Chapter 921: Everything is possible!

The black-haired rat man also ate his portion of fried mandala fruit.
Don't look at him as ugly.
The food is very gentle, chewing slowly to the extreme.
His food was only two small pieces, replaced with leaves, and swallowed in two bites.
It's not enough to replace them with the red-eyed rat people who are devouring them.
The black-haired ratman squinted his eyes and looked attentive. With a bulging cheek, he put every fried crumbs on the back teeth for fine grinding.
It's like squeezing out the most subtle energy and elements contained in the deepest part of the mandala fruit.
Ye Zi accidentally caught a glimpse of the black-haired ratman's eating look, a little embarrassed.
There must be too little food, he couldn't bear to finish it all at once, right?
He was so badly injured, so two small piles of food, surely not enough to recover, he would still starve to death.
Ye Zi couldn't bear it.
Although this mandala fruit was snatched from his hand by the black-haired rat man, and then returned to him.
But the leaves were also snatched from others.
In the dungeon, deep in the darkness, in order to survive, there is nothing right or wrong.
Leaf thought for a while, and evenly divided the rest of the food on his side into two halves.
Swallowing saliva and forcibly extinguishing the hungry flames in his stomach, he redistributed half of the food to the black-haired rat people.
"Eat, uncle."
With her thin body, the leaf blocked the sight of the other red-eyed rat people, and whispered, "We have to hurry, otherwise, when others finish eating, they will definitely come to grab us."
The black-haired Ratmin was slightly startled.
It seems that the teenager can restrain his strong appetite and know how to reciprocate the truth.
The black eyes of the staring boy also gave out a softer light.
He was not polite to the boy.
But it did not speed up.
Still grind it finely, without rushing, swallow every part of the energy contained in the fried mandala fruit trickle down, and directly transport it to the cells that need the energy most.
The two shared a mandala fruit.
The black-haired ratman huddled into the depths of the sewage in the corner again.
He curled up deeper this time.
It was like a flood dragon dormant in the abyss.
Only half of his head and nostrils were exposed on the water.
His eyes freeze again.
Breathing and heartbeat also gradually slowed down, almost stagnating.
The body temperature keeps dropping until it is at the same level as the surrounding environment.
He became a "dead body" again.
Leaf is really eye-opening.
If he had only eaten half a deep-fried mandala fruit, and his stomach was so hungry that he "coops", he would almost doubt the "resurrection" of the black-haired rat people, whether he was in a state of dying, he had imagined it. Hallucinations.
The curiosity of the teenager was extremely exuberant.
Looking back at the other red-eyed rat people, they all avoided the leaves like a plague.
The eyes cast from time to time are also full of hatred and contempt.
"They all heard my cry and saw the tears on my face."
Ye Zi sighed in his heart, "It seems that I will never be accepted by these guys."
In that case, the leaf simply broke the jar and sat down next to the black-haired ratman disguised as a corpse.
The young man followed the other side, curling up most of his body in the sewage.
"Uncle—"
Ye Zi's face was directed at the corner, and his eyes rolled steadily, one eye was fixed on the situation behind him, and the other eye was looking at the black-haired rat people.
He asked in a low voice, "Does your injury matter?"
Although the Turan people do not have the concept of "medicine".
But whether witch doctors, priests or experienced warriors know that after being injured, try not to get the wound close to the dirty things, otherwise, it is very likely that it will become suppurated and small insects will crawl out of it.
The black-haired ratmin's skin was battered and bruised all over.
But he soaked all the wounds in sewage, but there was no sign of redness, swelling, pus, or crawling out of bugs.
Ye Ye couldn't help but be surprised.
He was just driven by curiosity and asked casually.
Don't expect the other party to actually answer him.
After all, everyone didn't know him at all. The other party saw him as pitiful, and he could share half of his food, and he had done his best.
Unexpectedly, after a while, there was a weak vibration from the depths of Ye Zi's ears and eyes.
"Skin trauma, don't get in the way."
The black-haired ratman still explained in the blunt and weird Turan language, "Furthermore, the open wound helps me draw precious energy directly 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 Ye has never heard of, nor understood.
This is normal.
After all, the mouse people's world is too small and too closed. Most of the seven or eight hundred vocabulary used in daily use 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 didn't understand.
I hear it most often, every master is hanging in his mouth, as if the new word that everyone understands is—
"glory".
Ye Zi once thought that he was very smart, no matter what he studied, he knew everything.
