Horror Movie Set: This extra is too good at playing the tricks.

Chapter 101 A Useless Sacrifice

Bao Ping fell down, the sound of which was very soft, almost negligible compared to the commotion caused by the tearing of the vengeful ghost and the distortion of space.

But in the deathly silent banquet hall, the muffled thud was like a heavy hammer, smashing the hearts of everyone present to pieces.

The flesh on the left side of his body melted away, revealing pale ribs and half of a lung that was barely pulsating.

Dark yellow brain matter dripped from the bone crevices, burning small, charred holes in the carpet.

The right half of her body looked like it had been parasitized, with black scales and keratin piercing through her palace dress and tearing her skin.

died.

A cautious, honest man who almost broke his most important wrench while caring for his children, died just like that.

He died without dignity, he died in pieces.

"vomit--"

A violent retching broke the stillness.

Chen Zhongyi gripped the edge of the table tightly with both hands.

As the owner of a flower shop next to the funeral home, he has seen many dead people.

But a living, breathing person, an uncle who was talking to him just minutes before, trying to ease the tension with clumsy jokes, turned into a pile of mud right before his eyes.

Waves of nausea surged through his throat.

But what truly broke him was the fear and anger that seeped from the very marrow of his bones.

"What's this?"

Chen Zhongyi muttered incoherently, tears and snot streaming down his face. He tried to close his eyes, but the horrific image was already etched into his retina.

Is this what they call a game? Is this what they call a script?

Treating human life as a consumable commodity, and kindness as a joke. Is this the true face of a film set?

Compared to Chen Zhongyi's breakdown, the reactions of the others were more silent and more somber.

Da Lu sat in the chair, his usually cheerful round face now looking stiff.

He wanted to stand up and see the person who had just given him the best food, but his legs felt like lead.

Bao Ping died in his place. If Bao Ping hadn't taken over, he himself would likely be lying there now.

The guilt was sharper than the teeth of a vengeful ghost, instantly severing all his remaining hope.

Lin Xiaoxiao felt as if her soul had been ripped out. She stared blankly at Bao Ping on the ground, cut off from the outside world, her world a complete blank.

Why?

Lin Xiaoxiao's lips trembled slightly.

Why is it always like this? Why is it that someone always has to sacrifice themselves?

Why, when everything has been calculated and all the logic has been deduced, does one still have to rely on a life to fill this bottomless pit?

Is so-called wisdom and so-called strategic maneuvering just a self-deceptive joke in the face of absolute malice?

"Huff... huff..."

Lu Dan sat in the chair, his chest heaving violently.

He stared intently at the center of the table, at the clown doll whose back was to everyone and who seemed to be enjoying the scene.

His eyes were bloodshot and frighteningly red.

Anger is like magma held back by layers of rock before a volcanic eruption.

A bone-chilling cold emanated from my left ankle, carrying a frenzied urge to tear everything in front of me apart and devour it all.

Lu Dan is not a good person.

But he had his bottom line. People like Bao Ping shouldn't have ended up like this. This ending was terrible, utterly terrible.

"Hahahaha!"

Sharp, piercing laughter, full of mockery, erupted in the banquet hall.

The clown doll turned around, its painted smile appearing exceptionally vivid, its plastic eyes gleaming with a nauseating red light.

He clutched his stomach and laughed so hard he was doubled over, as if he had just watched a hilarious comedy.

"Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!" The clown puppet waved its baton, wiping away non-existent tears from the corner of its eye. "It truly moved me! What a noble sacrifice, what touching camaraderie!"

His voice suddenly changed, plummeting from a high-spirited praise to a chilling sarcasm: "What a pity, a worthless death."

"What did you say?!" Chen Zhongyi looked up, his face streaked with tears, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"I said—" the clown doll tilted its head, its movements stiff and eerie, "that he died in vain."

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at your expressions. Do you think that as long as someone sacrifices themselves, as long as someone shouts 'I'll take the blame,' the rules will be moved, and God will open a door for you?"

"Stop joking, adults."

"This isn't a charity. No matter how much the ingredients struggle or how politely they offer to each other, they all end up in the pot eventually, right?"

The clown doll spread its hands, its tone contemptuous:

"He ate two dishes, that's really brave. But didn't you forget to ask me something?"

"Who told you that the rules here allow food delivery services?"

