Qian Cangyi refocused his attention on the film. His habit when watching films is to see them through to the end, as if immersing himself in the actor's identity. Once he starts, he must finish. Although there were some unexpected situations just now, he wasn't worried about being in danger, since aside from personally entering the film, he could also directly control it from outside.
The play button was pressed, and the image cut from the movie screen back to the theater. The people who had survived in the theater exchanged glances, each with a solemn expression on their faces. However, now they didn't know what to say to express their feelings at this moment.
Qian Cangyi focused on the actors. The surviving actors gathered together, at this time the film drew closer to the actors, amplifying the sound of their conversation.
"Did we survive?"
"There must be another wave, do you have any special props left?"
"None."
"We still have to find a way to survive."
