Chapter 5193 (five thousand one hundred and ninety-three) wire
The man with gray hands asked: "After you felt that your teeth had grown again, you clearly felt that time had sped up, but didn't you feel that so many days had passed at that time?"
"At that time..." the man said, "I just didn't think that way."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Only when you said that sentence later did you realize that so many days had passed?"
"It seems... right." The person said, "Before... if I had thought about it... I wouldn't have realized it, but... the fact is... I didn't even think about it before."
The man with gray hands asked: "What happened next?"
"Then I continued to ask...asked what was going on. I asked...how many more days would I stay," the man said, "I said...it would be...impossible to stay there forever."
"After you said this, you still didn't receive a response, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes...but after I said what I said...there was a change..." the man said.
"What's next?" the gray-handed man asked, "What's the word?"
"Actually, it's just... those words... I said it again... 'impossible', and then the situation changed." The man said.
"What happened?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I found...the iron shackles were gone." The man said, "But...but a huge thing appeared in front of me."
"What behemoth?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I don't know... I... haven't seen... that thing... it's like the iron on the iron shackles came together... to become... but... it... is definitely not completely... made of iron. "The man said, "It's so hairy... those hairs... look like wires..."
The Gray Hand asked, "What did it do to you?"
"It...it pounced on me." The man said, "It opened its mouth...and was drooling..."
"Isn't it very dark where you are?" the man with gray hands asked. "Yes." The man said.
"Then how do you see what it looks like clearly?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It has... some light on it." The person said, "The color of the light will... change... it's very weird. I can see it... the color of its saliva will change."
"Its saliva?" asked the man with gray hands, "color?"
"Yes... saliva changes color..." the man said, "at first it was brown... then... it became yellow, then brown, then... it became yellow again."
The man with gray hands said: "Actually, it's just two colors that change back and forth?"
"But...but that process...during the process...a variety of colors appeared." The man replied.
"Is it gradual?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes...gradual...but...but when the saliva turns brown and yellow...it stays...longer." The man said, "Its saliva keeps dripping down...if it hadn't been mine. My feet can't touch the ground...if I hadn't been...hanging...I would even...worry that its saliva would reach my feet."
The gray-hand man said: "It drools a lot?"
"A lot." The man said, "It's really a lot...and it's quite sticky...anyway...it's very disgusting."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Did you avoid its saliva?"
"I want to hide...but I can't move." The man said.
"The iron shackles are gone, why can't you move them?" the man with gray hands asked.
(End of chapter)