Ever since Fei Hu arrived in this land, she was prepared to study the rules.
More people were transported here, batch after batch, and while they boarded at seemingly different times, their arrival here was astonishingly synchronized.
She boarded several trips after Liu Hong, yet when they reached the final stop, she found Liu Hong not far ahead of her.
She stood frozen in place, quietly observing the situation.
"Ticket." Ahead, a row of people were stopped by a stake, which extended a hand and asked them for tickets.
Liu Hong, standing at the front, pulled from his pocket a finger—white and drained of blood—and handed it to the stake in front of him.
His left hand was missing a finger.
He had already ripped a few strips from his clothes to wrap the wound.
Compared to others, only the first batch of people, like them, naïvely used their own fingers.
Fei Hu stayed in the back, not making any move yet.
