Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

In their laughter, Ye Zi understood everything.

The black-haired ratman wasn't dead at all, just badly wounded and terribly weak.

If he used an upright method to snatch it, he would definitely not be able to snatch half of the mandala fruit, and he would starve to death sooner or later.

Therefore, he can only play dead to deceive a new fool like himself!

—there must be some new fool who thinks he's dead and infected with the plague.

And these new idiots, if they are lucky enough to snatch the mandala fruit but are unable to protect themselves, they will definitely flee to the corner where the black-haired rat people are like him, trying to use the "plague" to dispel it. Coveted by other red-eyed rat people.

But these fools don't know that there is no "safe zone" around the black-haired rat people.

But another deadly trap!

The black-haired rat people used this method to snatch mandala fruits one after another when they were on the verge of death.

As for the other red-eyed rats, they knew that the black-haired rats were still alive, so why didn't they come forward to make up for it or snatch it?

Naturally, it was because the Turan people were addicted to gambling, and they valued gambling more than anything else.

In a sense, gambling is a hearty battle against illusory fate.

The game on the gambling table is the same as the fight on the battlefield, you have to rack your brains, do your best, and do everything you can.

Even if you fall into the deepest part of the black dungeon.

Rat people still want to gamble.

Bet on whether the black-haired rat people are dead or not.

Bet that there are no fools like Ye Zi who will be fooled.

After being fooled by the fool, the dying black-haired rat people still have enough strength to snatch the mandala fruit.

For these precarious red-eyed rat people who may lose their lives at any time.

Every few days, it is very cost-effective and necessary to use a mandala fruit to make a wonderful gamble against the fear and despair of being in prison.

Ye Zi, who knew everything, was completely desperate.

The cruelest thing in the world is not to take away all hope from the beginning.

Instead, he seemed to have grasped the last ray of hope, but watched hope slip through his fingers.

Impossible.

Impossible to survive, become stronger, take revenge.

He had been hungry for three days and three nights, during which time he had only eaten a lump of food stuffed into his mouth by a warrior with a broken horn and a tauren.

If he eats this deep-fried mandala fruit, he can still reserve a little bit of strength, and strive to survive until the next round of food distribution, and then grab two, three, and more mandala fruits, let his strength Getting bigger and bigger.

Then there is a chance to crawl out from the deepest part of the dungeon.

Climb to hope.

However, without this fried mandala fruit, the growing hunger is destined to devour his last strength, making him like a lot of rat people curled up in a corner, motionless, even the red eyes The awns are dimmed.

The only ending is to starve to death here, rotten to death!

In a daze, Ye Zi seemed to hear her mother's "Oops", and accidentally knocked a dustpan full of fried mandala sticks to the ground.

It doesn't matter.

Datura trees bear fruit three or five times a year.

Food is available.

No matter how much you eat, you can't finish it.

I'm going to fry it up again.

Mom smiled and comforted Ye Zi.

But her figure gradually blurred.

Datura blossoms.

A flowering mandala tree never bears fruit again.

Not even one knot.

Even if the leaves can survive the Glory Era, enough blood and soul can nourish the roots of the Datura tree, and let the thousands of Datura trees all over Turanze bear fruit again, and produce many, many, many Datura trees Logo.

He's - no mother.

This is the first time since the raging fire ignited in her shed, Ye Zi is extremely aware of this matter.

Realized that Mom would never make him fried mandala bars again.

He no longer has a mother.

The boy finally broke down.

Big teardrops slid down his cheeks.

Even without the hood to cover him, he still cried desperately in front of everyone.

He cried and rushed towards the black-haired rat people.

It is not to snatch back the mandala fruit from the opponent.

I just want to catch my mother's gradually dissipating, thinner and thinner figure.

"Mother--"

Leaf hugged the black-haired rat man's thigh, shaking hysterically, and shouted, "Mom, mom, mom, mom!"

Ye Zi vented her pain to her heart's content.

And ready to face any punishment.

Whether it was kicked away by the black-haired rat people, it fell back into the hands of the hungry red-eyed rat people.

It was still directly torn to pieces by the black-haired rat people.

—Is he sure to do that?

No one has seen the fierce eyes of the black-haired rat people more closely than Ye Zi.

Therefore, no one knows the horror of the black-haired rat people better than Ye Zi.

He must be able to give himself a good time.

Well, see mom soon, soon...

Ye Zi felt that the muscles of the black-haired rat people stiffened.

The boy smiled, and simply closed his eyes and waited for death.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no trace of pain.

The black-haired rat people neither kicked him, nor tore him apart, just let him hug his thigh with stiff muscles.

