Chapter 4768 (four thousand seven hundred and sixty-eight) Open your mouth
"I didn't say anything." The man said.
"Did you feel any regret at that time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I felt a little regretful at first...it seemed...it seemed like it made it easier for him to attack me again. I don't know what happened. It seemed that no matter what I chose...it seemed like it would become easier for him to attack me." The man said, "When I think about this, I feel... I don't have to regret it so much. Anyway... anyway, he always has a way to make things... worse for me."
The man with gray hands asked again: "If you don't speak, what happened to him?"
"He forced me to speak." The man said, "He asked me if I thought this... was worth it."
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I answered," said the man, "I said it wasn't worth it."
"What happened after he heard this?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said...since I said it wasn't worth it, then he...he would...continue to make it difficult for me to open my mouth," the man said.
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I asked him what would happen to Gumo..." the man said.
"Do you think he gave you a chance to regret it?" the man with gray hands asked.
"It's true... I didn't think so just because of this, but... I also thought about whether... if there was such an opportunity, so... I asked." The person said.
"Did he answer your question directly?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Answered directly." The person said, "He said... Since that's the case, Gu Mo's situation will naturally become the same... as before when I had difficulty opening my mouth."
"Then you agree to let him make it difficult to open your mouth again?" The man with gray hands asked again.
"I didn't agree immediately." The man said, "I...I asked him...if then he...can't use those solid particles to torture me...to make me feel more painful."
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands. "With a mocking look on his face, he asked me...asked me if I was particularly afraid of him." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I said... I was... I was afraid of being tortured even more painfully." The man said.
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He asked me again whether... I'm afraid of him." The man said.
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I said...as long as he...he doesn't torture me more severely, I...I'm not afraid of him." The man said.
"Is this what you're saying?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Actually... I felt a little guilty when I spoke. I don't know... I don't know why." The man said, "Obviously if he didn't torture me... more severely... I shouldn't have... There is a hint of fear, but...but I don't know why...I still feel...not so at ease."
The man with gray hands asked: "What happened to him after you said this?"
"He said... let me speak my mind." The man said.
"Does he know that you have a hint of fear in your heart?" The man with gray hands asked.
"Maybe... maybe, but... but actually... in general, I can't say I'm afraid of him." The man said, "Although he is not an ordinary person."
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I...I just told him that what I just said was from my heart." The man said.
"Does he believe it?" asked the man with gray hands.
(End of chapter)