[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans":3,"chapter-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-295":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The More Tragic I Act, the Stronger I Get — My Fans Beg Me to Stop Killing Off My Roles",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1297959,1723,"Chapter 295: A Suona Melody to Send Off a Heroic Soul","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-295",295,"\u003Cp>The next day, the convoy drove deep into the mountainous border region.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire film crew arrived at a silent hillside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no tall memorial monuments here, nor any gilded eulogies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the lush green pine trees covering the mountains and fields, there were only rows of low, simple stone steles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of the steles didn't even have names, bearing only a five-pointed star traced in red paint, long since weathered and peeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was heavy, oppressive enough to make it hard to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doors of the off-road vehicles opened. The set assistants, who usually joked and fooled around, now instinctively stubbed out their cigarettes, stood silently, and put away all their laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen walked at the very front. His tall frame was now slightly hunched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step he took was planted deep, as if the ground beneath his feet wasn't soft soil, but a burden weighing a thousand jun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stole a glance at Jiang Ci and found he wasn't deliberately tense like the others, but was walking quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze had no focus, landing somewhere farther, deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou suddenly remembered... Ci-ge's father... was also a hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of atmosphere, for Jiang Ci, was a daily reality long since fused into his bones and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone, remove your hats.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a force that brooked no argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone, including those unruly stuntmen, uniformly took off their hats and bowed their heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three bows.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one spoke. There was only the wind's mournful whistle through the pine forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen personally stepped forward and placed a large wreath steadily before that central, nameless monument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He straightened up. On that weathered face of his, the rims of his eyes were already red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen slowly turned, his gaze sweeping over faces young and old, finally settling on Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed that, from beginning to end, there wasn't a trace of restlessness on this young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only a kind of stillness that seemed to merge with this very cemetery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was precisely the state he wanted for \"Jiang He,\" but it wasn't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed a spark, a spark that could completely ignite everyone's emotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. \"Jiang Ci.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused. \"The records say you can play an instrument?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A few bows aren't enough for an occasion like this.\" Jiang Wen's voice was rough. \"Play a piece for our predecessors. See them off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his hand, emphasizing his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"None of that flashy, superficial stuff. Something heartfelt. The kind that can call the souls back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These words shocked everyone. They looked at each other in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Performing a talent in such a solemn, sacred place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers, impossible to suppress, rose from the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's going on? This isn't a talent show.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, what, play the violin? That's so out of place.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is Director Jiang deliberately making things difficult?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong stood to the side, not speaking, just watching Jiang Ci, wanting to see how he would handle this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's face turned pale. He nervously tugged at Jiang Ci's sleeve, lowering his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, maybe... just say you didn't bring one?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's dissuading voice buzzed in his ears, but Jiang Ci paid it no mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at that nameless tombstone. In his mind flashed the image of his mother's straight yet frail back at the funeral after his father's sacrifice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>See them off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These two words were heavier than anyone imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Expressionless, he walked to his backpack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched down and resolutely unzipped it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes present focused on that black backpack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What would it be? An elegant violin? Or a folksy wooden guitar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's hand reached into the bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he pulled something out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An instrument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The body was mottled, but the brass bell at the front was polished to a bright shine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd instantly erupted in commotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Holy shit? A suona horn?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's he bringing that thing here for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is he crazy? Playing the suona in a place like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On Lei Zhong's face, thick with coarse flesh, the muscles twitched uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sun Zhou's vision went dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother! My dear brother! This is a Martyrs' Cemetery! Not some village banquet scene!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci ignored all the strange reactions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Instrument Proficiency: Suona Horn (Special Edition for Weddings and Funerals)】activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skill and emotion instantly flooded his mind. He became one with the instrument in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sank his breath into his dantian, his chest visibly expanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he brought the brass bell to his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The opening was a piercing, soul-rending wail, sharp enough to pierce eardrums and reach straight into the soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That sound drowned out the pine forest's roar, abruptly stabbing into the minds of everyone present, raising goosebumps and shivers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several set assistants standing at the very front trembled uncontrollably, their faces full of shock and awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the wail, the melody took a sharp turn downward, transforming into a low, mournful sob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skill effect 【Guide Farewell Emotions】 erupted in full force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For every single person present, what they heard in their ears was no longer just the sound of a suona horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within that melody, there was the heart-wrenching agony of white-haired parents burying their black-haired children,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the bone-chilling cold of newlyweds suddenly separated by life and death, and the silent screams of comrades-in-arms parting forever in death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the memories of \"farewell\" and \"loss\" buried deep within their memories,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>at this moment, were forcibly dug out from the depths of their hearts by this devilish music and laid bare, bloody and raw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tough guy Lei Zhong, standing behind Jiang Wen, the man who killed without blinking on camera, had already turned his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered that old class monitor from his army days, who took a knife for him and died in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Director Jiang Wen slowly took off his glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He roughly wiped his face with the coarse corner of his clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who had just been whispering were now utterly silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man in charge of props suddenly looked up at the sky and sighed, two lines of tears streaming down his face without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, the youngest set assistant girl crouched on the ground, hugging her knees, her body trembling uncontrollably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind in the cemetery, the rustling of leaves, and this sorrowful suona sound merged in an eerie harmony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Jiang Ci's mind, the system's cold notification tones refreshed frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding! Detected group sorrow resonance! Heartbreak Value +122!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding! Detected deep farewell emotion... Heartbreak Value +158!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The melody gradually rose from the depths of extreme sorrow. One final, heart-rending trailing note echoed for a long, long time between the mountain valleys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lowered the suona horn. His body swayed. His face was as pale as paper. Sweat soaked the stray hairs on his forehead, plastering them against his ghastly pale skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning on the tombstone, he gasped violently for breath. That piece just now had drained all his strength and spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only sounds on the scene were the rising and falling, uncontrollable sobs, especially clear amidst these green pines and cypresses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen, his eyes red, slowly turned around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took a long time for him to find his voice again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward and slapped a heavy hand on Jiang Ci's shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good lad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand was immensely strong, the slap making Jiang Ci stagger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've blown out the soul of this film.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen withdrew his hand, surveying the circle of people still immersed in sorrow, unable to extricate themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, he fixed his gaze on Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With all his might, he roared two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Action!\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1282,"2026-06-05T18:00:08.557Z",1,"novelbin.me","b6962d4f7254f7d137992793294854f52d8a0861e7d2018d4ca0395660d752c5","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-296","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-294",366,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-cover.jpg"]