"Let's go see what's going on."

Leziren came knocking on the door without warning, insisting on joining Xia Chuhe to watch the excitement.

Xia Chuhe also wanted to see what had happened, and as soon as she left, the others followed.

Wu Ying noticed the dark hair on Wang Yan's arm: "Hey, this arm's no good. Dude, wanna get a knife? Are you even thinking straight? Want to make a baby?"

Wang Yan didn't mince words with anyone outside his teammates: "Get lost!"

Wang Yan secretly checked her mind and found it perfectly clear; she had absolutely no desire to have a baby.

Xia Chuhe gave Wuying a light shove: "Don't bully people."

Wu Ying was a little afraid of Xia Chuhe, fearing that she would shoot him again.

He didn't actually have much medicine for treating his wound last night. He only used the precious medicine to treat his ordinary gunshot wound because he wanted to show Xia Chuhe the strength of the Lighthouse.

Without Wuying causing trouble, the group quickly saw what had happened.

A villager's son has returned. I heard he's a tiger, very successful, and has become the boss of some district. Now that things are stable, he's brought a convoy to pick up his parents to enjoy life in the city, and also to pick up some goods to sell there.

The convoy was long, with three cars at the front and a line of trucks following behind.

As Xia Chuhe passed by the convoy, Sister Diao gave him a wink.

Diao Jie looked around and saw that the villagers had all gone to watch the excitement and no one was paying attention to the convoy. She quickly climbed onto the truck's canopy, opened a small hole, and looked inside. It was empty except for two or three boxes scattered around.

Sister Diao randomly inspected four trucks, and they were all in the same situation.

It seems that the person who came was really just there to pick up the goods.

Diao Jie told Xia Chuhe what she had seen. Suddenly, Xia Chuhe felt a pain in her back and a chill ran through her body. A voice rang in her ear.

"The barnyard grass that doesn't produce rice will be pulled out by the gods sooner or later!"

Xia Chuhe turned his head and met the pained expressions on his teammates' faces.

Xin Diao shivered from the cold, cursing under her breath: "Damn it, who the hell is cursing me! How dare they curse me as a castrated woman? Just wait till I catch you, I'll make you taste what real castration feels like!"

When the group was paired up, they realized that they had all heard the same argument.

It's mostly about hens that don't have children or lay eggs, who have no one to care for them in their old age, and who die alone.

Xia Chuhe: "..."

She should thank the people who criticized her; they were truly the most polite and tactful ones.

Being scolded a few times is nothing to me, but the wound on my back started to bleed.

However, after searching around, the group couldn't find who was secretly hurting them.

What's particularly strange is that only Xia Chuhe and her teammates were injured and frozen, while Wu Ying was completely unharmed.

Xia Chuhe thought for a moment and understood the reason. Last night, none of them had gone to discipline the baby. In the villagers' eyes, that was simply not having children.

Harsh words can be as chilling as a summer's day.

The hurtful words just now must have come from the villagers.

Thinking this through, Xia Chuhe saw the villagers' mouths moving, and indeed, he felt both pain and cold all over. This time, they were saying—

Selfish, irresponsible, shirking responsibility, having children is an obligation that every rat must fulfill!

Xia Chuhe sighed, walked up to a villager who was looking at her, and swiftly grabbed the villager by the neck: "I'm not a rat."

"Instead of wasting your time making fun of me, you should go home and have a baby with your wife. I wish you a baby full of treasures, and I wish you die of exhaustion within a day."

The villagers' front teeth gradually grew longer.

Afraid of being bitten, Xia Chuhe forcefully flung the person against the door and said indifferently, "If your tongue is too long, I can cut it off for you."

The villager coughed violently a few times, his incisors slowly retracting. He glared fiercely at Xia Chuhe, then quickly ran towards the village committee.

Xin Diao rubbed her hands together, eager for a fight: "Was he cursing me just now? This grandma will castrate him right now!"

"Who knows? Anyway, it's just a few people. Just pick one, teach him a lesson, and the others will behave." Xia Chuhe didn't care much.

Given the game's design, the villagers are essentially just a bunch of pathetic rats; the key is to kill the "god" behind the scenes.

Unfortunately, with her current strength, she would be doomed if she faced a god; she can only dart around in the gaps of rules set by others.

Xin Diao squinted, unwilling to accept it.

Old Qin healed the injuries of the group.

However, after walking only a few steps into the village, the group suffered many more wounds, and their exposed skin even emitted a chill.

You can control everything, but you can't control what others say.

Xia Chuhe gave up the idea of ​​watching the tiger, his teeth chattering as he said, "Let's go back. If we keep going like this, we'll bleed to death before we even get to the village."

The group turned back.

However, among the barrage of comments directed at them, there were also other comments mixed in.

At the entrance of a small courtyard, a man was pointing at a baby crawling on the ground and lecturing him: "Look at other people's children, big tigers, big bosses, what a presence they have, so promising. And look at you, a stinking rat. You'll be lucky if you can ever live like me and have enough to eat. How did I ever give birth to such a thing as you..."

This scene reminded Xia Chuhe of the time when Wang Yan's father disciplined his children.

Xia Chuhe couldn't help but chime in: "Yeah, like begets like. Look at those parents, big bosses, their style, their prestige, they give their kids the best of everything. Even if they have a rat, it'll be the king of rats."

The man, like a dog that had been hit, instantly turned red-faced and flew into a rage: "Who the hell are you talking to! Who do you think you are? What business is it of yours how I discipline my son!"

Xia Chuhe pulled a small mouse out of his backpack, a half-smile on his face: "I'm disciplining the child's father, what's the rush?"

The man's face flushed red and then turned pale, a surge of anger stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered.

Xin Diao clapped and cheered, "Well said! Brilliant! It's enough to make a stinking rat jump for joy!"

The man who was jumping up and down was even angrier.

Wu Ying felt a little sorry for this man. Of all people to mess with, he had to provoke Xia Chuhe, who was in a bad mood.

Li Yue patted Xia Chuhe: "Let's go quickly. The person you choked earlier seems to have gone to the village committee to report. We need to find a place to hide the dragon and the snake as soon as possible."

Wuying pulled out the half-dead little white snake from his pocket: "I have one too, what should we do with it?"

Xia Chuhe said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "If you take them back to the wasteland, everything will be fine."

Wuying shook his head: "I've only been playing for a day, I'm not going back."

Xia Chuhe looked up and saw a long convoy of trucks in the distance.

Xia Chuhe laughed and said, "Would you like to try leaving Peach Blossom Village?"