The hand that had locked onto Su'er's skull like five steel nails in the one-sided fight finally moved, twisting Su'er's face towards the Werebeast.
"Think about it carefully, Monkey, I seem to have some impression of a face like yours?" The white-haired Werebeast was not disturbed by Su'er's plan at all. He still looked at Su'er's face calmly and slowly, even deliberately moving his hand left and right to see it more clearly and carefully, as if he were moving a stiff puppet, holding nothing but a broken toy.
The hood that had originally covered his head had long been thrown off in the violent movement just now, and Su'er's platinum-colored hair was scattered directly. The scar extending from his brow bone to his forehead was also exposed, which made the Werebeast more certain of something.
"Sure enough, it shouldn't be wrong," the white-haired Werebeast said with more certainty, sniffing his nose. "We should have met three years ago, right? I have some impression of this smell... and the scar on your head should be left by Tama back then."
"Ah, that child complained to me for a long time back then," the Werebeast's words were obviously a relaxed tone from the bottom of his heart as he recalled something warm, but the Werebeast's words did not warm Su'er's ears at all.
The wound that had long been healed should not have caused any pain, but at this moment, it was as if it was actually aching, bringing Su'er back to the nightmare three years ago, and the claws that scraped off his skin with a piercing scream.
High fever and coma, all he could see for several months was darkness, and Su'er even thought he was going to lose that eye forever.
His already heavy breathing suddenly became rapid, and Su'er's abrupt change undoubtedly could not escape the Werebeast's keen senses.
"Really? You remembered it too?" the white-haired Werebeast said softly, bringing Su'er closer to him. "Although I don't know what you said just now, and I don't understand the monkey language, but I have seen it... your idea of sacrificing for your tribe... have you calmed down now?"
*After the initial impulse.*
This was the second half of the sentence that the Werebeast did not finish.
After the momentary impulse of blood, what would be left was only waves of fear and an inconsolable sense of emptiness, just as it is difficult for a person who failed in suicide to deliberately commit suicide again.
The white-haired Werebeast knew it all; he knew this feeling deeply, just as he had experienced it personally.
"I can see every muscle change, pupil contraction, heartbeat, and even blood flow clearly." The wolf-like Werebeast deliberately whispered in Su'er's ear, as if two close friends were whispering to each other, and continued: "...So you have calmed down, right? Monkey, can you tell me which race you are obeying? What do you want to do by sneaking into the Werebeast's area?" After saying that, the white-haired Werebeast even relaxed his palm considerately, allowing Su'er's head to be free for a moment, not afraid that Su'er would take the opportunity to bite off his tongue—he was so confident. But in fact, Su'er did give up such an idea. Just after the Werebeast expressed his doubts. He lost. Completely. The plan to provoke this Werebeast to kill him in anger and keep the secret was completely seen through, and he seemed to have misunderstood something incredible... huh? Isn't he a mind reader? If that's the case, why did you ask such a question? Why are you still waiting for my answer here?
Shouldn't you have 'heard' my answer the next second after asking the question, and then disposed of me who had lost my function?
Having gotten rid of the panic and helplessness when he first learned about the existence of the foul skill of mind reading, and following the fear, he also burst out with excessive emotions. At this moment, Su'er keenly realized a fact—the white-haired Werebeast might be lying to him.
And this question was answered the next second. The evidence was that the Werebeast who was holding him did not twist his head when a very outrageous idea flashed through his mind.
In just less than two seconds, Su'er's mind was thinking like an electric current and came to such a conclusion. Although his wisdom was not as good as a genius like Riku, it was enough for this time.
He couldn't die, and not only couldn't die here, he had to dispel the doubts of the Werebeast in front of him, because the Werebeast had already thought about the direction of human survival in the surrounding area and it would have a devastating impact.
It was as if a rekindled fire burned Su'er's already exhausted body.
Yes, no one would be idle enough to pour water into the ant hole every day to drown the ants, but what if this ant had a tool that could threaten human survival?
There was no doubt that it would be a life-and-death war, and the result of the war was completely guessable—the demise of Su'er's colony.
Unless there was a shortage of food, the Werebeasts really didn't care what humans, who they saw as monkeys, did every day. But if such monkeys began to serve other races, transmit information, etc., it would be different, which meant that they would change from monkeys that posed no threat to enemies that needed to be wiped out in advance.
This was contrary to the creed that Riku proposed five years ago, and that everyone in the entire settlement had always adhered to, at a huge cost—[Humans do not exist, cannot exist, so they will not be sensed, human resistance is not allowed at all, and they have to become prey to be hunted, they cannot resist, because there is no threat, even if they fight back a little and win a slight victory, it is meaningless]. Those sacrifices that had been made must not be wasted. So, this was a world that only Su'er could save. Everyone's world.
"Uh cough! Cough cough cough!" He wanted to say something, but he was choked by saliva and started coughing violently. Looking at this very patient Werebeast who was even waiting for him to finish coughing, Su'er slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Listen, cough, okey?" Su'er's mouth was hung with an undisguised mocking smile, which was absolutely true and sincere, without any lies. "What other race needs the service of beasts like us?"
Su'er looked up, carelessly deprecating himself, but could only see the eternally unchanging crimson moon and the blood-red sky.
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