Using all his strength, he jumped back hard and jumped back to the corner, next to the corpse with black hair and eyes.

never mind.

As long as I can have one more bite of the fried mandala fruit made by my mother.

Even if you die from the plague, you will be turned into a pile of mud deep in the dungeon.

Nothing matters to him.

Probably due to the severity of the plague, the red-eyed rat people did not dare to step forward to snatch it.

But their eyes became particularly strange.

It's like a good show is about to take place, full of exciting expectations.

"Look, another idiot 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 a muscle for a whole day!"

"I don't move, I don't take a breath, my heart doesn't even beat!"

"No, wasn't it the same as before? He must still be alive!"

"No way, come on, what are you betting on?"

"I bet on a fried datura fruit!"

"Two, I bet two!"

The red-eyed rat people are gearing up and are in high spirits.

Ye Zi couldn't understand what they were talking about.

I only heard the word "gambling".

And he discovered that these guys with malicious intentions were looking over his shoulders and converging behind him in the dark corner.

Their eyes were exactly the same as those of the Bloodhoof warriors who bet on whether the Ratfolk prisoners could successfully cross the Buffalo River.

Behind Ye Ye, it was still as dead as a tomb.

But the shining little person inside him clearly felt the extremely weak ripples rippling in the sewage.

All the flashing lines and arrows are like a frightened rabbit that has encountered a beast, curled up in a ball, and shivering.

The leaves haven't reacted yet.

He was knocked to the ground by a strange force behind him.

It's that horrible corpse!

No, this ugly guy with black hair, black eyes, bruises all over his body, is not dead yet!

The arms looked as thin as burnt branches, but their strength was frightening. With only one hand, he controlled half of Ye Zi's body.

The heart that was as silent as a rock just now is now like a war drum beating crazily, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, vibrating Ye Zi's heart.

The skin, which was as cold as a lizard before, is also rolling with heat like magma.

Those black eyes that looked like a starless night, without any ripples or glimmers, were like a volcano erupting, spewing out light enough to burn everything.

Ye Zi felt that the black-haired rat people in front of him were more terrifying than the broken-horned bull-headed warriors who had entered "Totem Madness".

The gap between the two sides is too big.

The fried mandala fruit that Ye Zi worked so hard to get was snatched away by the black-haired rat people in an instant.

Many onlookers had long expected this scene.

But he still laughed and was so happy.

They applauded and cheered loudly for the black-haired rat people's camouflage skills and instant burst ability.

"Sure enough, he's not dead yet!"

"He really can't die even if he wants to die!"

"If you eat this fried mandala fruit, I bet this mute can live for another three days!"

"Three days? Then you will definitely lose. He can live for at least five more days. I bet on five days!"

"If another stupid boy comes and puts the Datura fruit to his mouth, he will be able to survive even ten days. Even if we all die, he may not die!"
Chapter completed!