Chapter 5410 (Five Thousand Four Hundred and Ten) Sucking Hands
The Gray Hand said: "After he said this, did you say anything else?"
"I asked him if... the stone turned into a needle." The man said.
The man with gray hands said, "Did he say that?"
"He said...let me touch it myself...and I'll know." The man replied.
"Did you touch it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I didn't touch it right away because at that time... my back hurt too much," the man said.
"Then what did you do?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just tried to stand up," the man said, "but... I tried, and my back hurt when I tried to stand, so... I still sat there."
The gray-handed man asked: "What happened next?"
The man said: "Then...the gray-handed man insisted on letting me touch my own back."
"Did you listen to him?" the gray-hand man asked.
"No." The man said, "Because... my back hurts."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Did that person agree with you not to touch his back?"
The man said: "No, he walked up to me... picked up my two hands and broke them behind my back."
The man with gray hands asked: "Try to break your hand and force you to touch your back?"
"Yes." The man said.
"How are you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"In the dream, I screamed in pain." The man said, "At that time... my back hurt even more. Those people looking at me were still... laughing, and I heard some people gossiping. "
"What gossip?" asked the man with gray hands.
"For example...'it's your own fault', and 'you'll know after you try it'...that's probably what they mean. It's...the way they feel when I do it," the man answered.
"Did you touch it?" asked the man with gray hands. "Yes." The man said.
"Is what you feel the same as what you see?" asked the man with gray hands.
"It's different." The man said, "What I touched was no longer... a sharp stone, but... a needle, that kind of thin metal needle."
The man with gray hands said: "Then he let go of your hand?"
"Let go," the man said.
"Does your back still hurt?" the gray-hand man asked.
"It hurts," the man said.
"Although it was a dream, you still remember that it hurt?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes..." the man said, "I remember the pain in the dream clearly. That dream... seemed particularly real. I didn't know it was a dream in the dream. It... seemed real. And later... …Not only does my back hurt, but my hands also hurt.”
"Why does my hand hurt?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Although he stopped breaking my hand, my hand did not leave the needles immediately...it was because it was...sucked by the needles at first. I endured the pain in my back and took my hand off, but...I couldn't. Come down. It's not that my arms lack strength, it's just that...the needles sucked my hands...too tightly," the man said.
"Then what did you do?" the gray-hand man asked.
"I just asked that person what he did to me." The person said.
"In the dream, what do you think that person did to cause the needle to suck your hand?" asked the man with gray hands.
The man said: "Actually...I didn't seem to think so in the dream...but I didn't know why those needles could suck hands, so I asked."
The man with gray hands asked, "Did he answer you?"
"He said... people like me depend on others for whatever trouble they encounter." The man said, "Then he asked those around him if people like me were hopeless."
(End of chapter)