But since the mandala flower bloomed, he began to ponder, and when the village was destroyed, he was still pondering, and he has been pondering until now.
I still don't understand what the so-called "Glory" actually means.
"Cell" and "Glory" are both new words that he doesn't understand, but he feels very powerful when he hears it.
The black-haired rat people with weird accents who know these new words must also be very good people, right?
"How can you not breathe, your heart is not beating, the coldness is almost no temperature, and you can pretend to be so like a corpse?"
Seeing that the black-haired ratman had a gentle attitude, and didn't mean to refuse him, the young man mustered up his courage and continued to ask.
"I didn't pretend to be a dead body."
The black ratmin continued, "I just suspend the normal operation of most of the physiological functions, reduce the energy consumption to the limit, and put all the precious energy saved into the treatment.
"After all, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, without energy, and unable to display her great abilities."
There are more new words in this passage.
But Ye Zi still barely understood what the black-haired ratman meant.
And, in the encouraging eyes of the black rat people, continue to ask:
"Uncle, those people don't seem to hear you, and they treat you as dumb?"
"Yes, these words are all my use of the resonance of the magnetic field of life to directly oscillate your eardrums and transmit them to your brain."
The black-haired ratman said, "I haven't spoken it for a while...the dialect here, can you understand it, do you want me to speak more 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 almost frozen eyes of the black-haired rat people turned slightly, looking at the leaves a little strangely, "I sensed signs of cultivating the life magnetic field in your body—if I read it right, you just evoked the flesh and blood by stimulating the life magnetic field. Become rubber-soft and stretchable, your arms stretched out several times, like the nose of a weird python or a big elephant, right?"
Ye Ye didn't expect that the black-haired rat people who looked half-dead would turn out to be the most calm observer in the deepest part of the dungeon.
His very concealed little movements were clearly seen by him.
"If you don't know the magnetic field of life..."
The black-haired ratman pondered for a moment, changed his way, and asked, "Then, when you turn your flesh and blood into rubber—the sap from the mandala tree, the solidified thing—so soft, Do you feel like there are shiny lines in your body that are slowly flowing, rotating, and circulating?"
Leaf was taken aback.
Unexpectedly, the black-haired rat people knew everything.
No answer at all.
The expression of the boy has betrayed everything.
"Who taught you this?"
The black-haired ratman looked at the young man up and down, and asked with interest, "What is your name, and why did you fall into this ghost place?"
The leaves did not hesitate for too long.
He is not a great person, and there is no secret of his identity.
Even the shining murals in the cave, my elder brother has also learned, he is usually better than himself, can't he also stop the slap of the samurai with the broken horns?
When the black-haired rat people's fierce flames erupted, they were more powerful than the horned tauren warrior.
No matter what he wants to do.
At least, there is nothing to lose, right?
"My name is Ye Zi..."
The young man took a deep breath and spoke out his identity, experience, and hatred.
Actually nothing special.
It was nothing more than a common occurrence in the hundreds of rat people 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 attentively.
It's like hearing something similar for the first time.
Many details, let the leaves repeat it over and over again.
Many concepts that are well known to women and children among the rat people need to be explained in detail.
After all, Ye Ye was an ignorant young man who suffered drastic changes and accumulated full of resentment, confusion and hatred. He had long wanted to find a trustworthy person and talked happily.
The other red-eyed rat people saw the two of them huddled together in the corner, from the original "dead" to two, thinking of the bad luck of Ye Zi's howling and crying, they were unwilling to provoke them.
It is convenient for Ye Zi, and it takes a long time for the future of the dragon's veins to be in the future, without any details, and to speak clearly.
"That's it."
The black-haired ratman 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 next?"
"Of course I want to live."
Ye Zi said without hesitation, "Be alive, leave here, become stronger in the arena, become stronger than the Bull Head Warrior with Broken Horn, and then avenge his family and everyone in Banshan Village and kill all the blood that participated in the village slaughter that day. Hoof warrior!"
After a pause, he lowered his head again, his eyes pressed against the surface of the sewage, letting tears fall silently.
"However, it's impossible."
The boy desperately said, "I'm just a small rat people. I can't do it. I can't avenge everyone."
"Don't cry, raise your head and look into my eyes."
The black-haired rat-people's eyes were piercing, and the voice that poured into the boy's ears instantly became loud and firm, "Trust me, as long as your determination is strong enough, everything is possible in time, everything is possible!"