Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4915 (Four Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifteen) Guess Wrong

The reason why the Gray Hand asked this was because he thought he wanted to understand more clearly what was going on so that he could judge whether he would easily fall into the state of being unable to communicate normally with others again if he let him continue.

The man said: "It can't be said... like that... Actually... Maybe I'm still... Still afraid of myself."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Are you afraid of yourself?"

"Afraid that I... would say something wrong." said the man.

"If we weren't here, would you still be afraid that you'd said something wrong?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Then... don't be afraid." said the man.

"Aren't you still afraid of us?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Oh...yes...that's true." said the man.

"I'm just letting you guess. I won't be cruel to you." The Gray Hand said, "Are you relieved by this?"

"Even if...even if I guessed wrong this time?" the man asked, "You won't be cruel to me, right?"

"Yes." said the Gray Hand Man.

The Gray Hands man still felt irritated, but in order to get more information, he endured it and said to the Gray Hands man in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, we are just chatting. We have been chatting for such a long time, what are you still worried about? Look, it's been such a long time, and you have said the wrong things. Did I do anything to you? No?"

"Oh...no." said the man.

"It's just chatting, nothing serious. Haven't we always been chatting well?" asked the man with gray hands.

The man said "Oh" again.

"Are you relieved?" the Gray Hand asked. "Not bad." the man said.

"Why do you still seem worried?" The Gray Hand Man said patiently, "Don't worry, tell me your guess. I want to hear it. I'm very interested."

The man said, "If I guess wrong, it's okay, right?"

"I told you to guess." The Gray Hand Man said, "It's just a guess. Guessing can be right or wrong. It's normal to guess wrong, just as normal as being right. Besides, don't underestimate yourself, maybe you will guess right."

"Then I'll guess." said the man.

"Guess, guess, guess, the chat will be more interesting." said the man with gray hands.

The Gray Hand Man discovered that although the man said he was afraid, he did not show any particularly frightened expression, nor did he show any signs of being unable to communicate normally with others. Therefore, at this moment, although the Gray Hand Man was still highly alert and ready to change the subject at any time, he was not that nervous.

"I guess... I suddenly remembered those words that were 'nailed' in my soul. It has something to do with... the environment here." The man replied.

"The environment here?" the gray-handed man asked, "What environment?"

"I just feel that... this place... is not an environment that ordinary people can create." said the man.

"What kind of environment is that?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's... it's you... you people... how to say it... it's people like you who have special abilities... who can create an environment... it's... it's... very unusual." said the man.

"Do you think that only in this environment can you remember the words that the sorcerer nailed into your soul?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

(End of this chapter)