Chapter 5301 (five thousand three hundred and one) thousands

“I say, if they dare to come out, I will… let them see how powerful I am.” said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, “Did the voice respond at this time?”

“Yes, it finally happened again.” The man said, “The voice actually said… ‘darkness’ and ‘cold’, just like that.”

The Gray Hand asked, “How did you react when you heard that?”

“I felt like I trembled a little.” The man said, “Because what I was most afraid of at that time was… being tortured by darkness and cold.”

The Gray Hand asked, “Did you say anything to the other party?”

“I did.” The man said, “I asked them…if they thought I was afraid of the dark and the cold.”

“Where is the other party?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“The other party said… said that I… was afraid in the first place.” said the man.

“How do you feel after hearing this?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I feel… I was… I was right, but… because I always feel that the voice was made by the blue-armored man, I feel… embarrassed, but… in this situation, what can I do if I am not embarrassed? I can’t move freely… and I am suffering in this special darkness and cold, so I can only be angry.”

Gray Hand asked, “What happened next?”

The man said: “I told them that it was just…just what they thought.”

The Gray Hand asked again, “When you denied that you were afraid of the dark and the cold, weren’t you worried about anything?”

“Worried?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Aren’t you worried that because of what you said, the other party will let you continue to suffer in the darkness and cold?” The gray-handed man asked. “I… was angry at the time and felt humiliated by the blue-armored man, so… I didn’t think too much about it.” The man said, “Now that I think about it, what you said actually makes sense.”

“What happened next?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“What happened next… might be related to what you think.” The man said, “No one paid attention to me… No one paid attention to me again, and… I suddenly felt as if… it seemed to be even colder, and again… I felt unbearable… I… couldn’t speak again.”

The Gray Hand asked, “Is it still not because of your voice, but because of your heart?”

“Yes.” The man said, “I… I am in more pain again, and I can’t speak again, because… because it is too painful… I can’t say a word.”

The Gray Hand Man asked, “How long have you not spoken? Do you know?”

“I still don’t know.” The man said, “I still don’t understand time…but…but I feel that time is too long, as if thousands of years have passed…I…it seems that I have been speechless for thousands of years.”

The Gray Hand Man asked, “So when can you speak again?”

“I suddenly felt… a strong wind with a smell blowing towards me.” said the man.

“What’s that smell?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“The smell of blood.” The man said, “It’s a bit… familiar.”

“Familiar?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I smelled it when I was slaughtering those blue-armored men before.” The man said, “I remember the impression that smell left on me… It left a very deep impression on me. I have inexplicably told others about that smell in my dreams before. Of course… dreams… are always inexplicable.”

The Gray Hand Man asked, “In your dream, did you tell people about the bloody smell you smelled when you slaughtered the Blue Armor Man?”

(End of this chapter)