Chapter 5308 (Five Thousand Three Hundred and Eight) Exhausted
"If I mention it, it would be like... telling them that I am afraid of that bloody smell." The man said.
"Are you actually afraid?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It's true that I'm a little scared." The man said, "But it's not because I'm afraid of the blue-armored people, but... I feel like smelling the kind of smell I've smelled before in this situation... This thing makes me Feel scared."
The man with gray hands asked: "What happened next?"
"Then... something more terrifying happened." The man said, "I felt that the smell of blood was getting closer and closer to me, and... the wind seemed to be able to talk..."
The man with gray hands asked: "What did you say?"
"The wind...the wind carrying the smell of blood told me...I might...continue to stay here...until my life is exhausted." The man said.
The gray-handed man asked: "What about you?"
"I...I said to the wind...'Save me'." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Speak to the wind? Do you think this wind is controlled by humans?"
"I didn't think so... I just felt that when I said it to the wind... maybe... someone would hear it." The man said, "That voice came from the wind... That didn't sound like a human being, like ...It's a natural sound in the wind. I don't know how to put it more clearly, and I don't know why it is... like this."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Next, did you hear the sound of the wind talking again?"
"No, but...but I heard someone's voice in the distance." The man said.
"What's the sound?" asked the gray-handed man.
"A voice told...me to control myself." The man said.
"Is this sound familiar to you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I'm...familiar," the man said, "I felt like I'd heard it before."
"When did you hear it?" asked the gray-handed man. "A long time ago." The man said.
"Is it definitely not the blue-armored man's voice you heard before?" the gray-armed man asked.
"Definitely not." The man said.
"Can you figure out who made that sound?" asked the Gray Hand.
"I can only tell who sent it, because...I can't be sure whether it's him or me..." the person said.
"Who?" asked the gray-handed man.
"The person who... cast spells on me." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "What did you say?"
"I just... repeated what he said, and then... asked him how to control himself," the man said.
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"His voice disappeared again." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "What happened next?"
"Then...the sound of the wind...the sound of the wind became louder, and the smell of blood became stronger. I held my breath, not wanting to let myself inhale that smell, but...then...I felt suffocated, so I took a deep breath. , as if... I was breathing in more bloody smell. But the strange thing is that... the bloody smell doesn't seem to be real. I don't know what's going on, it's like... The smell will become stronger when I think about it, but I can't seem to control whether I am thinking about the smell. Even when I deliberately control myself not to think about it, I still think about the smell, and then... You can still smell it," the man said.
The Gray Hand Man asked, "Besides the sound of the wind, do you hear any other sounds in your environment?"
(End of chapter)