Chapter 5187 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Eighty-Seven)

“Isn’t this still the function of the iron shackles?” asked the man with gray hands.

“It might be the iron shackles that are causing the problem,” the man said. “But those iron shackles are different from ordinary shackles. It’s not that… it’s not that they themselves prevent me from moving… it’s that simple.”

“What does that mean?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“What I mean is… even if the iron shackles… are very big… so big that my hands and feet can easily come out of them, I can’t really get my hands and feet out of them… because… because my arms and legs can’t move at all. It’s… because I can’t move because of some kind of force, not because the iron shackles themselves are blocking me… and that’s why I can’t move.” The man said, “I don’t know if I… have explained it clearly.”

“I know what you mean,” the man said.

“How did you feel?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Life is worse than death.” said the man.

“Do you regret what you said before?” asked the man with gray hands.

“No regrets.” The man said, “I think… the iron shackles were not… caused by what I said. Even… even if I didn’t say those words… the iron shackles would… appear… sooner or later. I even think… some of the things I encountered… were planned… I… I can’t change them at will.”

The Gray Hand asked, “What did you say?”

“I said…if I can’t run away, I will die.” said the man.

“Did you try it?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Tried it.” said the man.

“How?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I…I want to bite my tongue…to commit suicide.” The man said. “Can biting the tongue really commit suicide?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I… I don’t know… so I want to give it a try.” The man said, “I’ve heard of biting the tongue to commit suicide before… This kind of saying… In this situation, I… haven’t found any other methods yet… so I can only try this… Actually, I don’t know if it can really commit suicide.”

The Gray Hand asked, “What happened next?”

“I was surprised to find…at that moment…my tongue couldn’t reach my…teeth!” said the man.

“Why can’t I lick it?” asked the man with gray hands.

“Because… because my tongue… no longer obeys my command.” said the man.

“Can’t you stick out your tongue?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I can’t control it at all… I can’t control where my tongue is in my mouth.” The man said, “Even my tongue… doesn’t listen to me anymore.”

The Gray Hand asked again: “What did you do then?”

“I… I tried to move my arms and legs again… but still couldn’t move them.” The man said, “I actually… I wish there was some… torture device on my neck, so… maybe… I could still… use the torture device on my neck to commit suicide, but… I looked out of the corner of my eye… and there was… nothing on my neck either. Actually… actually, the idea of ​​committing suicide with the Shanxi merchant’s torture device is just a fantasy on my part. Under such circumstances… I don’t think… I can actually do it.”

The Gray Hand asked, “What happened to you next?”

“I asked those people again, asking why… I couldn’t even die.” The man said, “I said my tongue couldn’t lick… my teeth.”

(End of this chapter)