Chapter 5312 (Five Thousand Three Hundred and Twelve) Iron Clamp
"Yes." The man said.
"You didn't place your hopes on the one you heard who sounded like the caster?" asked the Gray Hand.
"It's not that I didn't place my hope on him, I... I'm not even sure if it was him." The man said, "But at that time... I did also place my hope on those blue-armored people. I know that speaking of it now... It's very shameful, but... I had this idea at the time, so I... told you."
Seeing that the other party had not fallen into a state of being unable to communicate normally because of his previous fear, the Gray Hand Man still wanted to continue asking about the next situation. After thinking about how to change the topic urgently, he still asked: " After you said these words, did you hear anyone respond to you?"
The man said, "No."
"Then what did you say next?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man thought about it for a moment. Since his attention was diverted by the Gray Hand man's words before, when he thought about it again, he was not as nervous as before.
He said: "I just asked... asked the voice that sounded like a spell caster, if... he was not near me, but he was actually following me."
"Did the other party answer you?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said.
"Did any other voice answer you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"No." The man said.
The gray-handed man felt that the man's current state did not seem so dangerous. Fortunately, he immediately changed the topic before and decided to continue asking.
The gray-handed man asked: "Then what did you say?"
"I said... he once cast a spell on me and poured many words into my soul. Although... what happened later was not as I thought at first, but in fact he also... can be regarded as following me in another form. I. I asked him... if that was the case.
"Did anyone respond to you at this time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Still not," the man said.
"What happens next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Then I asked...if it's just that no matter what, many things can only be decided by myself," the man said.
"Still no response?" the gray-handed man asked. "Yes." The man said, "Still haven't received it."
"Are you talking again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I told him... but now... I... can't decide anymore."
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Then...I felt...I was speechless again." The man said.
"Why this time?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I feel...my mouth...is suddenly pinched by something." The man said.
"It feels completely different from the last time I was covered?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes, it's completely different. It's just that... it was pinched up and down by something..." the man said.
"Isn't it a human hand?" asked the man with gray hands.
"No." The man said.
"It looks like it was pinched by something?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The clamp..." the man said, "It looks like an iron clamp, very cold."
"Where do you think that iron clamp came from?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I can't think of it...it should have just...appeared suddenly." The person said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Do you have any special impressions of things like iron clamps in the past?"
"Iron clip... let me think about it." The man recalled it as he spoke.
(End of chapter)