Qian Cangyi's breathing gradually returned to calm, as he propped himself up on the door with his left hand and stood up. The feeling of lingering fear in his heart did not dissipate for a long time.
"What is this place? Is it really a transfer station for resting? Why do I feel like a sheep that has strayed into a wolf's den?"
A peculiar sensation rose from the depths of his heart, causing him to question the purpose of Hell's Movie. If it weren't for the earlier rescue outside the door, he would even suspect that Hell's Movie deliberately wanted to kill him, and in such an insignificant way, akin to a common person walking down the road only to be struck dead by high-altitude debris. Others seeing such news wouldn't even muster sadness, merely lamenting this person's bad luck.
