He swallowed, felt the tip of the vine at the back of his neck press another half centimeter closer, and hurriedly spoke faster.
"As long as we're within this ten-meter radius, the curse on us will be cut off, and that bastard won't be able to control us."
"It's true. I'm not lying!"
"Come over and feel it for yourself, and you'll know."
In the distance, after hearing this, the sinister-looking boy's expression shifted from suspicion to intense uncertainty, then from uncertainty to a struggle that bordered on a breakdown.
He still couldn't bring himself to believe it.
He remained silent for a long time before speaking in a hoarse voice. "I don't believe you."
He gritted his teeth, as though making up his mind about something. "Unless... you curse that bastard out."
"Curse him out?"
The rat-faced man froze, looking a little hesitant.
"Yes. Curse him out."
The sinister-looking boy's tone was decisive. "Right in front of me, curse that bastard out with the vilest words you know."
"If you really aren't being controlled inside that area, you should be able to say them."
"If you don't dare, that means everything you said was a lie."
Hearing this, Yang Yong's lips curled slightly.
He nodded at the rat-faced man.
Then the rat-faced man began.
At first, his voice still carried hesitation and fear, but it soon turned into a hysterical outpouring of feelings that had been suppressed for who knew how long.
He cursed frantically, using utterly vicious language.
The target of his abuse wasn't a human, but a pitch-black being with goat horns on its head that could walk upright.
His voice grew louder and harsher, as though he meant to pour out all the fear, hatred, and humiliation he had accumulated over these past days in one