beside her, her eyes never leaving the actress of "The Upper Body".

She shed blood and tears, and complained loudly. After hearing so much, it seemed that she was really a ghost who died in the movie, returning to the world to identify the murderer for herself.

After a scene was filmed, it was almost late at night.

Ruo Cang saw Qiao Shuang crossing his arms, no matter how cold the wind was, he did not leave early.

He asked: "How is it? The script written by Director Ou himself, and filmed by the actors, is it much more interesting than what I said?"

Qiao Shuang's smile was light and sad, "The show is a good show, but it's a pity it's fake."

Whether in or out of the play, there are no ghosts, let alone ghosts.

The murderer has to be caught in the name of the dead, just like justice has to be done by the dead themselves.

How ironic.

She touched Wei Liang's arm, "There is no such simple truth in this world. If it weren't for the ingenious script, the murderer would not have admitted his mistake so easily."

All the crying, all the regrets, are all fake and staged.

Qiao Shuang didn't like such stories.

She said with emotion as if sighing: "When a person dies, he is dead. The murderer will not feel any remorse at all, and he might even think that it is a good death."

Qiao Shuang's tone was relaxed, and an unconcealable sadness rose in her luck.

The intense pain stirred in her extremely strong fortune, and finally stirred the shallow hatred into thick and dark.

Ruo Cang looked through her, as if seeing many people.

He asked: "When a person dies, it is true that he will never come back again. But why do the living people suffer for the dead?"

"Pain?" She evoked a charming and sinister smile, "That depends on who the living are living for."

Qiao Shuang's red lips were slightly raised, her gaze was deep, and her luck was fierce and determined.

She said: "If you want to live for yourself, of course you should forget about the dead and just live your own life. The dead don't need the living to worry about them."

"But what if the living are living for the dead?"

Qiao Shuang's slender and thick eyelashes were raised slightly, and the heavy makeup suitable for the night showed a trace of freshness and joy.

"Being able to avenge those who died unjustly with one's own hands, those who are alive, don't know how happy they are."

The author has something to say: The famous tactical tumbling master McRae once said: Justice will not do itself.