Chapter 4694 (four thousand six hundred and ninety-four) questioning
"It's just... that after I said the word 'yes', he... the fangs he used to poke my face retracted... I immediately felt that... my face didn't hurt as much as before. ." the man replied.
"Did he just let you go like this?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I...I thought that was the end...but...but the other party still asked me...to answer him how I...died." The man said.
"Were you still confused at that time?" The Gray-Hand Man asked, "Are you still not sure whether you were dead or alive?"
"Actually... not anymore." The man said, "At that time... I was already... somewhat determined not to think that I was dead."
"Did you tell him that you didn't think you were dead?" the man with gray hands asked.
The man said: "I didn't say anything."
"Don't you dare say it?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I don't dare to say that casually." The man said, "But it's not because he is a man in blue armor." He added this habitually.
"Are you feeling ashamed at this time?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I no longer feel as embarrassed as I did before... because there was a more embarrassing situation before... more embarrassing than this... more embarrassing than this, I feel... at this moment... I dare not say it at this moment... it seems... it seems It’s nothing.” the man replied.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Then how did you answer him?"
"I just told him that I didn't know either." The man replied.
"Did the other party continue to ask questions?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's not like...asking anymore." The man said, "But...but he definitely didn't...let me go immediately."
"What did the other party say about you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The other party just said that I... said that I... didn't know how I died... and asked me... asked me why my heart is black," the man said. "Are you angry when he said such words?" The man with gray hands asked.
"I still didn't care," the man said.
"Did you want to refute him at that time?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "I...I...didn't."
"Then how did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just told him that I... really don't know." The man replied.
"He asked why your heart is black, and you said you really didn't know?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"You acquiesced to what he said?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Actually, my words are... in response to his previous sentence, which means... I... just... don't know how I died. It's not... an answer to the question of whether my heart is black. Whether it's the previous question or... the latter question, I definitely don't admit it in my heart, but... but I don't dare to refute... then... just... say it like this. "At least...I didn't directly admit that my heart was black."
"You didn't feel ashamed when you said this?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just didn't take it into consideration at the time. Besides... maybe it was because I had said something before... that made me feel even more embarrassed... so... what I'm talking about now... is... it really doesn't matter anymore." man answered.
"After hearing what you said, did the other party let you go?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No," the man said, "You have no intention of letting me go."
(End of chapter)