Qian Cangyi raised his right hand, covering the right side of his face, gazing through the gaps in his fingers at the wooden door in front of him, allowing fear to ferment in his heart. Although the situation was still unclear, compared to a few minutes ago, there had been a significant change.
Since entering this movie world, he had felt a strong sense of discomfort, as if it permeated the air, detectable with every breath. Coupled with the peculiar room, mysterious man, and the house he was in now, he couldn't help but question himself and the entire world.
Have I really "arrived" in a new movie world?
Qian Cangyi posed this question in his heart. Often, from the moment a question is asked, the answer is already roughly there.