Leaf opened her eyes in confusion.

The eyes of the black-haired rat people met.

In the dark eyes of the black-haired rat people, he saw shock, confusion, and...a little bit of embarrassment?

It was as if the expression of "what the hell, who is your mother" was written all over the face of the black-haired rat people.

After struggling for a long time, the black-haired rat people finally took action.

Still not kicking or tearing leaves.

Instead, he sighed, broke off a small piece from the fried mandala fruit he had snatched, and returned it to the boy.

"He... what is he doing?"

Leaf was dumbfounded.

In the past three days, he listened to other prisoners and talked a lot about the Glory Era.

Knowing that in the Glory Era, due to the extreme lack of food, not to mention the mandala fruit, even the bark and core of the mandala tree are extremely precious food in the end, enough to fight for blood, Even cause death.

The red-eyed rat people's competition for the fried mandala fruit has proved this point - in just a short moment of fierce competition, many rat people were bruised, face down, lying in the sewage, and kept twitching .

Every fried mandala fruit represents a hope of survival.

This badly injured, dying black-haired ratman might only be able to get a fried mandala fruit in this way for several days.

He obviously has exclusive access to the spoils.

Why share precious hope with yourself?

Ye Zi was puzzled.

Don't dare to move at all.

The black-haired rat people misunderstood him.

The black sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, but he didn't take back his good intentions. With a grunt, he broke off the second piece of fruit and handed it over together.

Ye Zi became more and more afraid to accept it.

The black-haired rat was so ugly, and surrounded by a more ferocious aura than the bull-headed warrior with broken horns, even the shining little man inside Ye Zi was terrified, as if reminding Ye Zi that this is an extremely dangerous monster , the farther away from him the better.

And, did he see the tears on his face?

Turan people regard crying as the greatest shame and unknown.

He even thinks that the little bugs that can devour courage, create plagues, and bring disasters are hidden in tears.

Turanians can die, they can be defeated, they can be bruised and bloody.

Just can't cry.

Whoever sheds a tear in public.

Whoever is the humble coward, the spreader of the plague, is the waste who betrayed the ancestors and will never be able to get the blessing of the totem.

Will be despised and bullied by others for a lifetime.

The other red-eyed rat people heard Ye Zi's cry.

They all took a breath of cold air, and desperately backed away, as if the leaves had turned into monsters covered in plague.

Only the black-haired rat people, not only didn't shake off the boy, looked at the boy without the slightest bit of contempt and disgust, but added a bit of... pity and guilt?

The black-haired ratman stretched out his hand for the third time.

This time, he kept to himself the two small pieces of fried Datura fruit that he had just broken off.

But more than half of the rest was returned to Ye Zi.

"Don't cry, eat."

The lips of the black-haired ratman remained motionless.

But there was a very weak voice in the chest that only Ye Zi could hear.

Ye Zi was completely dumbfounded.

He seems to have heard the red-eyed rats say that the black-haired rats are dumb?

So he can talk?

However, the sound made by the black-haired rat's chest was indeed very strange.

In the past few days, Ye Zi also came into contact with dozens of different accents on the vast land in the south of Turanze from the mouths of all kinds of captives.

But I have never heard such a blunt Turan language.

It's like dismantling the originally multi-syllable, smooth and lively vocabulary full of tongue sounds into individual syllables, and then jumping out syllable by syllable.

Ye Zi couldn't tell which clan's accent it was.

But he could hear the kindness of the black-haired rat people.

He mustered up his courage and looked into the eyes of the black-haired rat people again.

A moment ago, the ferocious flames like a volcanic eruption had long since disappeared without a trace.

The eyes of the black-haired rat people returned to the depth of a starless night.

But unlike the complete solidification when she was pretending to be dead, now, Ye Zi found a faint light like dawn in the deepest part of the starless night.

The aroma of fried Datura fruit, along the nasal cavity, stabbed into the stomach again.

My stomach growled immediately.

Ye Zi blushed, no longer hesitated, stretched out her hands, and took half of the fried Datura fruit from the hand of the black-haired rat man.

He glanced back worriedly.

The black-haired Ratman saw through his thoughts, smiled slightly, and continued to use his chest to make a sound that only teenagers could hear.

"It's okay, they won't come to snatch it."

The black-haired rat people paused, and added, "They dare not."

Do not know why.

This bruised, dying, and extremely weak weirdo.

But it gave Ye Zi a great sense of trust.

The boy finally breathed a sigh of relief, let go of all guards, and carefully took a bite of the fried Datura fruit.

Really fragrant.

The young man was chewing, and in a trance, the illusion appeared again in front of his eyes.

Like, Mom is back.