The black-haired rat man also started to eat his fried datura fruit.
Don't be fooled by his ugly appearance.
His table manners were very gentle. He chewed carefully and swallowed very slowly.
There were only two small pieces of his food. Ye swallowed it in two mouthfuls.
Those red-eyed rat men who were wolfing down the food would not even be enough to fill their teeth.
The black-haired rat man squinted his eyes and looked focused. His cheeks bulged as he ground every fried crumb on his molars.
It was as if he was squeezing out the smallest energy and elements hidden in the deepest part of the datura fruit.
Ye inadvertently glanced at the black-haired rat man's table manners and felt a little embarrassed.
It must be because there was too little food and he couldn't bear to finish it in one go.
He was so seriously injured. These two small pieces of food were definitely not enough to recover. He would still starve to death.
Ye couldn't bear it.
Although this datura fruit was snatched from his hands by the black-haired rat man and returned to him.
But Ye also snatched it from someone else.
In the depths of the darkness in the dungeon, there was no right or wrong in order to survive.
Ye thought about it and divided the remaining food on his side evenly into two halves.
He swallowed his saliva and forcibly extinguished the flames of hunger in his stomach. He divided half of the food again to the black-haired rat man.
"Eat, uncle."
Ye used his thin body to block the other red-eyed rat men's sight and whispered, "We have to hurry. Otherwise, when others finish eating, they will definitely come to snatch it from us."
The black-haired rat man was slightly stunned.
As if he didn't expect the young man to be able to restrain his strong appetite and understand the principle of returning a favor.
The black eyes staring at the young man also emitted a softer light.
He didn't stand on ceremony with the young man.
But he didn't speed up.
He continued to grind the fruit carefully. Unhurriedly, he swallowed every bit of energy contained in the deep-fried Devil's Snare Fruit and delivered it to the cells that needed energy the most.
The two of them finished sharing a datura fruit.
The black-haired rat man curled up in the depths of the dirty water in the corner again.
This time he curled up even deeper.
Like a dragon hibernating in the abyss.
Only half of his head and nostrils were exposed above the water.
His eyes froze again.
His breathing and heartbeat gradually slowed down and almost stopped.
His body temperature continued to drop until it was at the same level as his surroundings.
He turned back into a 'corpse'.
Ye's horizons were really broadened.
If it weren't for the fact that he had only eaten half of the deep-fried Mandala Fruit, and his stomach was still rumbling in hunger, he would've suspected that the resurrection of the black-haired rat folk was a hallucination that he came up with while he was on the verge of death.
The youth's curiosity was exuberant.
He turned around to look at the other red-eyed rats. They were all avoiding Leaf like she was the plague.
The occasional glances they cast at him were also filled with hatred and disdain.
"They all heard me crying and saw the tear stains on my face."
Ye sighed in his heart, "It seems that I will never be accepted by these guys."
Since that was the case, Ye decided to just throw in the towel and sat down close to the black-haired rat man who was pretending to be a corpse.
The young man imitated the other party and curled up most of his body in the dirty water.
"Uncle —"
Leaf's face was facing the corner of the wall, and her eyes were darting around. One of her eyes was staring at the situation behind her, and the other was observing the black-haired rat man.
He asked softly, "Is your injury alright?"
Although the people of Turan did not have the concept of "medicine".
Witch doctors, priests, and experienced warriors all knew that after an injury, the wound should be kept away from dirty things. Otherwise, it was very likely that the wound would fester, and small bugs would crawl out of it.
The black-haired rat man's flesh was torn, and his body was covered with cuts and bruises.
However, he had soaked all of his wounds in the dirty water, but there were no signs of swelling, festering, or bugs crawling out of it.
Ye could not help but be amazed.
He was only driven by curiosity and asked casually.
He did not expect the rat to answer him.
After all, they did not know each other. The rat pitied him and gave him half of the food. It was already very kind of him.
Unexpectedly, after a while, Leaf heard a faint vibration deep in his ears.
"It's just a superficial wound. It's not a big deal."
The black-haired rat man still explained in the stiff and strange Turan language, "Moreover, the open wound helps me absorb precious energy directly from the dirty water to repair the damaged cells deep in the wound, and shorten the treatment time as much as possible."
"Cells".
This was a term that Leaf had never heard of, and did not understand.
That was normal.
After all, the world of the rat people was too small and isolated. Most of the seven to eight hundred words that they used daily revolved around the datura tree.
Only when he became a captive did he realize that there were so many new words that he did not understand from the mouths of the clan masters.
The most commonly heard phrase that every old master uttered, as if everyone understood it, was —
"Glory".
Leaf used to think that he was very smart. No matter what he learned, he could understand it with just a little.
However, since the datura flower bloomed, he began to think about it. He was still thinking about it when the village was destroyed, and he had been thinking about it until now.
He still did not understand what the so-called "glory" meant.
