Chapter 5486 (Five Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty-six)

“I still told him… I explained in detail that the reason why the hand I saw was black was because some of my… inherent ideas about the blue-armored people were deeply rooted in my mind.” said the man.

“In your dream, did your explanation satisfy him?” asked the Gray-Handed Man.

“I can’t say I’m satisfied, but… it doesn’t seem like he did anything more painful to me right away because of what I said.” The man said, “I’m just saying he didn’t do anything because of what I said at that moment. As for the next moment, or for other reasons… that’s another matter.”

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

“He asked me…whether I would take the initiative to change those ideas.” said the man.

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

“What I said is… no.” said the man.

“Where’s he?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“He… seemed to have put a hand on top of my head.” The man said, “It must be him, that’s right, he was so close to me at that moment, he put his hand on top of my head… I felt it, although I couldn’t see it was him, but… I really felt it was his hand, and I also felt that… the hand he put on top of my head was also black, just like the shadow of the hand I saw.”

The Gray Hand Man asked again, “What’s wrong with putting it on top of your head?”

The man said, “Press it.”

“And then?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Then… I felt as if I was being flattened by him, and there was a kind of pain as if my whole body was being compressed.” The man said, “I wanted to stretch, but I couldn’t. It was as if my whole body… was flattened by him like that. During the compression process, I not only felt… pain, but also a strong sense of shame.”

The Gray Hand asked, “Where does it hurt?” “It hurts everywhere… my whole body.” The man said, “Oh, actually… it’s not just my body, but also… my soul hurts too.”

“What do you mean by soul pain?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“That’s it… at that moment, I felt like my soul was made of paper, being rolled up by him and then squeezed tightly.” The man said, “At the moment when I was compressed to the smallest, it seemed as if my soul was having difficulty breathing. I seemed to hear him say something like ‘add a little’, but… I felt that the voice was not coming from me.”

“What would you like to add?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Maybe… maybe add a little poison.” said the man.

“Did you come up with this yourself?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“No… I felt it.” The man said, “Because after I heard the words ‘add a little’, I felt that my soul, which had been kneaded into a ball and was not in a good shape, was soaked by… something. The thing that soaked me was probably… the thing he said to ‘add a little’.”

“What happened when that stuff soaked you?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“At that moment, my soul was still as thin as paper, and the thing that soaked my soul… after my soul was compressed beyond recognition, it… corroded it. I felt my soul being burned, and then… disappearing.” The man said, “Of course, this… is not the most painful thing.”

The Gray Hand asked, “What do you mean by the most painful thing?”

The man added: “It was the shadow in front of me that brought it to me…”

(End of this chapter)