The sky is blue, the clouds are white, the wind is gentle, and the sun is shining.
The dilapidated thatched hut leaked wind, light, and sound.
A man stood outside the thatched hut, and he saw everything that was happening inside.
From the moment the second villager transformed, Wuying was already there.
Through the cracks in the thatched hut, he witnessed firsthand the ferocity of the black rats and the perilous situations faced by Xia Chuhe and his companions.
Wuying has the ability to save them.
His superpower is very strong; he can not only exit the instance on his own, but he can also take everyone and animals in the thatched hut with him when he exits the instance.
The second brother once deduced that Xia Chuhe was the chosen one of the omniscient and omnipotent God, and the key to changing the fate of the wasteland.
Wuying scoffed at this.
This is just one of the many flawed deductions made by the second son.
The lighthouse is the hope of the wasteland, the direction in which the wasteland moves forward.
Xia Chuhe is a soft-hearted, stupid idiot. She even impulsively and recklessly stood up for a stinky rat in the dungeon, putting herself and her teammates in danger.
Someone like her could never be so heartless as to eradicate the inferior genes that exist in the wasteland.
The Lighthouse believes in the principle of natural selection and survival of the fittest.
The goal of the Lighthouse is to eliminate all inferior genes and preserve and stably pass on superior genes that can adapt to the wasteland.
If all of humanity possessed superior genes adapted to the wasteland, then the wasteland would no longer be a disaster for humanity, but rather a home for humanity.
The existence of this base is a colossal mistake; they actually preserved the inferior genes of those unevolved pigs! They allowed the pig genes to contaminate the human gene pool!
Lighthouse, fighting for the happiness of all mankind!
The lighthouse will eventually eradicate all inferior genes!
A person like Xia Chuhe could never be the key to changing the fate of the wasteland!
Wuying smiled dismissively and stopped spying on the scene inside the thatched hut.
Xia Chuhe's fate is sealed.
Someone like her should just die.
One more or one less makes no difference. The wasteland doesn't need people like her.
Wuying turned and walked towards the village, happily resting his hands behind his head and whistling contentedly.
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Xia Chuhe fired continuously, but due to his poor aim, he could only briefly interrupt the black rats' attack each time.
After several dodges, Xia Chuhe was forced to the edge of the thatched hut, with nowhere else to hide.
Xia Chuhe reached into her pocket for the selfless pamphlet, which could persuade Black Rat to give her an external item unconditionally.
Stop attacking and let them go—is that something external to us?
Or you could use copy and paste to create a black mouse and fight it?
Whether it works or not, let's buy time!
Just as Xia Chuhe was about to use the flyer, the small black snake curled up on her finger slithered quickly along her finger and hissed as it rushed toward the black rat.
Perhaps due to the snake's innate bloodline suppression of the rat, the black rat froze, its ears twitched rapidly, and it turned and ran away.
Wang Yan reacted swiftly, rushing to the door of the thatched hut, closing it, and setting it on fire.
The black mouse's attempt to leap out the door was thwarted. The little black snake circled around the black mouse, chasing and intercepting it, gradually cornering it.
The black rat whimpered and transformed into a curled-up human shape.
The villager's second brother's clothes were all burned off, and his body was covered in charred wounds. He got up angrily and stomped on the ground.
The little black snake had already cleverly swum back to Xia Chuhe's hand.
Xia Chuhe was surprised that a small black snake, barely longer than a finger, could drive away a rat that was half a person's height. She praised, "Well done! I'll give you an extra treat later."
The man's mottled and dirty body swayed back and forth in the thatched hut. Lu Dangui took two steps forward, grabbed the second villager's neck from behind, and swiftly and accurately stabbed the small iron rod into his throat.
The second brother snarled a few times, bared his teeth, and grew large incisors, with blood and foam flowing down his body.
He will never have the chance to turn back into an invulnerable rat.
Lu Dangui probed his neck, pulled out an iron rod, and said indifferently, "He's completely dead."
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
It seems that the villagers of Peach Blossom Village have maxed-out defenses when they turn into rats, but are still afraid of their animal predators. When they turn into humans, although they are no longer afraid of predators, they are just as vulnerable as ordinary humans.
The thatched hut was in a mess, with a pile of ashes left after the clothes were burned in the middle, and the thatched roof above was blackened by the flames.
If it weren't for Xia Chuhe and Wang Yan's excellent fire control skills, this thatched hut would definitely not have survived.
Wang Yan honestly cleaned up the ashes and straightened the things.
Xia Chuhe calmly picked up the gourd ladle, scooped half a ladle of water from the water vat, and handed it to the old man on the bed.
A thin, half-human, half-rat paw emerged from the blanket, took the water ladle, and shakily tilted its head back to pour water into its mouth.
Because I was lying flat on the bed, most of the water in the ladle spilled onto the blanket, leaving a wet patch.
Xia Chuhe lifted the old woman out of the quilt, sat her down against the wall, and scooped half a ladle of water for her again.
The old man, with his sharp snout like a mouse, dipped it into the water ladle and drank it down like a guzzler.
Xia Chuhe handed her water four times before the old woman waved her hand to stop.
"Tell me, what you did to disobey the gods," Xia Chuhe said, standing condescendingly beside the old man's bed.
The old man's gaze fell on the small snake wrapped around Xia Chuhe's finger, and he gave a nostalgic smile.
"Like begets like. A rat's son knows how to dig holes. I never thought that such an insignificant rat like me could give birth to a dragon son."
These were the old woman's first words. She told a story about a mother and son, rules and rebellion, gods and commoners.
A young mother was fortunate enough to give birth to a dragon prince with her first child. She cherished this child as the apple of her eye.
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