46: The wind is blowing and the arrows are hard to guard against

The system's urgent "Crisis Warning" was like a huge rock thrown into Lin Da's calm heart, making him instantly alert.

"Moderate danger..."

Lin Da's eyes narrowed slightly. This level of danger, while not life-threatening, should not be underestimated. It seemed that some people were truly desperate and prepared to use more direct and despicable means to deal with him.

He quietly looked around the studio.

The set was still a busy and orderly scene. Lighting technicians were adjusting angles, photographers were checking their equipment, and actors were gathered in twos and threes, either rehearsing lines or touching up their makeup. Everything looked no different from usual.

But Lin Da knew that danger often lurked beneath such a seemingly calm surface.

He took a deep breath and silently recited in his mind: "Qi Chang Control - Focus."

Instantly, his senses became sharper. Every subtle sound, every inadvertent glance around him, clearly entered his mind. He was like a vigilant cheetah, quietly entering a state of alert.

The morning's filming passed without incident.

Lin Da's performance was still impeccable, and Director Zheng Guofeng's praise for him was effusive.

However, the calmer it was, the stronger Lin Da's unease became. He knew that before a storm, it was often calm.

In the afternoon, they were filming a scene where Wei Zhongxian was handling confidential documents in his study at his mansion. This scene was relatively simple in setting, but it demanded a lot from the actor's internal performance and attention to detail.

The study's set was antique and elegant, with brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, as well as several bamboo slips on the desk. On the wall, there was also a decorative ancient sword, its scabbard simple and exuding a chilling aura.

Lin Da changed into a dark everyday robe, sat behind the desk, holding a bamboo slip, his expression focused.

"All departments, prepare!" The assistant director's voice rang out, "the chronicles of the great ming dynasty, Group A, Scene 72, Take 1, First time! Ready—Action!"

As the clapperboard fell, filming officially began.

Wei Zhongxian, played by Lin Da, was bowing his head, reviewing the documents in his hand. His brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes deep, as if he was contemplating some important national affairs.

Just as he picked up a brush, preparing to write a note on the document, an unexpected change occurred!

With a soft "creak," the decorative ancient sword, which had been hanging steadily on the wall, suddenly slipped from its hook without warning, its tip pointing downwards, heading straight for Lin Da's head!

This sudden change was too abrupt, too bizarre!

Everyone present was stunned!

Director Zheng Guofeng suddenly stood up from behind the monitor, his face pale!

Xiao Min, Producer Qin's assistant, was so scared that she shrieked!

Although the ancient sword was just a prop, it was heavy, and its tip was quite sharp. If it really hit Lin Da's head, the consequences would be unimaginable! At best, a bloody head; at worst...

At this critical moment, Lin Da's reaction was faster than anyone could have imagined!

It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The moment the ancient sword slipped, his body, as if by reflex, sharply moved to the side!

"Swish!"

The ancient sword, with a sharp whoosh, brushed past his hair and crashed heavily against the back of the chair behind him, emitting a dull thud!

The sturdy pear wood chair back was actually left with a shallow crack!

The entire studio fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone was terrified by this sudden scene, their souls scattered, cold sweat pouring down.

If... if Lin Da's reaction had been even a few tenths of a second slower just now...

The consequences would have been unimaginable!

Lin Da slowly stood up from the ground, his face calm, but a chilling glint, making one's heart palpitate, flickered in his eyes.

He did not look at the ancient sword that had fallen to the ground, nor did he pay attention to the terrified gazes of those around him. His gaze, like a sharp sword, directly shot towards a young stagehand standing not far away, who was responsible for managing the props in this area.

The stagehand, at this moment, had a pale face, darting eyes, and a slight trembling in his body, looking like someone with a guilty conscience.

Under the Eye of Truth's insight, Lin Da clearly saw a fleeting, almost imperceptible trace of triumph and... relief on the stagehand's lips the moment the ancient sword slipped.

It was you after all!

Lin Da's heart burned with anger.

This was no longer a simple prank or accident; this was clearly intentional harm!

"Director Zheng, Producer Qin," Lin Da's voice was icy cold, yet carried an undeniable authority, "I think the crew must give me a reasonable explanation for this matter!"

Director Zheng Guofeng and Producer Qin Ya also recovered from their shock and quickly walked to Lin Da's side, their faces filled with lingering fear and anger.

"Lin Da, are... are you alright?" Producer Qin Ya's voice was trembling slightly.

"I'm fine." Lin Da shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the trembling stagehand, "However, I want to know, why did this sword suddenly fall?"

"I... I don't know either!" The stagehand frantically waved his hands, trying to explain, "Maybe... maybe the hook was loose... Yes! It must have been the hook that was loose!"

"The hook was loose?" Lin Da scoffed, "I remember that before filming began, the prop master specifically checked all the props to ensure everything was foolproof. How is it that only this sword's hook came loose? And, it came loose so 'perfectly'?"

He approached the stagehand step by step, the powerful oppressive aura emanating from him, amplified by the Aura Control - Intimidation skill, made the stagehand almost unable to breathe.

"I... I really don't know..." The stagehand's psychological defense was crumbling under Lin Da's sharp gaze.

Just then, a slightly shrill voice suddenly rang out from the crowd:

"Oh, Teacher Lin, don't get too agitated. Maybe... maybe it really was just an accident? After all, when filming, minor accidents are unavoidable. Don't you agree, Zhang Yang?"

It was Sun Hao who spoke. He feigned nonchalance, trying to smooth things over, but his eyes occasionally darted towards Zhang Yang, who stood beside him with a somewhat unnatural expression.

Lin Da's gaze, like two icy arrows, instantly shot towards Sun Hao and Zhang Yang.

It seemed these two truly wouldn't shed tears until they saw the coffin.

Since that was the case, he would let them see clearly what it meant to... reap what you sow!