Indeed!
Qian Cangyi widened his eyes, somewhat surprised, but not shocked.
Hell's Movie is the mastermind, controlling everything. This was unexpected, yet reasonable. As early as in the mysterious world where the blood cotton fetus thrived, Qian Cangyi had already learned this from Ji Tianzong. Now, the question isn't whether it's Hell's Movie, but what Hell's Movie's purpose is.
However, the new scenes didn't appear. When the scenes returned to darkness, Qian Cangyi woke up from his sleep. He looked around and found himself back in the hotel bed. Outside the window, it was the usual darkness. After the Funeral of the Sun was completed, one could no longer tell the time by sunlight.
Qian Cangyi took out his phone and glanced at the time. "I slept for 4 hours."
He got out of bed and turned on the fluorescent light, only to find a human-shaped bloodstain on the white bedsheet.
