"Cangyi, you don't have any time to prepare. Hell's Movie won't wait a day or two for you to think things over and consult with your teammates. Once you agree, you'll immediately enter the movie," Little Drilling Wind explained, even though Qian Cangyi had already agreed to the situation.
A single misstep might just result in one more death.
"Are you sure you want to accept?" Little Drilling Wind's voice was filled with contradictions. He hoped the person on the other end of the line would come to save him, but he didn't want the other to fall into the same peril as himself.
"Have you sent the invite?" Qian Cangyi asked.
"Right away." Little Drilling Wind's voice came through, followed by the beeping sound of the call being disconnected.
Suddenly, the surroundings became unusually quiet, as if he were in a silent film world, lacking the symphony of raindrops hitting the earth or the sharp, intermittent sound of car horns.