The tractor drove straight ahead, and the white fog quickly dissipated, revealing an unfamiliar road to everyone.

Sister Diao clung to the tractor's front end with a pitiful look, her long legs carefully tucked into the tires: "It's so crowded, I want to sleep in your space."

Xin Diao nudged her: "Don't sleep yet, take a look at who that is."

Everyone looked in the direction Xin Diao pointed, and the corners of their mouths, which had been raised halfway, fell back down.

A majestic king of beasts sat in the middle of the road.

An obstacle in the road.

Xia Chuhe pondered for a moment whether it was the tractor that could knock the tiger away, or the tiger that could knock the tractor away.

Xia Chuhe readily agreed and stopped the tractor.

Xin Diao jumped off the tractor, stretched, and cracked his bones with his hands.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Xia Chuhe's eyes.

Is Master Xin cosplaying Wu Song instead of Lu Zhishen today?

Xin Diao, with his hands hanging down, smiled at the crowd: "Come on, everyone, find a comfortable place to lie down. Fifteen years from now, you'll be a hero again."

Xia Chuhe: "..."

It's not that I can't lie down, but I can't lie down when things are just starting to look promising for my parents.

Xia Chuhe calmly gripped the gun. If the last four bullets all hit the eye, would there be any hope of killing the obstacle blocking his path?

The roadblock had no intention of attacking; it said, "I judge you; you are guilty."

The deep voice echoed through the road, like a huge speaker playing in people's ears, each note resonating with their hearts.

The people being judged showed expressions of varying degrees of pain.

Even Xia Chuhe felt as if a rope was around her neck.

She thought of the rat on trial, and her voice overlapped with the rat's: "I am innocent!"

"Oh? Then who is guilty?" the tiger asked.

“The people who made the rules are guilty, the gods are guilty,” Xia Chuhe said with difficulty.

The shackles around everyone's necks disappeared instantly.

God is guilty.

This is something a mouse would never dare to say.

No, this is something most animals wouldn't dare to say.

Even the animals in the free zone, though their bodies are free, their hearts are still shrouded in fear of the gods.

The tiger made way for it.

Xia Chuhe paused for a moment, then said, "Thank you."

"If the rats are innocent, then what's the point of everything we've done?" Tiger muttered to himself. He didn't expect Xia Chuhe to give him a reasonable answer; it was a question that even Brother Long couldn't answer.

He was often puzzled by his actions. He knew that the rats were not the real culprits, but he had to trap more rats for various reasons.

However, Xia Chuhe said, "It's to give more people a goal to strive for and a hope for life."

Hatred can sometimes be more powerful than love, especially hatred for a creature weaker than oneself.

Driven by hatred, the animals of the Free Zone united and worked tirelessly to contribute to its development.

However, if the object of hatred is changed to a deity, the animals will only bury their hatred deep in their hearts under the heavy weight of fear, and even deceive themselves by deliberately forgetting their hatred.

The tiger chewed on Xia Chuhe's words, which seemed to make some sense.

Xia Chuhe couldn't help but sigh: "When the brave are angry, they draw their swords against the stronger; when the cowardly are angry, they draw their swords against the weaker."

The tiger was enlightened. Yes, because they are the weak, they only dare to prey on mice!

For the first time, he realized the truth about killing rats with such clarity.

So, how do they become strong? Will the tractor driver show them the way?

"Wait!" The tiger handed Xia Chuhe a few white pebbles. "You'll come back again, won't you? Can you tell me more?"

Xia Chuhe accepted the pebbles and shook his head.

She's just a video game player; she can't even memorize all of Lu Xun's quotes.

Hehe, the words of the great pioneer of the literary revolution are enough for this tiger to do reading comprehension for a long time.

There were no suitable storage boxes on the farm, and Xia Chuhe was afraid that the hens would eat the pebbles as calcium supplements, so he could only temporarily put them in his pocket.

With no obstacles in their way, Sister Diao ran into the farm and took a nap. The hummingbird's video, which was placed upside down on the truck, served as navigation for Xia Chuhe.

The tractor rumbled along the road.

Before long, the little monkey tossed a white pebble into its hand.

Xia Chuhe: "..."

"You little rascal, give it back to me!"

The little monkey happily jumped around on Lao Qin and Wang Gang, ignoring Xia Chuhe's words.

The big parrot babbled in a language that humans couldn't understand for a while before the little monkey reluctantly returned the pebble to Xia Chuhe.

Long-distance driving, especially low-speed long-distance driving, is a great test of a driver's patience.

The people riding the tractor found it very novel.

Apart from Xin Diao, almost no one had experience driving on the ground.

Even Xin Diao had only ever seen a sky full of yellow sand.

But now, there are all kinds of small shops on both sides of the road, big trees with green leaves, small flowers and grasses swaying in the wind under the trees, and some big trees are even blooming with red and pink flowers.

The sunlight overhead was warm and clear. The wind blowing in my face was crisp and clean.

The group was so engrossed in the novel experience that they forgot to speak.

Xia Chuhe's patience ran out, and she kindly reminded Wang Gang, "You've lost your scalp."

Wang Gang ran his hand down his forehead, and the rough, prickly feeling disappeared on his head, replaced by sticky, fleshy flesh.

"Hey, that explains why my head feels both cool and burning," Wang Gang replied憨憨地.

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