Two bags of prop pig blood bags rolled out from under the robe of the ancient-style male god Zhang Chenyi onto the spacious stables, drawing everyone's attention.
The entire set fell into a dead silence.
Even the director was dumbfounded.
The three stagehands bribed by Zhang Chenyi were now awkwardly standing in place.
Jiang Mo dismounted his horse, raising his brow slightly: "Mr. Zhang, in this scene... it seems the director didn't plan for any bleeding, right?"
His voice wasn't loud, but it was clear enough for those around to hear: "Or did Mr. Zhang script this himself?"
The cameras of on-site shutterbugs and fan sites were all aimed at the blood bags on the ground.
"Damn! Is this trying to frame someone?"
"Impossible! How could Mr. Zhang..."
"Why impossible? The horse suddenly going wild is strange, and he prepared blood bags in advance?"
"Moreover, when Zhang Chenyi shouted as the horse went crazy, didn't he say, Jiang Mo, it's not slandering if no one believes this."
