Chapter 5301 (five thousand three hundred and one) several thousand
"I said, if they dare to come out, I will...let them see my...power." The man said.
The gray-hand man asked: "Did that voice react at this time?"
"Yes, it finally happened again." The man said, "The voice actually said...'dark' and 'cold', that's all."
The man with gray hands asked, "What was your reaction when you heard this?"
"I felt like I was shaking," the person said, "because what I was most afraid of at that time was... being tortured by the darkness and cold."
The gray-handed man asked: "Did you say anything to the other party?"
"I told you," the man said, "I asked them... if they thought I was afraid of the dark and the cold."
"Where is the other party?" asked the gray-handed man.
"The other party said... that I... was afraid in the first place." The man said.
"How do you feel after hearing this?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I feel...I've been...said, but...because I always feel that the voice was made by the man in blue armor, I...feel ashamed, but...what can I do if I'm not embarrassed in this case? I I can't move casually...and I'm tortured in the special darkness and cold, so I can only be angry."
The man with gray hands asked, "What happened next?"
The man said: "I told them that was just... just what they thought."
The man with gray hands asked again: "When you denied that you were afraid of the dark and the cold, weren't you worried about anything?"
"Worried?" The gray-handed man asked.
"Aren't you worried that because of what you said, the other party will let you continue to be tortured in the darkness and cold?" asked the man with gray hands. "I... was angry at the time and felt that I was humiliated by the man in blue armor, so... I didn't think too much about it." The man said, "Now that I think about it, what you said actually makes sense."
"What happened next?" asked the Gray Hand.
"What happens next...may be related to what you think." The person said, "No one cares about me...No one cares about me anymore, and...I feel like...it seems to be colder all of a sudden. , once again... made me feel unbearable... I... was speechless again."
The man with gray hands asked: "It's still not because of the throat, but because of the reason in the heart?"
"Yes." The man said, "I... my pain worsened again, and I couldn't speak again, just because... because it was too uncomfortable... I couldn't say a word."
The man with gray hands asked: "How long have you not spoken, do you know?"
"I still don't know." The man said, "I still don't understand time...but...but I feel that the time is too long, as if thousands of years have passed and it is so painful...I...it seems that I can't tell how many thousands of years have passed. Talk."
The gray-handed man asked: "Then when can you speak again?"
"I suddenly felt...a strong smelly wind blowing towards me." The man said.
"What's the smell?" asked the gray-handed man.
"The smell of blood." The man said, "It's a bit...familiar."
"Familiar?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I smelled it when I was killing those blue-armored people before." The man said, "I remember that the smell gave me... the impression it gave me was really... too deep. I... used to... I told people about that smell inexplicably in my dreams. Of course...dreams...are always inexplicable."
The gray-hand man said: "In your dream, did you tell people about the bloody smell you smelled when you killed the blue-armored man?"
(End of chapter)