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Chapter 268 Who said I'm going to disappear in 3 minutes?
"Hello, Zhang Yan?" he called tentatively in his mind. "Are you still there?"
After a long while, a faint voice finally rang out from a corner of his mind.
The voice was no longer the coquettish tone of before; instead, it carried a chilling madness and emptiness.
【"I am here......."】
The moment the sound rang out.
Jiang Bai suddenly saw a petite figure in his mind.
That's Zhang Yan.
He had never seen this little person in his mind before, but now he actually saw the full picture of Zhang Yan's little person.
She was wearing a Han Dynasty imperial robe, her long hair was loose, and she was squatting in the corner, her shoulders twitching slightly.
"This is the last scene."
Jiang Bai's tone softened slightly, sounding both comforting and farewell.
"I'm going to act out dying later."
"Once the character kills Qing, your remaining consciousness should dissipate."
"While there are still a few minutes left, you... should take a good look at him."
The "he" Jiang Bai was referring to was He Shengming, who was also dressed in twilight attire and was waiting at the entrance of the side hall.
Zhang Yan didn't speak again, but slowly raised her head in Jiang Bai's mind.
She cries one minute and laughs the next.
The strange state made Jiang Bai's eyelids twitch wildly.
"Something feels off...maybe I'm just overthinking it."
Jiang Bai muttered to himself.
Outside right now.
Lin Xinru, who plays Dou Yifang, sits by the couch.
She gripped Jiang Bai's cold hands tightly, her voice choked with sobs:
"Yan'er, hang in there a little longer, the imperial physician will be here soon..."
Jiang Bai lay on the couch, his chest heaving violently, each breath like pulling a broken bellows.
He slowly turned his head and looked out the window.
There was actually only a green screen and a few production assistants there.
But in Jiang Bai's eyes, under Zhang Yan's final, frenzied projection, he seemed to see a sky full of snow.
In the snow, a man dressed in black armor was waving at him.
Gradually.
As the last glimmer of life faded away.
As Jiang Bai looked out the window, a hint of lingering affection gradually faded.
His pupils lost focus, and his pale hand slid limply down the edge of the bed, hanging heavily.
"Yan'er!!!"
Lin Xinru let out a heart-wrenching wail.
Just as the mournful cries echoed through the hall, hurried yet heavy footsteps sounded outside the door.
"Your Majesty, General Zhou has arrived!"
The eunuch's sharp and desolate voice pierced the deathly silence of the hall.
He Shengming pushed open the door and entered.
He looked frail and old, his black armor covered in dust.
His once straight spine suddenly hunched over the moment he saw the "corpse" on the bed.
"You're too late."
Lin Xinru turned around, her eyes red and swollen, and looked at him. "She's gone."
He Shengming didn't speak. He leaned on his sword and slowly moved to the bedside.
His once ruthless eyes were now fixed on Jiang Bai's face, a face so beautiful it was breathtaking even in death.
That look in his eyes was no longer acting.
It is a kind of despair where you want to etch the other person into your soul, only to find that your soul is already broken.
He was late.
On his sickbed, Jiang Bai kept his eyes tightly closed.
According to the plot, his current state should be "completely lifeless".
To play this dead person well.
He even used 12 points of stamina to forcibly suppress his breathing rate, making his chest appear completely still.
However, though his exterior was deathly still, Jiang Bai's mind was as chaotic as a disco.
"Tsk tsk, Jiang Bai, look at that! The general's profile, that jawline, it's simply a masterpiece of nature."
Within her sea of consciousness, the little figure of Zhang Yan, who had been insane for a long time, suddenly spoke softly.
The previous sorrow was gone from her voice; instead, it revealed the fervor of a die-hard fan chasing their idol up close.
Jiang Bai rolled his eyes inwardly:
"Sister, I'm 'dead' here. Can't you show some basic respect for the deceased? Shut up."
Zhang Yan completely ignored him, and even changed her posture in her mind, cupping her face in her hands.
"Oh my, did you see the way he walked in just now? The way he strode in, the curve of his butt under his armor... so perky! Is that the power he gets from years of horseback riding?"
"Pfft—cough!"
Jiang Bai almost couldn't hold back and spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.
"Can you look at this from a different angle?"
"You are the dignified and noble Empress of the Han Palace, and here you are studying whether the Great General's buttocks are perky or not. Do you have any respect for your status?"
【"cannot."】
Zhang Yan gave a haughty snort.
"I'm about to die, can't I at least see something good before I die? I want to etch this image into my DNA so that I can be reborn using this as my standard."
Jiang Bai roared inwardly:
"You're going to disappear in three minutes because of a plot device! What's with the DNA engraving?"
"Is that cloud storage? Or are you planning to be reincarnated with a compendium of handsome men?"
"Hurry up, shut up, let me quietly earn this million!"
"Who said I'm going to disappear in three minutes?"
Zhang Yan, the little figure, suddenly let out a strange chuckle.
Jiang Bai's heart skipped a beat:
"What do you mean? Didn't the system say it would close the file once filming was finished? What are you trying to do?"
Just then.
Before Jiang Bai could react...
He suddenly felt a cold and powerful consciousness, like an ice current, sweeping through his entire body from his cerebral cortex.
It felt like someone had forcibly taken the steering wheel from him.
He, the "car owner," was thrown into the passenger seat, helpless!
"Hey! System! Someone's trying to possess me! Help!!"
[Ding! The system has detected that the specific character personality 'Zhang Yan' has undergone a 'last gasp' mutation due to excessive obsession. The current host's body control has been temporarily taken over, with a takeover rate of 70%...]
"Holy crap?!"
Meanwhile, the plot outside was still unfolding.
He Shengming walked unsteadily to the bedside. His face, etched with vicissitudes and regret, looked particularly desolate in the dim candlelight.
He reached out his hand, trembling, wanting to touch Jiang Bai's porcelain doll-like pale face, but stopped abruptly in mid-air.
"I'm late, Yan'er..."
He Shengming sighed deeply, and the backbone that belonged to the great general completely collapsed at that moment.
But just when the entire crew was immersed in this atmosphere of despair, and even Yu Zheng was about to yell "cut"—
Jiang Bai had been "dead" for three minutes, his hands hanging stiffly by the bedside.
His fingers suddenly moved extremely weakly.
move.
The.
One.
under.