Chapter 4810 (Four Thousand Eight Hundred and Ten) Fennang
“What did you say?” asked the gray-handed man.
"I'm just saying... what I was thinking just now is... if the hanging light he mentioned didn't appear... then he should know that I simply... couldn't guess what question he wanted me to ask... ...Then...then there is no need for him to ask me those three questions." The man said.
"Do you still feel sick when you say this?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes, but...but it feels obviously better than before...because...because...the longest finger that was about to touch me suddenly...suddenly bent..." the man said.
"It's bent, so it's far away from you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "The way the fingers are bent is very weird...it's different from normal people's fingers."
"Why is it different?" The gray-handed man asked again.
"The human hand... the bending of the human fingers... can be seen... the feeling of the joints... but the moment the fingers are bent... it seems... as if they have no bones... actually... they are... curled It feels like..." the man said, "After rolling it up... you can't see where the bones are."
"Are you scared when you look at it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I was so sick that I couldn't even show fear..." the man said.
"At that moment... was nausea more obvious than fear?" the gray-handed man asked.
"But I'm still a little lucky..." the man said.
"What are you thankful for?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I'm glad that those curled fingers... didn't... touch me." The man said, "Otherwise... it would have been even more disgusting."
"How did the other party react after hearing what you said?" the gray-handed man asked.
"He said...it's still a little bit...say a little more..." the man said, "and then asked me to speak quickly."
"Have you spoken?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I didn't say anything at first...because it felt like he was going to...use what I said...to do something," the man said.
"How is he?" asked the man with gray hands. "When he saw that I didn't speak, he said... he wanted... to straighten his bent fingers and touch me," the man said.
"Did you just say that?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I... said it."
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I'm just saying... I don't think there is any such thing as hanging mang." The man said.
"Then the fingers straightened?" asked the gray-hand man.
"Not at this time." The man said.
"Then what happened after you said this?" The man with gray hands asked.
"He appeared...he...suddenly a...a spherical thing came out from behind him..." the man said, "when the thing slowly came out from behind him...he...laughed again. "
"What is that?" asked the man with gray hands, "do you know?"
"He said...it was a 'fen sac'." The man replied.
"Did he take the initiative to tell you again?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Yes..." the man said, "He said... a fool like me... said so many words... the fen sac finally came out, and he laughed after saying it."
"Do you know what the Fennang he said is used for?" the gray-handed man asked.
"He told me." The man said, "He smiled and said... Wufen is all in the bag... there will be... there will be something more disgusting to me in a while."
(End of chapter)