Chapter 5191 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Ninety) Biting the Tongue
"I just feel that I shouldn't think about certain things, but I can't do it..." The man said, "If I do some resistance...for... ...It is considered resistance, not confrontation... If doing some resistance can stop me from thinking about the problem from the perspective of the blue-armored person... then I may feel more normal... I just want to be normal and don't want to be like myself. It’s not new anymore, but I still feel embarrassed.”
The man with gray hands continued to ask the man: "What happened to you after you felt your teeth reappear?"
"I'm still sad," the man said. "It's painful to be cold, painful to be... that kind of darkness.... In addition, I'm also suffering from the sudden loss of my teeth. I still don't want to... …I don’t want to…just stay in that dark and cold place…just stay like that.”
The man with gray hands asked: "You just said that your tongue is not under your control, right?"
"Yes." The man said.
"But you did say those two words about teeth just now when you felt that you had no teeth, right?" The man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"How can a person speak normally if he can't even control his own tongue?" asked the man with gray hands.
The man was stunned when he heard this, and said: "Yes... why... oh... I understand."
"Understand what?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It seems... it seems that my tongue is not affected when I speak." The person said, "But... when I tried to lick my teeth with my tongue... I wanted to see if biting my tongue can kill myself, my tongue... just... will be affected."
"When you speak, can you control your tongue again?" the man with gray hands asked.
"It seems... it seems to be true." The man said, "I don't understand why... but... that world is like that... there are many things that I can't understand."
The man with gray hands asked again: "From the beginning to the end, when you spoke, your tongue never appeared to be out of your control?"
"Yes, I really didn't show up." The man replied. The man with gray hands asked: "But you feel that when you lose your teeth, it affects your speech?"
The man said: "Actually... it doesn't fundamentally affect my speech, because... I just let my words slip through the cracks during that time..."
The gray-handed man said, "Did you say anything else next?"
"I told you," the man said, "I asked... how can I run out or die."
"Is it because you don't want to stay there anymore and can't bear the pain?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I also asked who could give me a way... and asked them to say... something."
"When you said this, did you think you would get a response this time?" the gray-hand man asked.
The man said: "It shouldn't be possible, but...but even so, I have to ask...because I still can't move normally."
"You still can't bow your head at this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes... I am still bound by iron shackles." The man said.
"Have you tried to get rid of it?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I've been trying," the man said, "I'm... struggling... but it doesn't... work at all."
(End of chapter)