"I ask you, do you think Jiuxiang is dead now?"
Perhaps it was an aftereffect of substituting the main body of thought earlier, but Qian Cangyi was quite calm about Jiuxiang's current condition.
Considering they were still in danger, there was no need to think about compensation for the time being.
The wind and snow continued to pour out from the Gate of Knowledge without stopping.
"Answer me," Qian Cangyi stressed.
Proverbs and Gufang remained silent; they were somewhat afraid.
Afraid that the speculation in their hearts would become reality.
"If you think Jiuxiang is dead, then there's no way to revive him. If you think he's still alive, then the best thing to do is to end this movie and leave the Movie world," Qian Cangyi's voice grew louder.
Don't forget your identity.
Qian Cangyi sighed in his heart.
As actors, they could also get help from Hell's Movie.
The only problem was whether or not they could grasp this lifeline in their hands.
