One minute ago, inside the Movie World.
The long street of black and white lay desolate, with gothic spires stretching endlessly. A giant clock tower stood at the city center, its pendulum swaying ceaselessly.
Soon after, a total of seven movie screens suddenly appeared on the silent street reminiscent of a silent film.
One by one, figures emerged from the screens: Xia Pingzhou, the Queen's Statue, an unconscious traffic light, and the four members of the Ghost Train Corps.
They merged into this black-and-white world, gradually losing their original colors.
Xia Pingzhou paused slightly, lowering his head to look at his fading body. It was his first time entering Ke Qirui's movie space, so the surprise was natural.
He raised his head and looked around; the entire world was in black and white, with neither the sound of wind nor the sound of people. The oppressive atmosphere made it hard to breathe.
