Secret space.

Zang Huo in this special secret realm is constantly processing and producing pieces of strange black stones.

According to the Demon King, these black stones will be used to build the homes of their descendants and make weapons to resist the demonic beasts.

All Zang Huo worked hard and strived for a better tomorrow.

Feng Jiahui wandered alone in the secret realm. Along the way, he watched many Zang Huo perform numb and repetitive tasks on the assembly line like robots.

The demon overseer drank tea leisurely and waited comfortably for the abyss party tomorrow.

Zang Huo, who was promoted to a higher position, waved his whip and urged other Zang Huo not to be lazy.

"What are they doing?" Feng Jiahui asked the demon supervisor next to him.

"Time to go to the toilet. Some people like to be lazy at their own convenience. In order to prevent them from taking too long to go to the toilet without working, we have to give them time, otherwise they will be lazy."

The demon overseer explained with a smile.

He knew that the other party was a distinguished guest from Blue Star.

"Even going to the toilet is timed?"

Feng Jiahui looked at the other party in surprise.

She didn't expect that the demon world has become so inhumane.

"This, this, this..." The demon overseer shivered in fear when he saw the other party getting angry, "Doesn't the blue planet where you live on have this method of supervising work?"

Feng Jiahui looked startled, then fell silent.

"Your Excellency, it's better to leave our demon world alone. Besides, we don't know how to oppress. Look at those honor recipients."

The demon supervisor pointed his finger at an honorary Zang Huo who was helping to supervise and catch slackers.

This Zang Huo had merit for helping to kill the "Shenguang" before.

Therefore, he was promoted to the honorary Zanghuo Demon.

"What happened to this Zang Huo?" Feng Jiahui asked in confusion.

"You don't know that after these Zang Huo were promoted, they were ten times harsher on their companions than us. They themselves don't value their companions and are willing to become our assistants. It's not our fault."

The demon overseer said quite proudly.

Only Zang Huo knew how to oppress Zang Huo.

Don't even think about getting honors and being able to show off your power.

They look down on these honors from the bottom of their hearts, they are nothing more than cowards.

A breathy voice sounded.

"Excuse me...how long until the Abyss Party Festival arrives."

The old man Zang Huo collapsed to the ground from exhaustion

They only have seven days to live, and today is the sixth day.

The sky here is always shrouded in dark clouds, and they can't figure out how long it has been.

"....It's only 8 hours away."

Feng Jiahui helped the other party up, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart.

This sentence is like a flame.

Old Zang Huo's dull eyes gradually brightened.

"One more night, and the hard days of hard work will be over..."

Those noble Lords promised.

On the last day of their hard work, they were able to enjoy all the supplies in exchange for the qualifications for the Abyss Party.

You must survive, and you must survive until the only moment of freedom in your life.

All Zang Huo were bent over by the boulders on their backs, and they gasped in pain.

Whenever someone can't hold on, thinking of a better tomorrow will give them motivation.

"You don't have to work so hard. Why don't you lighten your burden and do less work?"

Feng Jiahui said as she took out a bottle of healing potion from the storage bracelet and gave it to the other party.

She looked at the other person's ricked body and knew that it was a body that was always bent under the weight of a black stone.

Old Zang Huo waved his hand, not wanting the other party to waste time on him who only had one day left to live.

He grinned with a dry mouth and chuckled softly:

"If I don't carry it, my descendants will. If I work more now, my descendants will work less."

When old Zang Huo said this, the light of hope ignited in his eyes again.

The hard life of their tribe will one day end because of the work of their predecessors.

"But, don't you still have to shoulder the hard work?"

Feng Jiahui revealed the biggest doubt.

These Zang Huo carry so much stone every day, why don't they even have a home now?

"Your Blue Star human civilization should have been around for tens of thousands of years. Did your ancestors work hard? Are you still working now?"

"If you Blue Star humans have been working hard for thousands of years for generations, why are you still working now?"

Old Zang Huo showed a wise smile.

These words were like a sharp chisel hitting Feng Jiahui's heart.

Her expression was frozen, and for a while she couldn't find any answer to old Zang Huo's question.

"We are ominous people. Sometimes we mutate into a monster called Divine Light."

"That divine light destroyed the stone home we worked so hard to transport, and also killed the overseer who gave us food, all because we are unknown people!"

Old Zang Huo clenched his fists and said with anger.

He wished he could peel off Shen Guang's skin, cramp his muscles, and bite him to death.

These are the people who are restless, otherwise they might not have been free long ago.

"But those nobles and rich people bully you so much, you should have a reasonable rest time and a life of your own."

Feng Jiahui wants to use the advanced thinking she has mastered to enlighten.

She found that these people were always working, and the only thing they enjoyed was the last time of their lives.

"You are wrong to say that. We will become rich one day if we work hard. If we hate the rich, won't we be working against ourselves in the future?"

Old Zang Huo waved his hand to let the other party not pay attention.

It’s not like they can’t even understand this virtuous cycle.

"But..." Feng Jiahui's mind went blank.

She didn't know when the day that the other party hoped for would come.

A sound broke through the air.

An honorary Zang Huo swung his whip and beat the old Zang Huo's body and made a hateful sound: "I know how to be lazy every day. Before I die, I have to hurry up to transport a new batch of stones. People in the past were so hard-working and hard-working, how can I be like you?"

be lazy."

As an honor demon, he specializes in managing these gains that are free from work.

Old Zang Huo looked at the honorary Zang Huo in fear, then said goodbye to Feng Jiahui and prepared to move new stones.

Feng Jiahui looked at the honorary Zang Huo and was about to have a fit.

A demon supervisor quickly came to dissuade him: "Dear Mr. Blue Star, this is a matter between Zang Huo and me, please don't interfere too much."

Feng Jiahui looked at the supervisor, and then at old Zang Huo who smiled helplessly.

She walked up to old Zang Huo and said earnestly:

"One day there will be a world where money is not the main belief, where the wealth created by everyone belongs to everyone."

"Everyone enjoys the same freedom and equality, rather than just one day of freedom obtained by being oppressed for most of his life."

"There workers, farmers and astronauts are just as great."

.......

Feng Jiahui told the other party about the prosperous age of world harmony.

She knew that although the other party might not be able to see this moment.

But if one day she is strong enough to change everything, she will make it a reality.

“You don’t need to spend most of your life working to buy the last day of freedom.”

Old Zang Huo's soybean-sized eyes were filled with tears.
To be continued...