Sun Zhufeng's question snapped everyone back to their senses.
Yeah!
What did this story have to do with the script for this game?
Especially those netizens who had played this script before—no matter how they listened, they could not figure out what Yang Yi's story had to do with the game they had played.
Even compared to the identity cards the few of them had received, they could not see much of a connection.
"Of course it's related," Yang Yi said with a light laugh.
"After playing for so long, it was time for it to come to an end, wasn't it?"
As Yang Yi said this, her eyes were fixed on the camera behind Sun Zhufeng.
It was as though she were speaking to someone beyond the camera.
When Qi Si forced his eyes open, he happened to meet Yang Yi's gaze.
For an instant, Qi Si felt that Yang Yi had said those words specifically to him.
But could it really be such a coincidence?
Could Yang Yi really time things so perfectly? Could she have calculated that he would open his eyes at precisely this moment?
The thought surfaced in Qi Si's mind for only an instant before he quickly cast it aside.
Whether she had timed it precisely was no longer important. Right now, he was meat on the chopping block.
"You're awake?"
A somewhat murky male voice sounded from behind him.
Qi Si jolted.
"Who?!"
He wanted to turn around and look at the person behind him, but his neck could not rotate one hundred and eighty degrees. He could not even catch a glimpse of the man.
"Little one, long time no see. Did you miss Uncle?" There was a trace of amusement hidden in the man's voice.
The voice sounded somewhat gentle, yet