As they laughed, Ye understood everything.
The black-haired rat man was not dead, he was only heavily injured and extremely weak.
If he tried to snatch it openly, he would not be able to get even half a Datura Fruit and would starve to death sooner or later.
Thus, he could only pretend to be dead to deceive new idiots like himself!
— — There must be new idiots who thought he was dead and infected with the plague.
As for these new idiots, if they were lucky enough to snatch the Mandala Fruit but were unable to protect themselves, they would definitely escape to the corner where the black-haired rat people were and try to use the "plague" to dispel the other red-eyed rat people's greed.
But these idiots did not know that the black-haired rat man was not in a "safe zone".
It was a fatal trap!
The black-haired rat man used this method to snatch Datura Fruits one after another even when he was on the verge of death.
As for the other red-eyed rat men, they knew that the black-haired rat man was not dead, so why did they not go up and snatch the fruits?
Naturally, it was because the people of Tulan were addicted to gambling and viewed gambling as more important than anything else.
From a certain point of view, gambling was to have a satisfying battle with the illusory fate.
The game on the gambling table was the same as the battle on the battlefield. They had to rack their brains and use all their strength.
Even if they fell into the deepest part of the black prison.
The rat men still wanted to gamble.
Gamble on whether the black-haired rat man was dead or not.
Gamble on whether there were other idiots like Ye who would fall for it.
Gamble on whether the dying black-haired rat man still had enough strength to snatch the Datura Fruit after the idiot fell for it.
For these red-eyed rat men who could lose their lives at any moment.
Every few days, they would use a Datura Fruit to make a brilliant gamble to fight against the fear and despair of being imprisoned. It was a very worthwhile and necessary thing to do.
Ye, who understood everything, was in despair.
The cruelest thing in the world was not to take away all hope from the very beginning.
Instead, it was to grab onto the last ray of hope, only to watch it slip away right in front of his eyes.
It was impossible.
It was impossible to survive, become stronger, and take revenge.
He had been starving for three days and three nights, during which time he had only eaten a ball of food stuffed into his mouth by a bull-headed warrior with a broken horn.
If he ate this deep-fried Datura Fruit, he would be able to save a bit of strength and fight for the next round of food. He would be able to snatch another two, three, or even more Datura Fruits to increase his strength.
Then he would have a chance to crawl out of the deepest part of the dungeon.
Crawling toward hope.
However, without this deep-fried Devil's Snare Fruit, the hunger that was getting stronger and stronger was destined to devour the last of his strength. It made him look like a rat that was curled up in a corner and not moving at all. Even the redness at the bottom of his eyes dimmed.
The only outcome was to starve to death and rot to death!
In a trance, Yezi seemed to have heard her mother say, "Oh no!" and accidentally spilled a basket full of fried Datura fruit strips on the ground.
It was alright.
The mandala tree would bear fruit three to five times a year.
There was plenty of food.
He couldn't finish it no matter how much he ate.
I'm going to fry another pot right now.
Mom comforted Yezi with a smile.
However, her figure gradually became blurry.
The datura blossomed.
The Devil's Snare Tree that blossomed would never bear fruit again.
Not even a single one.
Even if Yezi could survive the Glory Era and survive enough blood and souls to nourish the roots of the Devil's Snare Tree, so that the thousands of Devil's Snare Trees all over Turanze would bear fruit again and bear many, many Devil's Snare Fruits.
He didn't have a mother anymore.
This was the first time that Ye had been deeply aware of this matter since the fire broke out in his shed.
He realized that his mother would never make fried Devil's Snare Fruit strips for him again.
He no longer had a mother.
The youth finally broke down.
A large ball of tears rolled down his cheeks.
Even though he didn't have a hood to cover his face, he still wailed in front of everyone without caring about anything else.
He cried and pounced on the black-haired rat.
Not to snatch the Devil's Snare Fruit back from the other party.
He just wanted to catch his mother's gradually dissipating and thinning figure.
"Mom —"
Yezi hugged the black-haired rat's thigh and shook it hysterically, shouting, "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom!"
Yezi vented his pain to his heart's content.
And he was ready to receive all the punishments.
Whether it was being kicked away by the black-haired rat, or falling back into the hands of the hungry red-eyed rat.
Or being torn apart by the black-haired rat.
He would definitely do that, right?
No one had seen the black-haired rat's fierce eyes closer than Yezi.
Therefore, no one knew better than Yezi how terrifying the black-haired rat was.
He would definitely be able to give himself a quick death.
Then, soon, he would be able to see his mother. Soon …
Yezi sensed the black-haired rat's muscles stiffening.
The youth smiled and simply closed his eyes to wait for death.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no trace of pain.
