Yi Chen knew perfectly well that failing to behead Miles was inevitable,
The script absolutely forbade him from killing Miles. No matter how sturdy the blade provided by the props department was, it would inevitably become unbearably fragile during the "beheading," making it impossible to cut through Miles's neck.
Even so,
Yi Chen did not hesitate or waver.
Even when the blade completely shattered during the process, his right arm did not stop for a moment. It was as if he still held an invisible blade and completed the final beheading.
The beheading failed.
Whoosh!
The cold table knife pierced through Yi Chen's chest, and overwhelming brute force lifted him high into the air.
Such a beautiful scene was perfect as the finale of the final act. Just as the director signaled that filming was complete, he suddenly sensed something out of place, as if something was wrong.
Only when the director's gaze fell on the bright-red blood splashed across the ground did he finally realize what was wrong.
"Wait, Yi Chen's blood isn't red! Hurry and zoom in on the Male Second Lead's face."
As the camera focused on the "Male Second Lead" being held aloft after Miles had pierced his chest,
the figure on-screen was not Yi Chen at all, but an extra whom Miles had already killed earlier. No one had noticed when the two had been switched.
Like a ghost, Yi Chen continued dancing.
If one's attention had not been drawn to Miles, it would have been easy to notice that after completing the corpse swap, Yi Chen had continued moving along the edge of the camera's view with nimble dance steps.
He had now once again arrived beside Miles.
Although he held no weapon, he swiftly cut through Miles's freshly healed tendons and ligaments, making