Chapter 4: The Correct Finish Line

The endpoint and starting point echoed each other in the distance, marked by a semi-transparent sign.

Because of its semi-transparency, no one noticed it previously.

The length of the endpoint sign was consistent with the track. The material was unclear, yet it was able to hover high in mid-air. At this moment, the rabbit-headed man pointed at it, and two extremely bold black characters appeared on it: Endpoint.

Below the "Endpoint," there were two arrows, pointing to the No.1 track on the left and the No.2 track on the right.

Usual sports fields usually have six or eight tracks, but there were only two tracks here.

"The track is 200 meters long, and you can proceed to the next round by going through the correct endpoint. The game ends after three rounds," the rabbit-headed man explained the rules.

"Will those rabbits run with us?" Shen Mo glanced at the rabbit not far away.

"Of course." The rabbit-headed man answered in a still mild voice, "The rabbit is a critical part of the tortoise and the hare race. You have to avoid being caught by them."

Bai Youwei pursed her lips and cautiously asked him, "What happens if we are caught up?"

The rabbit-headed man made no comment.

Although the man didn't comment, somehow, Bai Youwei felt as if he was laughing...

The woman hiding behind her husband asked with a tremble, "Do...do they bite?"

Bite?

The others silently cursed in their hearts: Look at those teeth! It wouldn't be surprising even if they said these rabbits eat people!

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen, the rule explanation ends here. Please follow me to the starting point. The race is about to begin," said the rabbit-headed man as he turned around, supporting his top hat with one hand and headed towards the starting line.

Everyone exchanged glances, looking at each other hesitantly, not moving forward.

The charred corpse on the ground was still there, exuding a faint burnt odor. The sunlight shone on it, and the semi-transparent endpoint sign in the distance reflected the brilliant light, seemingly beckoning to everyone.

Finally, unable to resist the fear in their hearts, they followed the rabbit-headed man step by step with heavy footsteps.

Shen Mo looked down at Bai Youwei, "I might run faster with you on my back rather than in my arms. But if you're afraid of those rabbits, I can carry you."

The rabbits were obviously aggressive, so the back and legs would be the parts most easily injured if they were attacked from behind.

"You'd better carry me." Bai Youwei also calmed down, "Running not only requires speed but also balance. We need to be agile to avoid the rabbits. It would be a lot of trouble if you were carrying me."

They stopped and adjusted their positions, with Bai Youwei lying on Shen Mo's back.

They ended up seeking refuge at the back of the group.

"Are you scared?" Shen Mo asked her.

"I am," Bai Youwei answered in a muffled voice.

No one would not be afraid encountering such a situation.

She asked Shen Mo in a meek voice, "What about you? If those rabbits run very fast ..."

If they run very fast, he would undoubtedly be dragged down while carrying her.

Cradling Bai Youwei's legs, Shen Mo stepped forward, "Remember what the rabbit-headed man just said? He said there would be three rounds in total. If the rabbits are fast, you could finish the race in one round instead of scheduling three rounds."

Bai Youwei was a bit surprised. She hadn't expected Shen Mo to have analyzed it so far.

She looked at the starting line ahead.

The giant rabbits looked horrid. However, careful observation revealed each rabbit was a little out of sorts: they were limping, twitching, scratching and kicking at the ground. Some were even biting their flesh in a frenzy. If they ran, their speed might not be so fast.

After thinking, Bai Youwei whispered to Shen Mo, "The rabbit-headed man kept emphasizing passing through the correct endpoint, so, if you want to win the race, you don't need to be the first one over the finish line. Instead, you have to run faster than the rabbits and find the correct endpoint."

Upon hearing this, Shen Mo said, "Which side is the correct endpoint?"

Bai Youwei fell silent.

Since there were three rounds in the race, the endpoint for each would certainly be different. It could be on the left, or maybe the right, and a hint might be given during the 200-meter run.

Even if there wasn't a hint, guessing blindly would give them a 50% accuracy rate.

The problem now was, they didn't know what the consequences of running to the wrong endpoint would be.