The black-haired rat did not kick him away, nor did he tear him apart. Just like that, his muscles stiffened and he let him hug his thigh.
Yezi opened his eyes in confusion.
He looked at the black-haired rat.
In the black-haired rat's black eyes, he saw shock, confusion, and … a little embarrassment?
It was as if the black-haired rat's face was filled with an expression of "What the hell, who is your mother".
After hesitating for a long time, the black-haired rat finally acted.
He still did not kick or tear Yezi apart.
Instead, he sighed, broke off a small piece of the fried datura fruit and returned it to the youth.
"What … what is he doing?"
Yezi was dumbfounded.
In the past three days, he had heard a lot about the Glory Era from the other captives.
In the Glory era, because of the extreme scarcity of food, let alone the Mandala Fruit, even the bark and core of the Mandala Tree became incomparably precious food in the later stages. It was enough to cause people to bleed and even lose their lives for it.
The Red-eyed Rat People's fight for the deep-fried Datura Fruit had already proved this point. In just a short moment of intense fighting, many of the Rat People were covered in wounds, lying face down in the dirty water, twitching non-stop.
Each deep-fried datura fruit represented a hope of survival.
This black-haired rat, who was seriously injured and dying, could only use this method to get a fried datura fruit for a few days.
He could enjoy the spoils of war alone.
Why did he have to share precious hope with him?
Yezi was puzzled.
He did not dare to move at all.
The black-haired rat misunderstood his meaning.
His black eyebrows slightly furrowed, but he did not retract his good intentions. He muttered, broke off a second piece of the fruit, and handed it over.
Yezi did not dare to accept it.
The black-haired rat was so ugly, and had an aura that was even more ferocious than that of the bull-headed warrior with broken horns. Even the glowing figure in Yezi's body was afraid, as if it was reminding Yezi that this was an extremely dangerous monster, and that it was better to stay as far away from him as possible.
Also, did he see the tears on his face?
The people of Turan saw crying as the greatest shame and misfortune.
They even believed that the little bug that could devour courage, create plagues, and bring disaster was hidden in the tears.
The people of Turan could die, they could be defeated, they could be covered in wounds, and they could bleed profusely.
But they could not cry.
If anyone shed a tear in public, they would be a coward.
The one who spread the plague would be a traitor to their ancestors, a trash that would never receive the blessing of the totem.
They would be despised and bullied for the rest of their lives.
The other red-eyed rat's heard Yezi's cry.
They all sucked in a breath of cold air and retreated desperately, as if Yezi had become a monster covered in plagues.
Only the black-haired rat's eyes did not shake off the young man. There was no disdain or disgust in the young man's eyes. Instead, there was a hint of … pity and guilt?
The black-haired rat's hand stretched out for the third time.
This time, he kept the two small pieces of fried datura fruits for himself.
But he returned the remaining half to Yezi.
"Don't cry, eat it."
The black-haired rat's lips did not move.
There was a very weak voice that only Yezi could hear coming from his chest.
Yezi was completely dumbfounded.
He seemed to have heard the red-eyed rat's say that the black-haired rat was a mute?
So he could speak?
However, the voice that came from the black-haired rat's chest was indeed very strange.
In the past few days, Yezi had come into contact with dozens of different accents in the vast land south of Turan Continent from the various captives.
But he had never heard such a stiff Turan language.
It was as if the originally multi-syllable, tongue flicking, smooth and lively words were disassembled into independent syllables, and then jumped out syllable by syllable.
Yezi could not tell which clan this accent belonged to.
But he could hear the kindness of the black-haired rat's voice.
He gathered his courage and looked into the eyes of the black-haired rat's eyes again.
A moment ago, the fierce flames that were like a volcanic eruption had long disappeared without a trace.
The black-haired rat's eyes returned to the depth of the starless night.
But it was completely different from when he was pretending to be dead. Now, in the deepest part of the starless night, Yezi found a glimmer of dawn.
The fragrance of the fried datura fruit once again pierced into his stomach through his nose.
His stomach immediately growled.
Yezi's face turned red. He no longer hesitated. He stretched out his hands and took half of the fried datura fruit from the black-haired rat's hands.
He looked back worriedly.
The black-haired rat saw through his thoughts. He smiled slightly and continued to make a sound that only the young man could hear from his chest.
"It's okay, they won't come to snatch it."
The black-haired rat paused and added. "They won't dare."
For some reason.
This strange man was covered in wounds, on the verge of death, and extremely weak.
But it gave Yezi a great sense of trust.
The young man could finally heave a long sigh of relief. He let down all his guards and carefully took a bite of the fried datura fruit.
It was delicious.
The young man chewed. In a daze, an illusion appeared in front of him again.
It was as if his mother had returned.
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