Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4388 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Eight) Old Age
"Yes," he said.

"How old is the oldest one?" asked the figure with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left side of his face.

"It seems... it doesn't seem to be much bigger." He replied, "Just my hair has turned white."

"What was he doing when you saw him?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left side of his face.

"No...nothing." he replied.

"He must be in a certain state, right?" said the head with a bunch of weeds painted on the left side of his face. "Is he standing or sitting?"

"Lie on the ground," he said truthfully.

"Why are you lying on the ground?" the other party asked.

"He...was...pushed to the ground," he replied.

"After he lay on the ground, was there anyone around him?" the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on its left cheek asked again.

"Yes." He replied.

"Who?" the other party asked.

"A few standing men," he answered.

"Was there anyone among those standing who pushed him down?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left side of its face.

"Yes," he replied.

"Was the person who pushed him down the man in blue armor?" the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left cheek continued to ask.

"No." He replied.

"Who is it?" the other party asked.

"It's from Tiecang." he said.

The other party asked, "What about the other people standing there? Are they also from Tiecang?"

"Yes, both," he replied.

"What were those guys from Tiecang doing?" asked the man with a bunch of weeds painted on his left face. "Do you remember?" "Yes," he answered. "They were beating up that old man."

"And then?" asked the head with a bunch of weeds painted on its left cheek.

"Then..." he said, "the old man was beaten to death."

"What were you thinking at that time?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left side of its face.

"No...I didn't think much about it." He replied.

"Now?" the other party asked, "What do you think?"

"Now...now I just...remember what happened before, that's it." He spoke the truth again.

"You said this is the oldest blue-armored man you've ever seen, and he didn't die of old age." The head with a bunch of weeds painted on his left face said, "Have you ever thought about how many blue-armored men can die of old age?"

"I never thought about it before," he replied, "but now... now that you mention it, I am thinking about it."

The head with a bunch of weeds painted on the left side of his face said, "Have you figured out the reason?"

"I haven't figured it out yet." He replied, "I'll... continue to think about it."

"We've come to this point, but you still haven't figured it out?" asked the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left side of his face.

After hearing this, the next thing he thought of was that the blue-armored man's health was too poor, so it was difficult for him to live long. However, he was a little hesitant to tell the other party directly what he was thinking.

He said, “I don’t know…I don’t know if what I’m thinking is wrong.”

"The fact that you've said this proves that you already have an idea in your mind." said the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on its left cheek.

He wanted to change the subject, so he said, "I think about the living blue-armored people I saw before..."

The other party asked, "How many of them do you think will have a chance to live to the day of their death?"

He thought about the word "opportunity" that the other party had said, and carefully tried to figure out what kind of answer the other party wanted him to give.

(End of this chapter)