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

Even though he looks extremely ugly.

However, the eating appearance is very gentle, and he chews it carefully and slowly.

His portion of food only consisted of two small pieces, which were replaced by leaves and swallowed in two mouthfuls.

If it were the red-eyed rat people who were devouring it, it wouldn't even be enough to fill their teeth.

However, the black-haired rat citizen squinted his eyes, looked attentive, and bulging his cheeks. He placed every fried crumb on his back molars and ground it carefully.

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

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

There must be too little food and he couldn't bear to finish it in one go, right?

He was so seriously injured that 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 away from him by the black-haired rat people and returned to him.

But the leaves were also snatched from other people's hands.

In the dungeon, deep in the darkness, in order to survive, there is no right or wrong.

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

Swallowing his saliva, he forced out the burning flames of hunger in his stomach, and redistributed half of the food to the black-haired rat people.

"Eat, uncle."

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

The black-haired rat citizen was slightly startled.

It seems that he didn't expect that the young man could control his strong appetite and know how to reciprocate a favor.

The black eyes that stared at the young man also emitted a softer light.

He was not polite to the young man.

But it didn't speed up.

Still grinding it carefully, he calmly swallowed every bit of energy contained in the fried mandala fruit and transported it directly to the cells that need the most energy.

The two finished sharing a datura fruit.

The black-haired ratman huddled deep into the sewage in the corner again.

This time he curled up deeper.

Like a dragon dormant in the abyss.

Only half of his head and nostrils were exposed above the water.

His eyes solidified again.

Breathing and heartbeat also gradually slowed down, almost stagnating.

The body temperature continues to drop until it is at the same level as the surrounding environment.

He became a "dead corpse" again.

The leaves are really eye-opening.

If he hadn't really eaten only half of the fried mandala fruit and his stomach was still growling with hunger, he would have doubted whether the "resurrection" of the black-haired rat people was a figment of his own imagination while he was on the verge of death.

hallucination.

The boy's curiosity was extremely strong.

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

The occasional glances he cast were also full of hatred and contempt.

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

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

In this case, Ye Zi simply broke the jar and sat down next to the black-haired rat citizen disguised as a corpse.

The young man followed the other's example and curled up most of his body into the sewage.

"Uncle——"

Ye Zi's face was facing the corner, his eyes were moving around, one eye was staring at the situation behind him, and the other eye was looking at the black-haired rat people.

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

Although Turan people do not have the concept of "medicine".

But witch doctors, priests and experienced warriors all know that after an injury, try not to get close to dirty things, otherwise, it is likely to fester and bugs will crawl out of it.

The skin of the black-haired rats was torn and bruised.

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

I can't help but marvel at the leaves.

He was just driven by curiosity and asked casually.

He doesn't expect the other party to actually answer him.

After all, no one knew him at all, so the other party saw him as pitiful, and sharing half of his food was an act of kindness.

Unexpectedly, after a while, a faint vibration came from deep in Ye Zi's ears and eyes.

"The skin injury is not a problem."

The black-haired rat citizen still explained in the blunt and weird Turan language, "Moreover, the open wound helps me directly draw 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 word that Ye Zi has never heard of and doesn't understand.

This is quite normal.

After all, the world of the rat people is too small and too closed, and most of the seven to eight hundred words they use daily revolve around the mandala tree.

After becoming a prisoner, I realized that there were so many new words in the mouths of the clan masters that they could not understand.

The most common new word that is heard in every gentleman's mouth and seems to be understood by everyone is——

"glory".

Ye Zi once thought that he was very smart, and no matter what he learned, he could understand it with just one point.

But he began to think about it when the mandala flowers bloomed. 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 “glory” actually means.

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

The black-haired rat people who speak with weird accents and know these new words must be very powerful people, right?

"How can you not pant, your heart not beat, so cold and almost without warmth, and pretend to be so like a corpse?"

Seeing that the black-haired ratman had a gentle attitude and had no intention of rejecting him, the young man gathered up his courage and continued to ask.

"I'm not pretending to be dead."

The black-haired rat citizen continued, "I just suspended the normal operation of most of the physiological functions, reduced the energy consumption to the limit, and invested all the precious energy saved in treatment.

"After all, it's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. Without energy, she won't be able to display her great abilities."

This passage is filled with more new words.

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

And, in the encouraging eyes of the black-haired rat citizen, he continued to ask:

"Uncle, it seems that those people can't hear you and treat you as a mute?"

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

The black-haired rat citizen said, "I haven't spoken...the dialect here for a while. Can you understand it? Do you want me to speak slower?"

"I can understand."

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

"you do not know?"

The almost frozen eyes of the black-haired rat citizen turned slightly and looked at Ye Zi strangely, "I sensed signs of cultivating the life magnetic field in your body - if I am not mistaken, you just stirred up the life magnetic field to remove the flesh and blood."

Your body becomes as soft and flexible as rubber, and your arms stretch out several times, just like the trunk of a strange python or a giant elephant, right?"

Ye Zi did not expect that the black-haired rat citizen who seemed half-dead turned out to be the calmest observer in the deepest part of the dungeon.

His very hidden little moves were all clearly seen by him.

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

The black-haired rat citizen pondered for a moment, then changed his approach and asked, "Then, when you turn your flesh and blood body into something like rubber - the sap secreted by the Datura tree, after solidification - it will be so soft

Sometimes, do you feel like there are shining lines inside your body, slowly flowing, rotating, and circulating?"

Ye Zi was shocked.

I didn't expect the black-haired rat people to know everything.

No need to answer at all.

The boy's expression betrayed everything.

"Who taught you this?"

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

Ye Zi didn't hesitate for long.

He is not a great person, and there is no secret about his identity.

Even the gleaming murals in the cave, my brother has learned, and he is usually more powerful than me. Isn't he unable to stop the slap of the bull-headed warrior with the broken horn?

When the black-haired rat people burst out with ferocious flames, they were simply more powerful than the broken-horned bull-headed warriors.

No matter what he wants to do.

At least, you have nothing to lose, right?

"My name is Ye Zi..."

The young man took a deep breath and told everything about his identity, experience and hatred.

Actually it's nothing special.

It is nothing more than a common thing that happened in hundreds of rat villages in Turanze at the beginning of the Age of Glory.

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

But he listened very attentively.

It was like the first time I heard something similar.

Many details are repeated again and again.

There are many concepts that are well known to women and children among the rat people, but Ye Ye needs to explain them in detail.

After all, Ye Zi is an ignorant young man who encountered drastic changes and accumulated a lot of anger, confusion and hatred. He has long wanted to find someone trustworthy to express his feelings happily.

The other red-eyed rat people saw the two of them huddled together in the corner, and the original "dead body" became two. Thinking of the misfortune of Ye Zi howling, they were unwilling to provoke them.

It is very convenient for Ye Ye. It takes a long time to explain everything in detail and clearly.

"I see."

The black-haired rat citizen finally listened and sighed softly, "No wonder you are so 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, "Stay alive, leave here, become stronger in the arena, become stronger than the broken-horned bull-headed warrior, and then avenge your family and everyone in Banshan Village, kill all the bloody people who participated in the massacre of the village that day."

Hoof Warrior!"

After a pause, he lowered his head again, his eyes close to the surface of the sewage, and let his tears fall silently.

"But, it's impossible."

The young man said desperately, "I'm just a little rat citizen. I can't do it. It's impossible for me to avenge everyone."

"Don't cry, raise your head and look into my eyes."
Chapter completed!