Chapter 5486 (five thousand four hundred and eighty-six) Press down
"I still had the courage to say it...I told him in detail that the reason why the hands I saw were black was because some of my...inherent ideas about people in blue armor were deeply ingrained in my heart." The man said. .
"In the dream, did you satisfy him with this explanation?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Satisfaction can't be counted, but...it doesn't seem that he did anything more painful to me because of these words." The person said, "I just said that I didn't do anything because of these words at this moment. As for The next moment, or for other reasons...that's another story."
The man with gray hands asked again: "What was his reaction after hearing this?"
"He asked me...if I would take the initiative to change those concepts." The man said.
"How did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"What I said is...no." The man said.
"Where is he?" asked the gray-handed man.
"He... seemed to have put a hand on the top of my head." The person said, "It should be him. Yes, he was so close to me at that moment. He put his hand on top of my head... I I felt it. Although I couldn't see it was him, but... I really felt it was his hand clearly. I also felt that... the hand he placed on top of my head was also black, as I saw. The shadow of the hand is the same.”
The man with gray hands asked again: "What's wrong with putting it on top of your head?"
The man said: "Press it."
"Then what?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Then... I felt like I was being pressed flat by him, and there was a kind of pain that my whole body was compressed." The person said, "I wanted to stretch, but I couldn't. It felt like my whole body... was being patted by him like that. It went down. During the process of being compressed, I not only felt pain, but also felt a strong sense of shame.”
The man with gray hands asked, "Where does it hurt?" "It hurts everywhere... my whole body." The man said, "Oh, actually... it's not just the body, but... the soul is also hurting."
"What do you mean by pain in the soul?" the man with gray hands asked.
"It's... at that moment, I felt like my soul was made of paper. He picked it up and squeezed it tightly." The man said, "The moment I was compressed to the minimum, I seemed to feel my own soul. The soul is breathing hard. I seem to hear him saying something like 'add a little more', but... I feel like the voice is not coming from around me."
"What should I add?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Probably...probably add a little poison." The man said.
"Is this your own idea?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No...I feel it." The man said, "Because after I heard words like 'add a little bit', I felt that my soul, which had been rolled into a ball and was out of shape, was... something Soaked. The thing that soaked me was probably... what he said he needed to 'add a little bit' to."
"What happened to you after that thing soaked you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"At that moment, my soul was still as paper-like, and the thing that soaked my soul...after my soul was compressed into shape, corroded it. I felt that my soul was being burned, and then... ...Disappear." The man said, "Of course, this is... not the most painful thing."
The man with gray hands asked, "What is the most painful thing you said?"
The man added: "It was the shadow in front of me that brought me..."
(End of chapter)