From the first day of acting, the director told him that the play is a play and you are you.

You can be a hysterical lunatic in the movie, but in the real world, you are still a polite and modest gentleman.

Su Yi felt that he had done it. In "The Wind", he would pull whatever he wanted, but in reality he would never do that; in "The Rivers and Lakes of the Republic of China", he was so bold that his hands were stained with blood, but in reality, he would not do that either.

Do this.

And when he becomes a Hong Kong boss, he kills people and flips tables at every turn. In the world of Swordsman, he even competes with Dongfang Invincible...

In short, Su Yi feels that he is a good actor.

But he still has never played a role without a bottom line.

He will not strengthen women, kill innocent old, young, women and children, nor will he use any means to achieve his goals by breaking through the bottom line.

The director told Su Yi that this was wrong.

But what is right?

what is wrong?

After all, this is not real acting, but experiencing a period of life.

On the stage, actors kill people, set fires, strengthen and torture them. It's all just for show, it's fake.

But if Su Yi plays such a role, he has to be serious. He has to be really murderous and really strong. Those victims are also living people of flesh and blood.

He can't do this.

He couldn't convince himself that these people were all NPCs, and then they went on a killing spree and committed all kinds of evil.

But Su Yi had a hunch that maybe he would encounter such a choice sooner or later.

Just like this time.

Performance duties conflict with his bottom line.

If he wants to complete his performance mission, he must sit back and watch Ah Jiu commit murder.

If he chooses to stick to the bottom line, his performance mission will be ruined.

He must choose whether to sacrifice a person who has nothing to do with him and complete the task; or to stick to the so-called bottom line and pay a huge price?

Su Yi has never been a soft-hearted person, and he has never claimed to be a good person. If something is within the scope of his moral acceptance, he will do whatever it takes.

He has no moral obsession, only his own principles and his own preferences.

The reason why he has been hesitant about Uncle Dong is because he feels that in this matter, he seems to be stepping on an ambiguous dividing line between his own principles.

In comparison, Xiaobai Ajuan might have been harmed, so she was protected by Su Yi. Even without the catalyst of the boy's blood, it was very likely that the zombies formed by Uncle Dong would not meet the mission standards, and Su Yi did not hesitate.

Because these two things completely exceeded Su Yi's bottom line, he would rather find another way to complete the task. No matter how troublesome it was, he would not let these two people suffer.

Uncle Dong...

Someone once said that when the coin falls, you will know which side you want.

Su Yi is now sure that he cannot be a too bad person.

He still didn't want Uncle Dong to die.

He used Uncle Dong's death to figure out his true bottom line.

The coin that was tossed high in his heart finally landed.

The entanglement and vacillation that had existed since he came to this world disappeared at this moment. Su Yi's mentality was clear and there was no longer any distracting thoughts.

Guilty?

Of course not, it is Su Yi's own business whether to save people or not, and he will not feel guilty towards anyone for this. Uncle Dong did not die because of him, let alone killed him, and he will not feel guilty about this.

Do you regret it?

If Su Yi was asked to choose again, he would definitely not choose to sit idly by.

But that's also something to do if you have another chance to choose again.

Reality has become a foregone conclusion, Su Yi just asked himself clearly and then moved on.

Uncle Dong's home.

Ah Jiu struggled to put Uncle Dong's body in the bathtub. He was sweating profusely and collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily and coughing.

Aunt Mei stared at this scene blankly, as if she had lost her soul, without any reaction.

The person who had spent her whole life beside her was now lying in front of her, her body no longer having any warmth.

His skull was broken into pieces, and all the brain matter inside had leaked out. Half of the flesh and blood on his face was gone, and his gums mixed with bloodshot eyes were exposed, looking particularly ferocious.

It must hurt a lot, right?

Aunt Mei clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deeply into her flesh.

The master usually screams in pain when he is pricked by a needle. Now that the injury is so serious, how much pain does he have to suffer?

She couldn't believe that her husband left her so suddenly.

In such a cruel way.

No goodbye, no sign.

