Chapter 5279 (Five Thousand Two Hundred and Seventy Nine) Gradually Disappeared

“At this time, when the hand covering your mouth seemed to be gradually moving away from you, weren’t you thinking that your mouth would finally no longer be controlled by him?” asked the man with gray hands.

“I also thought of this.” The man said, “But…but when I thought of this, I also considered another problem…that is…if there are no more blue-armored people there who can be used by me, then…then how should I leave.”

“Rather than worrying about your own mouth, were you more worried about the fact that there was no one else around you at the time?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes… yes… then I won’t be able to use them.” The man said, “Moreover, if everyone stays away from me… then I might feel… that time passes more slowly… even though at that time… I don’t know what time is… that kind of pain… will be… deeper, and I will feel that when I am suffering in pain, it will be… more… more unbearable.”

The Gray Hand asked, “Then there was no spring at all. What happened to you?”

“I… I just talk.” The man said, “As if there were still people in the darkness… I just talked… to… people who might not even be around me.”

The Gray Hand Man asked, “Does your mouth still hurt when you talk?”

The man said, “It seems…it doesn’t hurt as much as before.”

“So, the pain is easing?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes, as that hand left, the pain in my mouth… did ease.” The man said, “But… it’s not completely painless. Even though it hurts, I still… have to continue talking. At that time, I felt that if I didn’t say it, I really would have no chance to… leave there.”

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

The man said, “I just want to ask, is it true that I can only continue to live… in that cold darkness, like death?”

“Anyone respond?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“No,” the man said. “Do you feel less hopeful now?” the Gray Hand asked.

“Not really.” The man said, “Because… because before, I felt that even if those blue-armored men heard my voice… they… might not respond immediately. Of course… if I heard a response now, I would feel much better.”

The Gray Hand asked, “What’s next?”

“Then I asked… asked if anyone could tell me.” The man said, “I asked them again… who had spoken just now. I asked… if they could say it again.”

The Gray Hand asked, “Still no one said anything?”

“Yes, even at this time… no one pays attention to me.” said the man.

“Do you still think there are people around?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“At this moment… I’m actually a little scared.” The man said, “Afraid that there’s no one around, but… but just… tell yourself that there are people around. Tell yourself that they’re just ignoring me, just temporarily… maybe… someone will pay attention to me soon.”

The Gray Hand Man said, “At this time, you haven’t thought about whether they are the Blue Armored People?”

“When I was really scared, I really didn’t think too much.” The man said, “I always felt that… it would be good if someone responded to me.”

“Are you still speaking in the same angry tone as before?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Not as angry as before,” the man said.

(End of this chapter)