"Bang!"

A loud bang interrupted the clown's incessant chatter.

The chair was violently overturned, and a dark figure leaped onto the huge round table like a cheetah—it was Chen Hua.

The woman, who had been keeping a cold expression, finally snapped.

Just before she rushed out, she gave Da Lu a look.

Da Lu understood. He held back his tears and supported Ye Jianguo, who was unconscious beside him, using his broad body to protect the old team leader.

Chen Hua had already rushed to the center of the table. Without saying a word, she swung the vengeful spirit stick in her hand, which whistled through the air and smashed hard into the clown doll's head.

"Die, you bastard!"

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the vengeful spirit staff slammed solidly onto the clown doll's head.

The exquisitely crafted head exploded into countless flying fragments under the furious blow.

The plastic eyeballs rolled onto the pristine white tablecloth, and the laughter that had been filling the air abruptly ceased.

It worked? Chen Zhongyi's eyes widened, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart.

"Ouch, that hurts!"

The mocking voice rang out again, and the fragments on the tablecloth flew back quickly. In the blink of an eye, the shattered head was pieced back together without leaving a single crack.

The clown doll twisted its newly healed neck and grinned broadly: "So impatient."

It looked at Chen Hua, who was standing in front of it, slightly out of breath, its eyes filled with pity:

"Violence solves nothing, dear lady. Especially this kind of ineffective violence."

"I wasn't finished speaking yet."

It stretched out its short hand and gently patted the dust off its body: "His death was utterly worthless, nothing more than a self-righteous sacrifice."

"I have plenty of vegetables here."

Before it finished speaking, it tapped its baton lightly.

A flash of light appeared in front of Lin Xiaoxiao, and a new dish appeared out of thin air.

A mass of grayish-white, slightly pulsating brain tissue, with several rusty iron nails stuck in it.

It was exactly the same plate as the one Bao Ping had snatched and swallowed earlier, even the card next to it was the same—"Painful Memories".

Everyone's psychological defenses completely collapsed.

What did Bao Ping just swallow? What did his miserable state mean?

"Hehehehe~"

The clown doll let out a shrill laugh: "Eating it won't do any good."

"The rule is that everyone must eat the food in front of them. Since that idiot snatched it, I'll just bring you another one."

"As long as this dish hasn't gone into your stomach, it will stay with you forever."

It brought its face close to Chen Hua's, its voice soft:

"He didn't have to die."

"If he just obediently eats his share, he can survive, right?"

"You have to be clever and act like a hero."

"How could he possibly find such a loophole in this world?"

"Foolish, so incredibly foolish!"

"You...!" Chen Hua trembled with rage, gripping the Ghostly Staff tightly, wanting to strike again.

"That's enough, leave now."

The clown doll pointed its baton lightly at Chen Hua.

"boom!"

An invisible force struck Chen Hua's lower abdomen.

Chen Hua was sent flying backwards like a kite with a broken string.

She spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, her body slamming heavily against the wall several meters away, shattering the luxurious wallpaper, before slid softly down.

"Sister Chen!" Da Lu shouted in terror.

"Cough...cough cough..."

Chen Hua clutched his stomach and tried to stand up, but then vomited a mouthful of black blood, clearly suffering from severe internal injuries.

This is the gap.

In this script, the chef is a god, and the others are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter, without even the right to resist.

Bao Ping died, and died in vain.

Chen Hua was seriously injured.

Ye Jianguo was unconscious, and Da Lu could only support him.

Chen Zhongyi was terrified.

Only two people remained.

Lu Dan remained silent, while Lin Xiaoxiao stared blankly at Bao Ping.

"breathe……"

Lu Dan closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced the cold air into his lungs, trying to cool the boiling murderous intent in his blood.

Don't act impulsively.

Rushing in now will only lead to a worse outcome.

There needs to be logic, and there needs to be a breakthrough point.

He kept telling himself this frantically.

but……

The image of Bao Ping's dying smile, his blood-soaked face, and his humble yet towering figure kept replaying in my mind.

"Please ask around for me..."

"Why should I?!"

That roar seemed to ignite a fire deep within his soul.

The kind and honest teammate was driven to his death, while the villain was still laughing wildly.

Lu Dan couldn't write such a plot, nor did he want to read it.

Lu Dan opened his eyes.

Why?

