Ye's heart was as hot as if it was soaked in oil.
But his brain felt like it was filled with ice cubes. It was painful but calm.
The shining figures on the wall paintings in the caves seemed to be jumping around in front of his eyes, giving him advice.
Soon, these shining figures gathered into his brother's appearance.
"Ye, we are rat people. Our strength is not as strong as the clan warriors."
His brother said, "Moreover, even if we train to be a hundred times stronger, how many clan warriors can we defeat? Five, ten, or twenty?
"Unable to use the power of the totem, the power of the flesh and blood body is limited.
"But as long as we learn to use our brains, the power of wisdom is unlimited."
His brother was right.
Ye crawled in the putrid sewage, quietly observing and thinking.
He remembered a dangerous game that teenagers often played when he was in the Half Mountain Village.
Every time a mandala tree bore fruit, there would always be a fruit that was especially plump, sweet, and juicy.
Moreover, it looked golden and beautiful.
This kind of "Golden Fruit" usually grew at the top of the tree crown.
The teenagers liked to rush to the top of the tree crown at the same time to see who could pick the Golden Fruit first.
Ye was always the winner of this game.
But his secret was not how fast he was, how agile he was, or how strong he was.
Although there was no proverb in the Turan people, "The tallest tree in the forest is the first to be destroyed by the wind," Leaf knew that if he was particularly eye-catching at the beginning, others would target him, push him, pull him, and grab his ankles tightly when he was climbing.
Think calmly and observe carefully.
These two things were always more important than speed and strength.
Soon, the chaotic scene in front of him gradually became clear in Ye's eyes.
That's right, almost all the red-eyed rat people were bigger than him, and they seemed to be proficient in all kinds of killing techniques.
Because of this, they didn't take Ye seriously at all.
They were still staring at each other.
Among the newcomers, there was also the most muscular and dangerous person with the strongest murderous aura.
In order to fight for the fried mandala fruit, they all howled like wild beasts and hugged each other tightly.
Because the space was too small, there was no room for them to use their skills. They could only use the most simple and violent methods, such as scratching, kicking, and biting each other.
Bitten until the head bled, bitten until the tendons and bones were broken, and bitten until the intestines and stomach were rotten.
Although their combat power could not be compared to the Bloodhoof Warriors.
However, the murderous aura that came from the deepest part of the darkness was even stronger.
Ye saw that a few big guys were surrounded by four or five rat people. Soon, they were bitten black and blue all over and out of the competition.
Then, he saw a few rat people with scars on their bodies and an especially cold aura successfully grab a few fried Datura fruits.
They carefully retreated to a corner and squatted down against the wall. While devouring, they were vigilant of their surroundings. For the time being, they would not join in the fight.
He also saw several fried datura fruits falling into the sewage and being fished out by more than seventy to eighty claws. However, they floated in the sewage, spinning around, and were not fished out for a long time.
Fighting for the deep-fried Datura Fruit was a thankless and foolish thing. Ye was not going to do it!
He patiently observed the entire cage. Finally, he locked onto his target.
They were two rat people of similar stature, and they were evenly matched in strength.
One of them had already grabbed a deep-fried Datura Fruit in his hand and was desperately sending it to his mouth.
The other person, on the other hand, grabbed his wrist tightly and pressed his hard forehead against his mouth, trying to snatch the deep-fried Datura fruit from him.
They were like conjoined twins that could not be separated.
They had to confront each other until both sides were injured.
"That\'s them."
Ye narrowed his eyes and quietly snuck through the sewage.
The glittering little person in his mind turned into flashing lines and arrowheads that ran amok inside his body.
Unknowingly, they were changing his flesh and bones.
Something unbelievable happened.
Ye\'s bones seemed to have completely melted, and his entire body became extremely soft.
All of the rat people were huddled together like a solid mountain of meat.
In the mountain of meat, there were punches and kicks, knees and teeth colliding.
Ye easily squeezed through the gaps between the people.
Even if his vital parts were hit by the seemingly fierce elbows and knees.
His vital parts would also cave inwards out of reflex at the critical moment.
Just like that, Ye stretched out freely and sneaked to the side of the two rat people who were facing each other.
He reached out from under the sewage.
His arm seemed to have no joints, and it quickly exceeded the limit of its length.
It was even like a real python, making three to five turns and bending to an angle that no one expected.
The surroundings were extremely chaotic. Everyone\'s attention was focused on the deep-fried Datura Fruit and each other\'s burning red eyes.
No one noticed that this ordinary-looking little guy was actually fishing in troubled waters.
"Now\'s the time!"
Ye suddenly widened his eyes and lowered his shoulders. From the sewage, he fiercely slammed towards the legs of the red-eyed rat person who was holding on to the deep-fried Datura Fruit.
