Chapter 5187 (five thousand one hundred and eighty-seven) summons
"Isn't this still the function of the iron shackles?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The effect...may be caused by the iron shackles." The man said, "But the iron shackles are different from ordinary iron shackles. It is not...not that it itself blocks my movement...as simple as that."
"What does that mean?" asked the gray-hand man.
"It means...even if the iron shackles are...big...so big that my hands and feet can...come out of the iron shackles at will, I...can't really take my hands and feet out of the iron shackles." ...because...because my arms and legs...cannot move at all. It is...because they are controlled by some kind of force, not because the iron shackles themselves are blocking me...that causes me to move. No way." The man said, "I don't know if I... explained... clearly."
"I understand what you mean." The man said.
"How did you feel at that time?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Life is worse than death." The man said.
"Do you regret what you said before?" The man with gray hands asked.
"I don't regret it." The man said, "I think...the iron shackles were not caused by...what I said. Even...even if I didn't say those words...the iron shackles...will still appear...sooner or later. "
The man with gray hands asked, "What did you say?"
"I just said...if I can't run, I will die." The man said.
"Have you tried it?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I tried it," the man said.
"How?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I...I want to bite my tongue...and commit suicide." The man said. "Can you really commit suicide by biting your tongue?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I...I don't know...so I want to give it a try." The man said, "I have heard of biting one's tongue before...this idea...under the current situation, I...have not found any other method for the time being. ...I have no choice but to try this...actually, I don’t know if I can actually commit suicide.”
The gray-handed man asked: "What happened next?"
"I was surprised to find that... at that moment... my tongue couldn't lick my... teeth!" the man said.
"Why can't I lick it?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because... because the tongue... no longer obeys me." The man said.
"Can't you stick out your tongue?" asked the Gray Hand.
"I can't control it at all... I can't control where my tongue is in my mouth." The man said, "Even my tongue... doesn't listen to me anymore."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Did you do anything else at this time?"
"I...I tried to move my arms and legs again...I still can't move." The man said, "I...I wish I had some...torture instrument on my neck, so...maybe...I can still do something ... committed suicide with the torture instrument on his neck, but... I looked out of the corner of my eye... and there was nothing on my neck. In fact... the thought of committing suicide with the Shanxi merchant's torture instrument was... whimsical. . Under such circumstances...it seems...that I can't actually do it."
The man with gray hands asked: "What happened to you next?"
"I asked those people again, why... I couldn't even die." The man said, "I said my tongue couldn't lick... my teeth."
(End of chapter)