She knew that death would be something she would have to face sooner or later, but she could not accept such a death.

Apart from having a bad mouth, the old man has never done any bad things in his life. Why did he have such a tragic ending?

Why?

She couldn't figure it out, and her heart was bleeding.

"Cough cough cough..." Ah Jiu gasped and raised her head to look at Aunt Mei, "Have you thought about it?"

Aunt Mei came back to her senses and looked at Ah Jiu, her heart suddenly became firm.

"What should I do?" Aunt May asked.

"The dead cannot be resurrected, cough cough... reviving a dead body is an act against nature. If you do this, you will be severely punished when you get down there, cough cough cough..." Ah Jiu coughed and stared at Aunt Mei's face.

Eyes said.

Aunt Mei looked at Ah Jiu. She had lived for most of her life. What could she not see clearly?

This Ah Jiu has something up her sleeve, maybe she has an ulterior motive, maybe she's trying to lie to her.

But she didn't have the heart to worry about that much.

She just wants her husband back, even if it's a corpse, even if he really gets cheated.

But even if there was only one ten thousandth chance, she still wanted to try.

"What should I do?" Aunt Mei asked repeatedly in a mechanical voice.

"Go dig the soil. Before dawn, dig enough soil to cover Brother Dong's body." Ah Jiu's eyes flashed with strange colors, "This way there is no need to dig a hole to bury the body. Ahem..."

"I will first restore Brother Dong's appearance, then use medicine to prevent his body from rotting, and then use magic to draw talismans to allow Brother Dong to absorb the extremely yin energy."

Having said this, Ah Jiu coughed violently again, and then said: "Sister-in-law Mei, this matter... is harmful to Tianhe, and cannot be known to anyone. Once outsiders find out, I will never help you again, Brother Dong."

You can never come back, do you understand?"

Aunt Mei looked at Ah Jiu blankly and said, "I will listen to you."

Ah Jiu nodded with satisfaction, coughed twice and said: "Okay, then let's divide the troops into two groups. You will dig the soil, and I will prepare the things. Tomorrow night I will take the fragrant cedar coffin with the heaviest yin energy to seal Brother Dong's body.

Corpse body, seven days later, when Brother Dong returns to his soul for the first seven times, you will be able to see him. Ahem, cough, cough..."

It’s hard to imagine that Aunt Mei spent the next two hours digging twelve bags of soil from the back hill, went upstairs, and buried Uncle Dong’s body in her bathtub.

Ah Jiu also mended and repaired Uncle Dong's body during this period, and smeared a special medicinal powder all over his body.

After the two of them worked together to bury Uncle Dong in the bathtub, Ah Jiu used a piece of purple talisman paper that had been drawn long ago and pasted it on Uncle Dong's forehead.

Suddenly, the whole room became much colder.

"Cough cough cough..." Ah Jiu suddenly coughed violently again.

He took out a pocket watch and looked at the time. His expression suddenly changed, and he hurriedly said to Aunt Mei: "Starting from tomorrow, kill a crow every morning and evening, and smear the blood on his seven orifices and chest. Cough cough cough... tomorrow

I will come find you again in the evening, remember, don’t let anyone know..."

After saying that, Ah Jiu coughed violently and left in a hurry.

As soon as he went out, Ah Jiu looked around cautiously, with a look of fear in his eyes. He hurriedly ran towards the elevator.

After hurried back to his home, Ah Jiu grabbed a black bell by the door and shook it vigorously without saying a word, and rushed to the bedroom madly.

There was actually an extremely strange magic circle arranged in his bedroom. In the center of the magic circle was an upright coffin, with runes painted on all sides of the coffin.

His left hand kept ringing the bell, and his right hand picked up a small clay pot next to the coffin, opened it, and poured some waxy viscous liquid into the palm of his hand.

This liquid smelled foul, but it was actually the body oil of the child's corpse.

All the bodies of the children he killed were sent to the crematorium for sparks, and all the refined corpse oil was collected by him.

Hee hee hee……
To be continued...