As soon as the director yelled cut, Xie Qingci's assistant ran over with a thick coat.
In such cold weather, he was kneeling on the ground with a bare torso. Anyone else would have been shivering until they had to redo the scene.
Luckily, he's young and full of energy.
Other crew members brought wet wipes to clean the "blood" off him.
Yu Xia picked up the specially made soft whip and examined it with great interest.
"This whip is pretty impressive."
The specially designed "blood tubes" were woven inside it, and the fine hair at the top let the fake blood flow out. It looked perfectly normal when held, but left a "blood trail" only when whipped forcefully.
It's a nice piece; I want it.
She chased after the director and asked, "You won't need this whip later, right? Can I buy it from you?"
The director found her interest strange.
"What do you need this for? To take it home and whip someone to vent your anger?"
Xie Qingci shivered slightly as he put on the thick coat.
