The three were talking when everything suddenly went dark before their eyes.
Little Illusion's shrill voice rang out beside their ears. "Hey, hey, why did you all pass out?"
"Oh, you passed out. I'll reluctantly manage this amusement park for you for a couple of days. Sigh, being a child is really hard."
"Little Fatty, stay here and watch the three of them. I'm going out to play—no, I mean help them manage the park."
"Wait, Sister Huanhuan, my dad is still unconscious outside. Bring him here so I can watch him too."
"Old Wen will be fine. He'll be fine wherever he passes out, as long as he doesn't fall into a cesspit."
"Why?"
"Hmph, my Sister watches over him every day. His body has already been transferred into that Blood Island world."
"Oh."
Lava overflowed, and heat waves rolled through the air. As far as the eye could see, the sky was crimson and the earth was split apart.
It was a world like a fiery hell.
When Wenren Sheng opened his eyes, this was the scene before him.
He looked down at his body and found that it was indeed no longer his original body. Instead, he was a frail young man with a travel pack on his back.
After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood. This body must have belonged to the young man who had gone down the mountain earlier, the only person in the filming crew who had chosen to leave.
A burst of noisy chatter suddenly reached his ears.
"Old Ma, is that you?"
"Director Liu, why are you here too?"
Wenren Sheng looked toward the voices and saw that several dozen paces away, the large group from the filming crew had gathered into a cluster, chattering and talking over one