Chapter 5341 (five thousand three hundred and forty-one) deceased
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He asked me a question, and I...I didn't hear it clearly." The man said, "He asked me again, and then I realized that he seemed to be...asking me how I died."
The man with gray hands asked again: "What did you say?"
"Because I wasn't sure if that was what he was asking, so... I asked him in turn: 'How did I die?'" the man said, "When I said that, I reflected the meaning of what he said and seemed a little angry. , I think he...if he is really saying that, then...that is absolutely nonsense."
The man with gray hands asked, "Did he answer you?"
"He answered." That person said, "He just said, 'Yes,' and his tone was as if... I was really dead."
The man with gray hands asked, "What did you say?"
"Because I was angry, I... told him... that he was the one who died." The man said, "This is just one of the people I was talking to."
The man with gray hands asked: "Where is he?"
"He said...he was even willing to die to fight back," the man said.
"Did you say something else?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I told him I wasn't dead," the man said.
"What's next?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The next thing he asked me was if he could... see around me," the man said.
"You still couldn't see it then?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No...at that time...I could already see something." The man said.
"What was it like before your eyes at that time?" the man with gray hands asked.
"It's a mess." The man said.
"Chaos?" The man with gray hands asked, "It's not like you can't see anything?"
"It's not that I can't see them." The person said, "It's because I can see too many messy things, so... I can't tell them apart at all."
"What's all this mess?" the gray-handed man asked. "There are things I used when I was a child, and... there are things I have seen in my dreams. All kinds of things are... intertwined. Those things are not the original color, but... gray." The man said, "After they are intertwined, they will be as messy as you want..."
"Did you answer him?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said, "Before I answered, he... said the next thing."
The man with gray hands asked again: "What did the other party say?"
"He asked me if everything I saw was gray," the man said.
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said, "I was angry at the time, and I really... didn't want to give him the feeling that I was being fooled again. To be precise, I was just one of them... I was angry."
The man with gray hands asked: "Where is he?"
"He didn't even wait for my answer and just told me that if all I saw was...grey, it would be enough to prove that I was...dead." The man said.
"Did you believe what he said after hearing this?" The man with gray hands asked.
"No." The man said.
"Did you respond to him?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Responded." The man said, "I said I just... didn't believe it and I died."
"What did he say?" asked the man with gray hands.
"He said... this place is filled with the breath of the dead at this moment." The man said.
"How do you feel after hearing this?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I just think he's talking nonsense." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked: "Then what did you do?"
"I will continue what he said and tell him...he is the one who died." The man said.
(End of chapter)