This red-eyed rat person did not expect someone to sneak attack in the sewage. He was caught off guard and fell backward.
He was still reluctant to let go.
But the "old enemy" on the other side had already pounced.
More red-eyed rat people rushed to be the first, layer by layer, and pressed the two of them at the bottom.
But they all pounced on nothing.
Just at the moment this red-eyed rat person finally let go.
Ye\'s right arm, which was even longer than an elephant\'s nose, extended by another half an arm, and just happened to grab the deep-fried Datura Fruit!
"Got it!"
Ye was wild with joy.
He hurriedly let the flashing lines and arrows in his body flow in the opposite direction, trying to retract his arm.
But —
His "ability" was, after all, a beginner with no one to teach it, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn\'t.
His stomach was rumbling with hunger, and he was covered in wounds, which seriously affected his performance.
Although he successfully retracted his arm.
His speed was a little slower.
If the other red-eyed rat people found out —
"This kid got the food!"
The dozens of red-eyed rats who did not manage to snatch any food turned their hungry and angry gazes towards Leaf.
Although the others also had unfinished deep-fried Datura Fruit in their hands.
However, this little guy was obviously the easiest target to make a move on.
Ye\'s heart sank to the bottom.
He held the deep-fried Datura Fruit, greedily buried his head in it, and took a deep breath.
His chubby mother appeared in front of him again, holding a large basket of deep-fried Datura Fruit strips, looking at him with a smile.
"Eat, Ye," his mother said with a smile.
"Eat, Ye," his brother said with a smile.
"Oh, the fried Datura Fruit Strips made by Mother Yezi are getting more and more delicious!" An Jia, whose cheeks were bulging with food, said vaguely with his big round eyes, his words were unclear.
Ye made up his mind.
With all his strength, he jumped back to the corner, next to the black-haired and black-eyed corpse.
It didn\'t matter.
As long as he could take another bite of the deep-fried Datura Fruit made by his mother.
Even if he died of the plague and became a pile of mud in the depths of the dungeon.
He had everything. It didn\'t matter.
The red-eyed rat people did not dare to go forward to snatch it, probably because of the severity of the plague.
But the look in their eyes became extremely strange.
They were full of excitement and expectation, as if a good show was about to begin.
"Look, another fool has taken the bait!"
"Now we can finally know whether he is dead or not!"
"I bet he must be dead. He hasn\'t moved for a whole day!"
"He didn\'t move, he didn\'t breathe, and even his heart stopped beating!"
"No, wasn\'t it the same the previous times? He must be alive! "
"It\'s impossible. Come on, what do you want to bet?"
"I bet a deep-fried Datura Fruit!"
"Two, I bet two!"
The red-eyed rat people rubbed their fists and were in high spirits.
Ye didn\'t understand what they were talking about.
He only heard the word\ 'bet\'.
Moreover, he discovered that the gazes of these fellows, who harbored ill intentions, were all focused on the dark corner behind him.
Their eyes were exactly the same as those of the Blood-hoof Warriors who bet on whether the rat people could successfully cross the Bison River.
Behind Ye, it was still as silent as a grave.
However, the glittering little person in his body clearly sensed the extremely weak ripples in the dirty water.
All the flashing lines and arrows were like frightened rabbits that had encountered a fierce beast. They curled up into a ball and shivered.
Ye hadn\'t reacted yet.
He was knocked to the ground by a strange force behind him.
It was that horrifying corpse!
No, this black-haired, black-eyed, bruised, ugly guy was still alive!
The arm looked like a burnt branch, but it was terrifyingly strong. With only one hand, it was able to control half of Leaf's body.
His heart, which had been silent like a rock, was now beating wildly like a war drum. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.
His skin, which had previously been as cold as a lizard's, was now boiling with magma-like heat.
That pair of black eyes that seemed to be without the slightest ripple or glimmer in the starless night seemed to have erupted like a volcano, spewing out light that could incinerate everything.
This made Leaf feel that the black-haired Rat Man in front of him was even more terrifying than the Minotaur Warrior with a broken horn who had gone into "Totem Frenzy".
The difference between the two was too great.
The deep-fried Datura Fruit that Ye had painstakingly gathered was instantly snatched away by the black-haired rat man.
Many of the onlookers had expected this to happen.
However, he still laughed heartily and was overjoyed.
They applauded and cheered loudly for the black-haired rat man's disguise technique and instantaneous explosive power.
"He's really not dead yet!"
"He really can't die even if he wants to!"
"After eating this deep-fried datura fruit, I bet this mute can live for another three days!"
"Three days? Then you will lose for sure. He can live for at least another five days. I bet five days! "
"If another idiot comes and puts the Datura Fruit in his mouth, he can even live for ten days. Even if all of us die, he might not die!"
"This guy is really interesting, really interesting!"
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