Chapter 4390 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety) More Like
The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face asked again: "Where are those blue-armored people?"
"Close your eyes," he replied.
"Look, are they still alive?" the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face asked again.
"Should..." He thought for a moment, and he was a little worried about guessing wrong.
"What should it be?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
"I see... they have closed their eyes... and their faces..." he said as he thought.
"How?" the other party continued to ask.
"I feel like they might be dead," he replied.
"That's right." said the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face, "did you pay attention to their eyes before they closed their eyes?"
"I...I'm watching." He replied.
The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face asked: "In which direction are their eyes looking?"
"Affected by the wind... it seems..." he said, "The wind blows... whichever direction you face, your eyes will look in that direction."
The other party said: "Did you see the eyes move on their own?"
"What I see... is..." he said hesitantly, "It hasn't been moved."
"Do you think they are more like people who have lived or who have never lived?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
He remembered what the other party had said to him before, "Did you tell me the opposite?" and "I'm telling you, the weedy blue-armored man in your mouth is alive at this moment," and he said, "It's more like he has lived."
"Compared to those blue-armored men you've seen?" the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face asked again.
He still felt that these blue-armored people were more like people who had never lived. After all, they couldn't even move their eyes. They just bent with the wind, and then their skin turned yellow and they closed their eyes. But he thought the other party would want to hear his answer. These weedy blue-armored people looked more like living beings than the blue-armored people he had seen.
He then said: "You should think that these are more like living beings than the blue-armored people I have seen." The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face asked: "What do you think?"
"It's up to you." said the person who said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me."
"Obey me?" said the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face, "Do you think I'm letting you see this just to make you listen to me?"
"If you put it that way, it should be... no." He replied.
"I just want you to think carefully." The man with a handful of weeds painted on the left face said.
"I... thought about it," he replied.
"What did you think about?" the other party asked.
"The lives of those weedy blue-armored people...were just like weeds." He replied, "later they turned into withered grass."
"Some people regard the lives of blue-armored people as weeds. This is a disregard for life. Those weeds may turn into withered grass in an instant." He replied, "There is cruelty behind this."
"Yes," he agreed.
"Do you think I'm just talking about those blue-armored people with weeds?" asked the head with a handful of weeds painted on the left side of his face.
"No," he said.
"Who else is included?" The head with a handful of weeds painted on the left face asked again.
"What you are talking about...should...should also include those blue-armored people I have seen." He speculated on the other party's meaning and said.
"What do you think?" the other party asked.
(End of chapter)