Let the Director Die First

Wenren Sheng thought for a moment, then said a few words to the Seed of Illusion.

Little Girl was thrilled. "Master, you should have done this long ago. Isn't the point of living to be happy? Only by following your heart and nature can you cultivate true Illusion Arts."

"Even in dreams, you can't do whatever you please," Wenren Sheng said irritably.

A while later, Wenren Sheng saw another change take place in the film crew halfway up the mountain.

The director who had seemed so kindly just moments ago—a fat middle-aged man whose waist was twice as thick as Wenren Sheng's—now wore an expression of horror.

He was on the phone. "What? The investor wants to change the script at the last minute? Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"Yes, the investor said he wanted to give the audience a surprise," his assistant's voice came through the phone.

"What surprise?"

"The investor wants to add a character and some plot."

"What does he want to do?"

"The investor wants to add an old eunuch who was released from the palace."

"This is an urban detective drama!" the fat middle-aged man snapped.

"Oh, he's a foreign eunuch, from a fallen dynasty in the West. That dynasty still has descendants today. This old eunuch will play the role of the mastermind behind the scenes, secretly plotting the main storyline and trying to frame the male and Female Lead."

"Damn it! Filming is about to begin. Where am I supposed to find an eunuch character like that?" The fat director looked around.

Everyone in the crew whom he looked at, every single man, began trembling.

Even a dog that had been brought onto the set as an extra instinctively curled up, protecting its lower half.

"The investor said you, Director, are the