"Cells" and "glory" were new words that he did not understand, but he felt that they were very powerful.
The black-haired rat man with a strange accent and these new words must be a very powerful person, right?
"How can you not be panting, and your heart is not beating? You are so cold that there is almost no temperature. Why do you pretend to be a corpse?"
Seeing that the black-haired rat man's attitude was gentle and did not intend to refuse him, the youth gathered his courage and continued to ask.
"I'm not pretending to be a corpse," the black-haired rat man continued.
The black-haired rat man continued, "I only suspended the normal operation of most of my physiological functions, reduced my energy consumption to the limit, and put all the precious energy I saved into the treatment.
"After all, even the cleverest housewife can't cook without rice. Without energy, no matter how great my abilities are, I can't do anything."
This sentence was filled with even more new words.
But Leaf still managed to understand what the black-haired rat man meant.
Then, under the black-haired rat man's encouraging gaze, he continued to ask.
"Uncle, those people don't seem to be able to hear you. Do they think you're mute?"
"That's right. I used the resonance of my vitality magnetic field to vibrate your eardrums and send my words into your brain," the black-haired rat man said.
The black-haired rat said, "It's been a while since I spoke … the dialect here. Can you understand me? Do you want me to speak slower?"
"I understand," Leaf said.
He paused for a moment before he said, "But there are some words that I don't understand. Life … market. What is that?"
"You don't know?"
The black-haired rat man's eyeballs, which were almost frozen, moved a little and looked at Leaf curiously. "I sensed signs that you are practicing your vitality magnetic field in your body. If I'm not mistaken, just now, by activating your vitality magnetic field, you turned your body as soft and flexible as rubber. You extended your arms a few times, and they almost looked like the trunk of a boa or an elephant, right?"
Leaf did not expect that the seemingly half-dead, black-haired rat man was the calmest observer in the deepest part of the prison.
He could see all the small movements he made, which he was incredibly good at hiding.
"If you don't know about vitality magnetic fields …"
The black-haired rat pondered for a moment and asked in a different way, "Then, when your body of flesh and blood becomes as soft as rubber — the stuff that has been solidified by the sap of the Devil's Snare Tree — do you feel that there are glittering lines flowing, rotating, and circulating inside your body?"
Leaf was shocked.
He did not expect that the black-haired rat man would know everything.
There was no need for him to answer.
The teenager's expression had already betrayed everything.
"Who taught you that?"
The black-haired rat man sized up the teenager and asked with great interest, "What's your name? How did you end up in this stupid place?"
Leaf did not hesitate for a long time.
He wasn't some big shot, and his identity wasn't a secret either.
His older brother had even learned the shining murals in the cave, and he was usually even stronger than him. But he could not even block one slap from the Minotaur Warrior with a broken horn.
When the black-haired rat man erupted with fierceness, he was even stronger than the Minotaur Warrior with a broken horn.
It did not matter what he wanted to do.
At the very least, he had nothing to lose, right?
"My name is Leaf …"
The young man took a deep breath and told him his identity, his experiences, and his hatred in full detail.
In truth, there was nothing special about it.
It was just something that happened in the hundreds of rat man villages in Turanze at the start of the Glory Era. It was something that was common.
The black-haired rat man's hometown should be welcoming "glory", right?
But he listened to him attentively.
It was as if he was hearing about something like this for the first time.
He patiently asked Leaf to repeat many of the details.
Leaf also had to explain in detail the concepts that women and children knew among the rat men.
Leaf was, after all, an ignorant teenager. After the upheaval, he accumulated a stomach full of resentment, confusion, and hatred. He had long wanted to find someone he could trust and pour out his heart.
The other red-eyed rats saw the two of them curled up together in the corner. They thought of the bad luck of Ye's wailing, so they didn't want to provoke them.
This made things much easier for Ye. He spent a long time explaining the ins and outs of the matter, no matter how big or small it was.
"I see."
The black-haired rat man finally finished listening and sighed softly, "No wonder you are heartbroken. It is as if this fried Datura fruit is the most important thing in your life.
"Tell me, Leaf, what do you want to do next?"
"Of course I want to live."
Leaf said without hesitation, "Live, leave this place, become stronger in the arena, become stronger than the Minotaur Warrior with a broken horn, and then take revenge for my family and everyone in the Half-Mountain Village. Kill all the Bloodhoof Warriors who participated in the massacre that day!"
After a pause, he lowered his head again and pressed his eyes against the surface of the dirty water, letting his tears fall silently.
"But, it is impossible."
The teenager said in despair, "I am just a small rat man. I can't do it. I can't take revenge for everyone."
"Don't cry. Raise your head and look into my eyes."
The black-haired rat man's eyes were bright. The voice that poured into the teenager's ears instantly became loud and firm, "Believe me, as long as your determination is strong enough, everything is possible!"
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