Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

The black-haired ratman also ate his share of fried datura fruit.

Don't look at him as ugly.

The appearance of eating is very gentle, chewing slowly to the extreme.

His portion of food was only two small pieces, replaced by leaves, and he swallowed it in two bites.

It's not enough for those red-eyed rat people who are devouring it.

The black-haired rat man squinted his eyes, focused his expression, and puffed up his cheeks. He put every fried crumb on the back molars and ground them finely.

It's like squeezing out the deepest and most subtle energy and elements contained in the mandala fruit.

Ye Zi inadvertently caught a glimpse of the black-haired rat people eating, and felt a little embarrassed.

It must be because there is too little food, he is reluctant to eat it all in one sitting, right?

He was injured so badly, such two small lumps of food would definitely not be enough to recover, and he would still starve to death.

The leaves are a little unbearable.

Although the mandala fruit was snatched from him by the black-haired rat people and returned to him.

But the leaves are also snatched from others.

In the dungeon, in the dark depths, in order to survive, there is no right or wrong.

Ye Zi thought for a while, and evenly divided the remaining food in half.

Swallowing his saliva, he forcibly extinguished the flame of hunger in his stomach, and redistributed half of the food to the black-haired rat people.

"Eat, uncle."

Ye Zi blocked the sight of other red-eyed rat people with her thin body, and whispered, "We have to hurry up, otherwise, when others finish eating, they will definitely come and snatch us."

The black-haired rat man was slightly taken aback.

It seems that he did not expect the young man to be able to restrain his strong appetite and understand the principle of reciprocating.

There was also a softer light in the black eyes that stared at the boy.

He was not polite to the boy.

But it didn't speed up.

Still grinding it finely, without any haste, swallowing every energy contained in the fried mandala fruit, and sending it directly to the cells that need it most.

The two finished sharing a mandala fruit.

The black-haired rat people curled up in the depths of the sewage in the corner again.

This time he curled up even deeper.

It's like a dragon dormant in the abyss.

Only half of the head and nostrils are exposed on the water.

His eyes froze again.

Breathing and heartbeat also gradually slowed down, almost stagnant.

The body temperature keeps dropping until it is at the same level as the surrounding environment.

He became a "dead body" again.

The leaves are such an eye-opener.

If he hadn't really only eaten half a fried mandala fruit, and his stomach was still growling with hunger, he would have wondered whether the "resurrection" of the black-haired rat people was imaginary because he was in a near-death state. hallucinations.

The boy's curiosity was at its peak.

Looking back at the other red-eyed rat people, they all avoided the leaves like the plague.

The occasional gazes were also full of hatred and contempt.

"They all heard my cries and saw the tears on my face."

Ye Zi sighed inwardly, "It seems that I will never be accepted by these guys."

That being the case, Ye Zi broke the jar and sat down next to the black-haired rat man disguised as a corpse.

The boy imitated the other party's appearance and curled up most of his body into the sewage.

"Uncle—"

Ye Zi's face was facing the corner of the wall, her eyes were rolling around, one eye was fixed on the situation behind her, and the other eye was looking at the black-haired rat man.

He asked in a low voice, "Is your injury okay?"

Although the Turans have no concept of "medicine".

But no matter witch doctor, priest or experienced warrior, they all know that after being injured, the wound should try not to be close to dirty things, otherwise, it is very likely to fester, and small bugs will crawl out of it.

The black-haired rat's skin was torn apart, and his body was covered in cuts and bruises.

But he soaked all the wounds in sewage, but there was no sign of redness, swelling, suppuration, or bugs crawling out.

Ye Zi couldn't help being amazed.

He was just driven by curiosity and asked casually.

Don't expect the other party to really answer him.

After all, we don't know each other at all, and the other party sees him as pitiful, so it's the best of benevolence to give him half of the food.

Unexpectedly, after a while, a weak vibration came from the depths of Ye Zi's ears.

"Skin trauma, it's okay."

The black-haired ratman still explained in the blunt and weird Turan language, "Moreover, the open wound will help me directly absorb precious energy from the sewage, repair the damaged cells deep in the wound, and shorten the treatment time as much as possible."

"cell".

This is a vocabulary that Ye Zi has never heard, nor can she understand.

This is quite normal.

After all, the world of the Rat People is too narrow and closed, and most of the seven or eight hundred words used in daily life revolve around the mandala tree.

Only when I became a prisoner did I realize that there were so many new words in the mouths of the clan lords that they couldn't understand.

The most often heard, every master hangs in his mouth, as if the new word that everyone understands is——

"glory".

Ye Zi once thought that she was very smart, no matter what she learned, she could understand everything.

But he started thinking about it when the datura flowers bloomed, and when the village was destroyed, he was still thinking about it, and he has been thinking about it until now.

I still don't understand what the so-called "glory" really means.

