Chapter 5218 (Five Thousand Two Hundred and Eighteen) Becoming Dumb
The gray-handed man asked: "What next?"
"I just continued to 'provoke' and told them to... kill me. I told them to do it quickly and don't think too much," the man said.
"Still no one responded?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, no one responded...so I asked why you weren't here...I said I couldn't wait any longer," the man said.
The man with gray hands remembered that his voice was already hoarse when he heard the man say this, so he asked: "Did you feel any discomfort when you said this?"
"Discomfort?" the person asked, "What aspect is it?"
"For example, the throat." The gray-hand man said.
"My throat... I just feel tired." The person said.
"Do you hear any difference in your voice?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Different?" the person said, "If I want to say it's different... it's probably... it's probably because my voice is a little... hoarse at this time."
The gray-hand man said: "Do you think it's because you shouted too much and too loudly that you became hoarse?"
"Probably...but...but I feel that some things in that world have no...reason at all, so I can't tell whether it's because of this hoarseness," the man said.
"You're not even sure about the cause of the hoarseness?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I think it was the reason I said, but...but then my voice stopped being hoarse and I recovered very quickly, so I...I thought maybe it wasn't just because I was hoarse," the man answered.
"Then what do you think is the reason?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "I think... there might be some other reason."
"The kind that can't be explained again?" the gray-handed man asked. "Yes." The man said, "Of course, I don't understand the meaning of my voice becoming hoarse so quickly, and then... not becoming hoarse again very quickly."
"Meaning?" the gray-hand man asked, "What do you want to say?"
"What I mean is... if someone... someone who is not an ordinary person makes my voice hoarse, then... what is the meaning of that? I don't know either." The man said.
"Do you think someone did something to you?" the gray-hand man asked.
The man thought for a while and said: "If people didn't turn me into that, but... I was just affected by the environment or some kind of force... my voice became hoarse, then... then I don't know what happened. Something happened.”
"Actually, you have thought about other reasons for your hoarse voice. You have thought of something that you haven't said yet, right?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "You really know everything."
The man with gray hands actually didn't expect that he was right when he said this. He just said to the man: "Then tell me what you think of."
"I thought about things in the real world." The man said, "When I met the spell caster before... things."
"When you met the spellcaster, did something related to your throat happen?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes...yes." The man said.
"What's the matter?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It's just that... during the process of him casting the spell on me, I... I needed to shout... some words loudly... my voice became hoarse when I shouted, but the other party didn't... nor did he say to let me pass." The person said.
"What are you shouting for?" asked the man with gray hands.
(End of chapter)