Seeing everything happening in front of him, Julius Reed suddenly understood the rules here.
Rules, perhaps, are just voluntary.
Everything is a trade.
Everything is fair.
When giving it to you again, the price has long been marked.
The first-time visitors, there will always be a second time.
And the second time is when these telekinetic energies are harvested.
"No, why am I here! Who are you! I want to wake up!"
The man kept shouting, already on the verge of collapse.
"You're already dead, welcome to your new home."
The man in black clothes said with a strange laugh, pushing him into the cell.
Clang!
The chains were fastened.
He was imprisoned in the cell of the previous person.
Rules!
These are the rules.
Julius Reed finally understood why he couldn't go out.
Because when people come down, they are guided by the light.
The feet never touched the ground.
No matter how you walk, all around is darkness.
