From Qian Jiangyue's tone, Shadow Play felt a kind of despair that was lost to the extreme. It seemed that Qian Jiangyue was not asking a question but hoping someone could share this despair and make him feel a little lighter.
"Hell's... Movie?" Shadow Play's face became solemn, then she seemed to suddenly realize something, and her pupil contracted, "You mean, Hell's Movie itself is a movie?"
"Yes." Qian Jiangyue nodded, then turned back to take a glance, seemingly sensing something behind.
Shadow Play followed Qian Jiangyue's line of sight, only to see a pitch-black space, without any unexpected discovery.
Qian Jiangyue turned his head back, scratched his head with his left hand, and said:
"A unique movie prepared for the 'same-level audience', everything from our birth to our death belongs to this movie."
