Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5007 (Five Thousand and Seven)
"What do you tend to attribute to your blushing?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"I tend to think... it has something to do with the fact that I feel I have brought shame upon the people of Tiecang, but... it seems to have more to do with other things," the man replied.

"What do you think the heat from the upper body to the face might be related to?" asked the Brown Hand Man.

"And...and...I don't dare to say this." said the man.

When the man said this, the brown-handed man felt that it might be related to the fact that another person in the real world cast a spell on him, and thought that if he continued to ask, he might get more important information. However, when the brown-handed man heard him say "I dare not" to say it, he was worried that if he continued to ask, the other party would enter a state where he could not communicate normally with others again.

The brown-handed man hesitated for a moment and decided to try asking. If he found nothing right, he would stop asking immediately.

"Is it related to the spell cast by that magician on you?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes," said the man.

"Then is it possible that this kind of person was caused by the thing he injected into your body at that time?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes! It's very possible!" said the man.

The man with brown hands was staring at his face, worried that he would show a strange expression again, but he didn't show it at all, and the other party said such words so readily, so he thought that it would not be a big problem if he asked something else.

"In other words, it is very likely that the thing that the caster poured into your body caused you to have that 'nauseous' feeling again, so you blushed?" asked the brown-handed man.

"What you said... must make sense." said the man.

The Brown-Handed Man was very disappointed to hear this.

"What do you mean what I said must make sense?" said the man with brown hands.

"Because you said so." said the man.

"What does it have to do with who said it?" said the brown-handed man. "Just stick to the facts."

"I think... it's... related... If someone else said this, I don't know what I would think, but... but you said it, I just think... maybe you told the truth." The man said. "What if someone else said it? Imagine it." The brown-handed man said.

"Then... I can't imagine it." said the man.

"Why can't you imagine it?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Oh...it depends on who said it..." said the man.

"What do you mean?" asked the brown-handed man.

"If either of you said that, I would feel... that you might have told the truth," the man said.

"Do you mean to say that as long as one of us says it, you will believe it?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes." said the man.

"What if it wasn't one of us?" the man said. "Just imagine."

"Then... who should we imagine?" the man asked.

"Anyone can do it, just imagine it." said the man with brown hands.

"If an ordinary person said it, like me... an ordinary person like me, I... I might not feel that I have told the truth so quickly." said the man.

"You just don't feel it so quickly, but after a while, do you still feel that you have told the truth?" the brown-handed man asked carefully.

"Yes...right...but...it's just a possibility..." said the man.

(End of this chapter)