Chapter 4550 (Four Thousand Five Hundred and Fifty) Burning Face
The man with the gray hand asked: "Do you feel anything in his hand?"
The man replied: "I felt... I felt that both of his hands were... both open... There couldn't be anything in his hands..."
"So were you curious about where the knife went?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right." The man said, "I asked him, asked him...if he had the knife pinned to his clothes...or put it on the ground..."
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He said no," the man said, "and said... and said... that the knife had... already melted."
"Do you believe it after hearing this?" asked the man with gray hands.
"At the time... I didn't really believe it, but... he then told me... how... the knife... was transformed," the man said.
"How?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He said...he used the blue...nails of his other hand to keep touching the knife...and then...then the knife...melted." The man said.
"Do you believe it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't believe it either." The man said, "I said it was impossible."
"How is he?" The man with gray hands asked again.
"He told me that he wanted me to feel... how hot the flesh and blood through the blue nails can... be," the man said.
"How did it make you feel?" the gray-hand man asked.
"He bent all ten fingers...and then...then put the nails on the five fingers on his left hand and the five nails on his right hand...on my...my right face and my left face respectively." "How hot do you feel?" asked the Gray Hand.
"At the beginning...actually...it was just the feeling of an ordinary person's fingernails touching a person's face...but...but then...it got hotter and hotter," the man said.
"How hot was it then?" asked the man with gray hands.
"It burned my face... it was extremely hot." The man said, "I gradually felt like my face could be burned."
"Your face must be hurting, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It doesn't hurt." The man said, "The man who claims to be my father...said...because he...he is my dad...so he has been controlling...because he controls...so I only feel hot... I didn't feel pain... otherwise... my face... would be gone. When he said this... he also said... actually... in his heart... my face... doesn't need to be burned... ...It’s gone a long time ago.”
"What do you think after hearing this?" asked the man with gray hands.
"After hearing this, I was a little... a little angry... but... I didn't dare to say anything." The man said.
"Did the other party say anything else?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I told you." The person said, "The other person told me that if he hadn't been... always controlling... I would have felt hotter... much hotter... so hot that I couldn't stand it... I was so hot that I lost consciousness...and then...from being able to feel the pain...to not being able to feel the pain anymore...my face would...disappear..."
The man with gray hands asked: "How do you feel after hearing this?"
"I'm...very...scared." The man said. When he said this to the gray-hand man, he was still very scared. He clearly remembered how scary the tone of the man who claimed to be his father spoke, and that scary voice was very similar to his father's voice. It made him even more afraid.
"What did you say then?" The man with gray hands asked.
(End of chapter)