[{"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-310":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},1297974,1723,"Chapter 310: The Mad Dog Bares Its Fangs","the-more-tragic-i-act-the-stronger-i-get-my-fans-chapter-310",310,"\u003Cp>The lights inside the villa abruptly went out, and the clamor of the film set faded into the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The online storm over *Vogue* magazine's sales and the frenzied discussions about the \"Ruins Deity\" were all shut out beyond the film crew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three days later, the crew's bus jolted along a rugged mountain road, finally coming to a stop at the edge of a dense fog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the border of Yunnan province, a primitive village not even marked on the map.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bus door opened, and a wave of damp, bone-chilling mist hit them in the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no roads here, and cell phone signal was completely nonexistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the \"perfect filming location\" Jiang Wen had selected in advance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crew members disembarked one after another, their feet sinking into the muddy ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The village was quiet, unnervingly quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Villagers peeked out from low stilt houses, from the ridges of fields, from beneath gray, dilapidated eaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They slowly halted their work, their dull gazes swiveling in unison toward these uninvited guests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was the last to get off the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unconsciously gripped the unsharpened prop dagger in his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His assistant, Sun Zhou, followed behind him, wanting to offer a steadying hand but not daring to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past few days, Jiang Ci had barely spoken. The gloomy, violent aura emanating from him made everyone in the crew consciously or unconsciously avoid him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong also got off the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Off-camera, he deliberately maintained his distance from Jiang Ci, yet that intangible sense of oppression always hung around Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked up to Jiang Ci, fished out a clumsily hand-rolled local cigarette from his pocket, and offered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a test, and also a kind of charity belonging to \"Cha Cai.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci did not accept it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely bent down, picked up a dry stalk of thatch from the muddy ground, and put it between his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his face, looking toward the depths of the village. On that youthful face was an indifference colder than Lei Zhong's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong's hand paused mid-air for a moment before he retracted it as if nothing had happened, lighting the cigarette himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick, pungent smoke laced with the smell of burning spread through the damp, cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen's booming voice shattered the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell are you all standing around for! Action!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first scene: Cha Cai, with his newly acquired \"mad dog\" Jiang He, officially steps into this kingdom that belongs to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The camera rolled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong walked ahead, his steps steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci followed close behind, not missing a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they entered the village entrance, all the villagers stopped moving, silently standing straight and fixing their eyes on them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This oppressive silence was more unnerving than any frenzied cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It silently declared that here, Cha Cai was the supreme god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci, or rather Jiang He, followed behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took out the specially modified private phone equipped with listening devices from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the screen, where the signal bars should be, there was only blank space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to find a high point, or a specific area, to possibly transmit the intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difficulty of the mission was amplified exponentially by this isolated environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They passed by a terraced field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The field was planted with corn stalks half a person tall, growing vigorously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang He's footsteps suddenly halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped, his nostrils twitching slightly in the damp, cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the wind, besides the smell of earth and decaying plants, there was an extremely faint, peculiar sour stench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the scent left behind by the raw materials for manufacturing new drugs, repeatedly masked with lime and various chemicals but still impossible to completely erase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a dark-skinned villager in local attire suddenly rushed out from the field ridge, blocking their path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He faced Jiang Ci, shouting reprimands in a completely incomprehensible dialect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Specks of spit landed on Jiang Ci's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci didn't understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he read the protective ferocity and the killing intent on the other man's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the script, Jiang He was supposed to show retreat and submission at this moment, fitting his \"newcomer\" status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Assistant Director and Sun Zhou's hearts leaped into their throats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci did not retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the villager's finger was almost poking his nose, he moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly reached out, grabbed the collar of the villager's coarse cloth shirt, and yanked him violently forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces were less than ten centimeters apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the other man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were filled with ferocity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get lost!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word was uttered with immense force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you even know who the hell I am!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previously aggressive villager was completely cowed by this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze in place, even forgetting to struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone on set was stunned by Jiang Ci's outburst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was completely outside the script.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong stood to the side, not intervening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched this scene with keen interest, watching the \"mad dog\" he had picked up bare its fangs for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, he suddenly burst into loud laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The laughter sounded especially jarring in the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked forward and patted Jiang Ci's cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he said something to the now terrified villager in the local dialect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villager suddenly stiffened, his face instantly showing obsequiousness and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded and bowed repeatedly, scrambling to the side on hands and feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong turned his head, looking at Jiang Ci.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here,\" his voice was very low, \"only by being worse than them will they fear you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You did very well, Ah He.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This praise was both the taming of Jiang He and an affirmation of Jiang Ci's performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crew continued deeper into the village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The filming location for tonight's night scene was a derelict stilt house built on a hillside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the cracks in the floorboards, one could still see long-dried, dark red stains.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Wen was utterly satisfied with this setting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tapped the rotten railing with his cane and announced to everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No need for set dressing, this is the place!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tonight, we shoot right here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mountain night was bitterly cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crew set up lights and equipment around the stilt house, preparing for the night shoot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci was assigned to a small, cramped room on the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was empty except for a worn-out bamboo bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wind howled through the gaps in the wooden planks, making ghostly, wolf-like sounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci did not turn on the light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat in the darkness, using a scrap of cloth to wipe the prop dagger in his hand over and over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Knock knock.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two faint knocks on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ci's movements paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't make a sound, but the hand holding the dagger tightened silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door wasn't locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a teeth-grating creak, the old wooden door was pushed open a crack from the outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flickering, dim yellow light shone through the crack, casting a long, narrow patch of light on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Zhong's face appeared behind the crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half of his face was hidden in darkness, the other half illuminated by the old-fashioned kerosene lamp in his hand, wearing a strange smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carried the kerosene lamp into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah He, can't sleep?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was very soft, very gentle, completely different from his daytime brutality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on, Uncle will take you to see something 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