Moxiu looked at the queue that was so long that he couldn't see the end of it. He sighed and could only start from the beginning.
Following the line, Moxiu finally found the last row. The few people in front were all looking at him with the same gaze.
"Is there anything on my face?" Mo Xiu asked as he touched his face. Why are you looking at me like that?"
The few of them seemed to be unwilling to communicate with Moxiu. They turned around and no longer looked at him. Many of them were carrying many things on their backs, and some even brought blankets.
Why were these people so confident? After confirming that he could pass, he directly moved?
Soon, Mo Xiu's doubts were resolved.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the team stopped moving slowly. The old man in front of them who was holding the blanket directly laid on the ground and lay down.
The others also sat on the ground to rest.