Chapter 5195 (five thousand one hundred and ninety-five) Iron Claw

The Gray Hand Man said, “You want to tell it, but you can’t talk to it?”

“Yes, this… this is even more infuriating.” The man said, “Of course… I’m not just angry… I’m also… I’m afraid… I’m mainly afraid. You could say… I’m both afraid and angry.”

“It knows you can’t speak, right?” the Gray Hand asked.

“Of course I know… and… the tone of his voice… was full of sarcasm.” said the man.

“What did you say?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It said it knew I wanted to speak, but… I couldn’t. This… this was also… caused by my previous behavior.” said the man.

“What behavior?” Gray Hand asked, “Did it tell you?”

“It said… because I slaughtered those blue-armored men before, and didn’t think that what I did was… wrong… so… so I can’t say anything at this moment.” said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, “What was your reaction after hearing this?”

“I… I’m even angrier… It… It said… as if… as if it were a man in blue armor.” said the man.

“Did you do anything?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I… I couldn’t have imagined at that time… that I… actually saw its iron claws.” said the man.

“Do you understand now why you looked at its iron claws at that time?” asked the Gray-Handed Man.

“I know.” The man said, “Because… because… at that moment… I actually thought… I thought it was the Blue Armor ‘Heart Shackles’.”

After saying this, the man added: “It’s funny, isn’t it? I don’t think it looks like the blue-armored man… but… but I still looked at its iron claws.”

“Are you looking for blue nails on its iron claws?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes.” The man said, “I… am looking at this.”

“Is there?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It… has no nails.” The man said, “The end of its iron claw is like a hook with a point, but… it’s not too curved… just… slightly curved… like that.” The Gray Hand Man asked again: “Do you think it has nothing to do with the Blue Armor Man now?”

“Not really.” said the man.

“Do you still suspect it has something to do with the blue-armored man?” asked the Gray-Handed Man.

“Yes.” The man said, “So… I looked at its iron claws again… to see if there were any other signs that it looked like a blue-armored man.”

“Is there?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“No… there must be none.” The man said, “Its claws are brown… there is no other color at all.”

The Gray Hand Man asked, “Are you at ease now?”

“It’s not that I feel more at ease… it’s that I’m… more scared,” the man said.

“Why?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Because… a heart shackle that speaks from the perspective of the blue-armored man… a heart shackle that claims to have always followed me, actually… actually… has nothing to do with the blue-armored man.” The man said, “What it said next… is even more frightening.”

“What did you say?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“It said…actually…it is a part of me.” said the man.

The Gray Hand said, “Do you really believe what it says?”

“I… didn’t want to believe it at the time, but… for a moment I couldn’t conclude that it was… a lie.” said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, “What’s your reaction?”

“I…I was so scared that I stood there in a daze.” said the man.

(End of this chapter)