Chapter 384: Nice-Type Photographer (5/10, Autumn Subscription)

And at the very front of this group of newcomers, there was one person, hopping about with arms waving in excitement.

That person was Jing Yan.

"Big scene, big scene!"

"Nice! Nice! More horror, more grotesque!"

"ohhhhhhh! This is the shot I want! Let's go!"

"Right, right, and the villagers in the back, run faster, more panicked! Ah, Captain Lin, your expression isn't grotesque enough, I need… uh, forget I said that, don't glare at me like that…"

Jing Yan was leaping and bounding about, playing the role of a soulless photography tool.

Fang Yue hadn't cared at first, but when this fellow walked up right in front of him, Fang Yue's face instantly darkened.

"Gu Yue Cun is about to be done for, and you're still filming your video."

"Ye Ge, if Gu Yue Cun's gone, it's gone. We're a studio, we make our living on gimmicks. Look at that big scene of the Black Cloud rolling in over there, and then look at this end-of-the-world-style panicked refugee shot here—it's perfect! This is blockbuster material!"

Jing Yan said excitedly. He didn't care whether people lived or died; he only cared about whether he could capture spectacular footage and edit it into a video.

As he spoke, he shoved the camera right into Fang Yue's face again.

"Ye Ge, give me a calm, commanding expression—fury without anger, dignity without effort. Then I'll slowly pull the camera back, splice in those fleeing villagers behind you. I guarantee, once the shot comes together, that general-like aura of yours will come through instantly."

For real?

Fang Yue quickly controlled his expression, trying to look dignified without anger, but in reality he felt like he was constipated.

But seeing Jing Yan slowly back away, shouting "Nice! Nice!" excitedly over and over.

Only when Jing Yan gave Fang Yue an OK gesture did Fang Yue finally drop that constipated look of solemnity.

"Ye Ge, Ye Ge, don't go yet, let me film a few more shots—like you patrolling the village, and directing them on how to fight heroically."

Hearing Jing Yan's words, Fang Yue's face darkened.

Filming a clip once in a while would be fine, but specially cooperating with you to shoot a video? Impossible.

Fang Yue still wanted to survive.

Unlike Jing Yan's pure-player mentality, this game character was vital to Fang Yue—he couldn't afford to lose him.

So he wanted to survive the battle against the Wu Yu tribe, which required stronger strength and more preparation. He had no time to waste on filming videos.

But just as Fang Yue was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something.

"Jing Yan, you run a studio, right?"

"Yeah, that's right." Jing Yan paused, not understanding why Fang Yue suddenly asked that.

"Do you… have anyone on hand, in Qingsi County?"

"There are a few off-the-books temps there. Ye Ge, thinking of expanding into Qingsi County? But didn't you say the Wu Yu tribe is going to wipe out everyone in Gu Yue Cun, and we can't even escape?"

"That's true, but I'm not asking this because I want to flee Gu Yue Cun. I want you to help me find someone."

"What kind of person? Any distinguishing features?"

That question made Fang Yue freeze for a moment.

He only knew that Bai Xiaoya went by Bai Daya in the game; he had no idea about any other features.

With no choice, Fang Yue could only ask Jing Yan to search as best he could.

Qingsi County wasn't a village—it was a county-level town. Finding someone in such a vast sea of people was actually very difficult. Fang Yue was just making the request for now.

Once he was out of danger and could go to Qingsi County himself, he'd search more carefully.

"No problem, anything Ye Ge entrusts to me, I'll definitely get it done!"

Jing Yan thumped his chest in assurance.

In its early days, Jing Yan's studio had taken off entirely by riding Fang Yue's popularity.

So for such a great benefactor, he really did give it his all.

After Fang Yue left, he immediately logged out of the game, contacted those few off-the-books people in Qingsi County, and assigned the task.

Then he went back into the game and continued filming Gu Yue Cun under that oppressive atmosphere—he'd even thought up the caption.

As for whether his own character would die in this eerie attack on the village, he didn't care at all.

During the filming, he noticed Fang Yue had returned to Di He, sitting in meditation to cultivate, occasionally popping a few pills that looked very high-grade, which made Jing Yan a little envious.

But he still had self-awareness. A salted-fish slacker like him had no business asking Fang Yue for resources—muddling along and waiting to die was the way.

That was a matter of trade-offs.

Ordinary players chose to get stronger, while Jing Yan chose to run a studio—he entered the game to make money.

So paying the price of a weak character who couldn't keep up with others' pace was inevitable.

Jing Yan understood all of this. But sometimes, seeing Fang Yue heroically slaughtering the eerie creatures, charging at the very front line, beloved by all the villagers, a stirring would rise in his heart every now and then.

Who didn't once have a wild, youthful dream? It was just that the bread of reality had broken his back.

So many people in the studio depended on him for their meals—he had no right to be willful.

"If only one day I could both keep the studio running normally and throw myself into the game like a regular player, experiencing the fun of it…"

Suppressing the tangled thoughts in his heart, Jing Yan aimed at Fang Yue, who was diligently cultivating, took a snapshot, then logged out of the game.

He needed to have this footage edited right away, then post-processed and rendered, turned into a finished product as soon as possible—to catch the very first bite of the Wu Yu tribe's meal!

That said, by the time Jing Yan had his people complete this whole series of operations, pull out the finished product, and upload it, the sun outside was nearly setting, the dusk fading into evening.

"Jing Yan Studio Character Chronicle 【Yese Liming】 Special Side Story—Gu Yue Cun on the Brink!"

The eye-catching big headline immediately drew the attention of everyone on the forum.

Although Jing Yan had only started his studio from "Blue Sea," his reputation was loud among his peers.

All because they had caught the very first bite of "Blue Sea," eaten their fill, and gotten a perfect start.

Then, developing steadily, they expanded the studio's content and refined their target audience.

Under Jing Yan's step-by-step planning, in just about a month's time, their Jing Yan Studio had gained a firm foothold, with a stable fanbase and stable viewership.

The Jing Yan studio is like a golden signboard — once it puts something out, there will always be people who come to watch the video on its reputation.

This time was no exception.

Under crisp, saturated tones, blue sky and white clouds drift slowly past the camera, accompanied by calm, soothing music, giving one the feeling of a tranquil afternoon.

However, the speed at which the clouds drift is not fixed.

Instead, as time passes, it quickens second by second, and soon shifts into a sea of stars, clouds rolling and unfolding. At the same time, the music grows tense, accompanied by short, sharp drumbeats.

Then, the image slowly sinks into darkness, the tones gradually shifting from bright to gloomy.

When the picture goes completely dark and slowly fades out, what surfaces is a single blank, stunned human face.

(End of chapter)