Chapter 5291 (Five Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-One) Will Endure

The Gray Hand Man said, “Is it because you believe this? Then why do you feel ashamed?”

“Because… because I am a Tiecang person, I actually… actually thought of that at that moment… that the spring that the Blue Armor people want to see expands to me so that I can get rid of the darkness and cold.” The man said, “That is the spring that the Blue Armor people want to see. There may be many Blue Armor people in that spring… I… am a Tiecang person, do I need to rely on this?”

The Gray Hand said, “If this were possible, would you accept it despite the shameful feeling in your heart?”

The man thought for a moment and said, “I…will. I will endure it. Even if it is shameful, I will endure it. I will…get rid of the darkness and cold first…then we can talk about other things. I will endure that feeling of shame.”

The Gray Hand Man said, “That is to say, even when you feel shameful, you still hope that the light will continue to expand and reach you, right?”

The man said, “It seems… that deep down in my heart I really have this intention… but… but I told myself again and again that this kind of thing could not happen, so… I didn’t think much about it later. And later… it was also proved that it did not continue to expand, and it did not expand to me.”

The Gray Hand Man said, “Have you not talked to those people during this time?”

The man said: “For a while… I didn’t talk about it, but then I started talking about it again.”

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

“I said… they were all gone.” The man said, “I said again, I said so much, but they didn’t come out again. Cowards are like this… “

“You said those people were cowardly again. Are you continuing to provoke them?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man said: “Yes, of course, it also has something to do with the fact that I was even angrier at the time.”

The Gray Hands asked, “Why are you even angrier?” “Because… I thought about my own shame.” The man said, “I couldn’t leave. They ignored me, and I… I had to talk to them in such a humble way. That would have been fine, but just because… because they always ignored me… I actually thought about… I thought about letting myself enter the spring that they wanted to see… This kind of shameful thing… Anyway… it’s all their fault!”

“Were you speaking in a sharp tone?” asked the Gray Hand.

“It’s a bit sharp.” said the man.

“Did you get a response?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“No.” said the man.

“Has the spring scenery changed again?” asked the Gray-Handed Man.

“No.” The man said, “It has always been the same… It’s like… They want me to watch it for a while longer, just to piss me off.”

The Gray Hand Man asked again, “After you said that, did you feel this way for a while?”

“They didn’t respond… They were quiet for a while, and I felt… I felt so painful that I could hardly speak.” The man said, “I became even more worried. What if… I couldn’t speak, and they couldn’t hear me, then… then how could I get their attention? I was also tortured in the darkness and cold before, but… but at least I could get their attention by speaking. What if I couldn’t speak, wouldn’t the torture be even worse?”

“You feel like you’re about to be unable to speak. Is it because of your throat?” asked the man with the gray hands.

(End of this chapter)