Lu Dan's voice was very hoarse.

The clown doll stopped moving and looked at the man with some curiosity: "What? Why?"

"Why is that?!"

Lu Dan suddenly stood up from his chair and placed his hands on the table.

He no longer suppressed his feelings, no longer concealed them.

This anger, which had been suppressed for three whole scripts, finally erupted like a flood bursting its banks.

"Who sent you?!"

"Drag the living in here, watch us kill each other, watch us struggle like dogs to survive, watch the good people die tragically, and watch the bad people succeed!"

"Is this funny?!"

Lu Dan's voice echoed through the banquet hall: "What exactly are you people?!"

"God? Ghost? Or alien?!"

"If they are gods, why are they so cruel? If they are demons, where did they come from?"

"We're just ordinary people! We just want to live, why should our lives be treated as a dish on your dinner table?!"

Lu Dan's finger pointed at the clown, his fingertips trembling, and the killing intent in his eyes grew stronger, almost overflowing.

"Answer me, you bastard!"

At this moment, Lu Dan was simply an angry man, a man who cried out for his dead comrades and for everyone struggling to survive on set.

Faced with Lu Dan's roar, the clown doll paused for a moment, and then its body began to tremble.

"Hahaha...hahahaha!"

An even more maniacal laugh erupted, shaking the crystal chandelier overhead.

"That's a great question! An excellent question!"

The clown doll laughed and clapped its hands, then happily twirled around in the flowerbed. "Why, you ask?"

Its voice became low and hoarse:

"Guess what? The angrier and more desperate you are, the more delicious the smell you give off."

"Your fear is our appetizer, your anger is our main course, and your despair is our finest dessert!"

The clown doll's face began to contort, becoming grotesque and terrifying: "You ask me why?"

"To an ant, the human who steps on it is a god. To you, we are gods."

"Despicable humans!"

"Don't you yourselves eat chicken, duck, and fish? When you slaughter a pig, do you ask it why? Do you feel guilty because of the pig's screams?"

"Won't!"

"Because that's food! And you are our food!"

"I'm happy, I want to watch the show, I want to torment you all, that's enough!"

"That's the reason!"

How arrogant, how naked.

Simply because—I think I can.

"Alright, that concludes the Q&A session."

The clown puppet seemed to have gotten tired of it; its smile faded, and it pointed its baton at Lin Xiaoxiao. "Last lady, how much longer do you want everyone to wait for you?"

"Look at this delicious plate of pig brains in front of you, oh, this is what that idiot couldn't get even if he risked his life for.

"Eat up!"

"Maybe you can even taste that idiot's flavor, hehehehe~"

Lin Xiaoxiao kept her head down, her bangs covering her eyes.

She remained silent throughout.

The disturbances from the outside world seemed to have been shut out.

But deep inside, something broke.

Lin Xiaoxiao slowly raised her head, and two lines of clear tears slid down her pale cheeks and fell onto the dining table in front of her.

She reached out and grabbed the pig brain in front of her.

"That's right." The clown doll nodded in satisfaction. "Eat it obediently, and even if you die, you can die like a lady."

However, its smile froze the next second.

Lin Xiaoxiao did not put the pig brain into her mouth.

With a flick of her wrist, she forcefully flipped the silver plate to the side.

"Clang!"

The plate tumbled and flew out, the grayish-white brains were flung to the ground, rolled several times, and covered in dust.

"I won't eat it."

She stood up and gracefully adjusted the hem of her skirt.

Then he turned his head and looked at the man standing next to him, who was exuding murderous intent and whose chest seemed to be pounding wildly.

She looked at Lu Dan, at his bloodshot eyes, and at the faint golden light emanating from beneath his clothes.

Lin Xiaoxiao wiped away her tears, and a poignant smile appeared on her lips.

She ignored the clown doll's angry screams of offense and the impending punishment.

She simply looked at Lu Dan quietly and asked softly, "Lu Dan, can't you use it yet?"

"That... pen that can rewrite all of this."

Lu Dan was suddenly jolted.

The skill, which couldn't be activated due to the lack of a script, finally—at this moment, after sensing the overwhelming anger and despair of everyone present—

"Thump!"

A loud bang exploded inside Lu Dan's body, and golden light pierced through his skin and clothes, instantly illuminating the entire dimly lit banquet hall.