"Cell" and "glory" are new words that he doesn't understand, but he feels very powerful when he hears them.

The black-haired Ratman with a weird accent who knows these new words must be a very powerful person, right?

"How can you not be panting, your heart is not beating, it is so cold that there is almost no temperature, and you pretend to be like a corpse?"

Seeing that the black-haired rat man had a gentle attitude and did not intend to reject him, the boy summoned up his courage and continued to ask.

"I'm not pretending to be dead."

The black-haired ratman continued, "I just suspended the normal operation of most of my physiological functions, reduced energy consumption to the limit, and put all the saved precious energy into treatment.

"After all, it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. Without energy, she can't display her great abilities."

This passage is filled with more new words.

But Ye Zi still barely understood what the black-haired rat people meant.

And, under the encouraging eyes of the black-haired rat people, he continued to ask:

"Uncle, those people seem to be unable to hear you, and treat you as a dumb?"

"That's right, I used the resonance of the magnetic field of life to directly oscillate your eardrum and transmit these words to your brain."

The black-haired rat man said, "I haven't spoken...the dialect here for a while, can you understand me, do you want me to speak slowly?"

"I can understand."

Ye Zi said, paused, and then said, "However, there are some words that I don't understand. 'Life...market', what is that?"

"you do not know?"

The nearly frozen eyes of the black-haired rat people turned slightly, and looked at Ye Zi strangely, "I sensed in your body, there are signs of cultivating the magnetic field of life—if I read correctly, just now you stimulated the magnetic field of life, and the blood of flesh and blood Your body becomes soft and flexible like rubber, and your arms stretch out several times, just like the nose of a strange python or a giant elephant, right?"

Ye Zi did not expect that the half-dead black-haired rat people turned out to be the most calm observers in the deepest part of the dungeon.

He can clearly see all his little moves that are extremely concealed.

"If you don't know the magnetic field of life..."

The black-haired rat man pondered for a moment, then changed his way, and asked, "Then, when you turn your flesh and blood into rubber—it's the sap secreted by the Datura tree, after it's solidified—it's so soft. Do you feel like there are shining lines in your body that are slowly flowing, spinning, and circulating?"

Ye Zi was taken aback.

Unexpectedly, the black-haired rat people knew everything.

No need to answer at all.

The boy's expression had already betrayed everything.

"Who taught you this?"

The black-haired rat man looked the boy up and down, and asked with great interest, "What's your name, and how did you end up in this ghostly place?"

Leaf didn't hesitate for too long.

He is not some great big shot, and there is no secret about his identity.

Even the shining murals in the cave, my brother has also learned it, and he is usually better than himself, can't he not stop the slap of the warrior with a broken horn and a bull's head?

When the black-haired rat people burst into fierce flames, they were simply more powerful than the bull-headed warrior with a broken horn.

Whatever he wants to do.

At least, I have nothing to lose anymore, right?

"My name is Ye Zi..."

The young man took a deep breath, and spoke out his identity, experience and hatred in detail.

Actually nothing special.

It was nothing more than a common occurrence in the hundreds of rat villages in Turanze at the beginning of the Glory Era.

The hometown of the black-haired rat people should also be ushering in "glory", right?

But he listened very intently.

It's like hearing something like this for the first time.

Many details are repeated repeatedly by the leaves.

Many concepts that are well known to women and children among rat people need to be explained in detail by Ye Zi.

After all, Ye Zi is an ignorant teenager who has encountered drastic changes and has accumulated a stomach full of resentment, confusion and hatred. He has long wanted to find someone trustworthy to confide in.

Seeing the two of them huddled together in a corner, the other red-eyed rat people changed from one "dead corpse" to two, thinking of the bad luck of Ye Zi's crying, they were unwilling to provoke them.

It's convenient for Zi Zi, it takes a long time to explain the ins and outs of the future, everything in detail.

"I see."

The black-haired rat man finally finished listening, and sighed softly, "No wonder you are heartbroken, as if you regard this fried mandala fruit as the most important thing in your life.

"Tell me, Ye Zi, what do you want to do next?"

"Of course I want to live."

Ye Zi said without hesitation, "Live, get out of here, become stronger in the arena, become stronger than the horn-broken bullhead warrior, and then avenge your family and everyone in the half-mountain village, and kill all the bloody people who participated in the village massacre that day." Hoof Warrior!"

After a pause, he lowered his head again, his eyes pressed against the surface of the sewage, letting his tears fall silently.

"However, it's impossible."

The boy said desperately, "I'm just a little rat people, I can't do it, I can't avenge everyone."

"Don't cry, look up and look into my eyes."

The black-haired rat man's eyes were piercing, and the voice that entered the young man's ears became loud and firm in an instant, "Believe me, as long as your determination is strong enough, everything is possible in time!"