Chapter 5216 (five thousand two hundred and sixteen) provocation
"I still want to explain that what you said... does make sense... I just seemed... as if I shouldn't say that everything said by people I can't afford to offend makes sense." The man said.
The gray-hand man understood that this was a habit developed by living in such an environment, and didn't say anything more.
"Don't think too much. Just answer my question. What happened to you next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just asked them if...if they...didn't dare to come out," the man said.
"No one is responding to you, right?" the gray-handed man said.
"Yes." The man said.
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I heard a... sound." The man said.
"What did you say?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Vaguely, it sounds like it's saying... that I'm a ghost." The man said.
"Are you afraid after hearing this?" asked the man with gray hands.
"At first... I was very scared." The man said.
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Then I told...myself...I don't need to be afraid...because I'm...not even afraid of death anymore. Why...are I still afraid of this kind of sound?" the man said.
The Gray Hand asked, "Do you believe what you hear?"
"I don't believe it." The man said.
"Where did the sound come from?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It seems...it seems to be coming from the place where the light was shining before..." the man said.
"Do you think it's those... blue-armored people's voices?" the gray-armed man asked. "It's...not like anything I've heard before." The man said, "But I still think it is."
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because...because it comes from there." The man said, "And I really...can't think of anyone other than the man in blue armor, who else could this voice come from."
"Did you say something?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I... said it." The person said, "I think my words are very likely to... attract the attention of those people... so... maybe someone will pay attention to me. So I said... I am... Ghosts, so are they.”
"Have you caught their attention?" the gray-hand man asked.
"It didn't happen, so...I said something else," the man said.
"What did you say again?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I said again: 'You...are cowards!'" the man said.
"Are you not afraid at all now?" The man with gray hands asked.
"No." The man said, "I...I'm afraid, I've always been afraid..."
"Didn't you just say that later you told yourself that there was no need to be afraid, because you were no longer afraid of death?" The man with gray hands asked.
"That's what I told myself...but...but my fear level is just a little bit lighter...it doesn't mean...I'm not scared anymore." The person said, "Actually...the fear level has become lighter, but it's just a bit lighter. Just a little bit...I told myself...it doesn't make much difference."
"Still scared?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
"When you were so scared, you said such provocative words?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes. This... this doesn't seem... new." The man said, "I think... people... when they are scared... sometimes can say provocative words. Because... sometimes... … Provocation is also… also a sign of fear.”
(End of chapter)