Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5312 (Five Thousand Three Hundred and Twelve) Iron Clamp

"Yes." said the man.

"You didn't place your hopes on the person you heard who sounded like the one who cast the spell?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's not that I didn't place my hopes on him. I'm not even sure if it was him." The man said, "But at that time... I did place my hopes on those blue-armored men. I know it's shameful to talk about it now, but... I had this thought at the time, so I told you."

Seeing that the other party was not in a state of being unable to communicate normally because of his previous fear, the Gray Hand Man wanted to continue asking about the next situation. After thinking about how to change the topic urgently, he still asked: "After you finished speaking, did you hear anyone respond to you?"

The man said, “No.”

"So what did you say next?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man thought about it for a while. Since his attention had been diverted by the words of the man with gray hands, he was not as nervous when he thought about it again.

He said: "I just want to ask... to ask the voice that sounds like a spellcaster, whether... he is not near me, but is actually following me."

"Did the other party answer you?" asked the man with gray hands.

"No." said the man.

"Did any other voice answer you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Neither do I." said the man.

The Gray-Handed Man felt that the man's current condition did not seem that dangerous. He was glad that he had immediately changed the subject, but he also decided to continue asking.

The Gray Hand asked, "What did you say then?"

"I said... he once cast a spell on me and instilled many words into my soul. Although... what happened later was not as I had expected, in fact, he... has been following me in another form. I asked him... if that was the case." said the man.

"Did anyone respond to you at this time?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Still nothing," the man said.

"What happens next?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Then I asked again...is it true that no matter what, I have to decide many things by myself?" said the man.

"Still no response?" the Gray Hand asked. "Yes," the man said, "still no response."

"You're talking again?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The man said, "I told him... but now... I... can't decide."

"And then what happened?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Then... I felt... I was speechless again." said the man.

"Why this time?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I felt... my mouth... as if something was suddenly pinching it." said the man.

"Is the feeling completely different from the last time you were covered?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, it's completely different. It's just... being pinched up and down by something." said the man.

"Isn't it human hands?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"No." said the man.

"It looks like it's being pinched by something?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"A clamp..." the man said, "It looks like an iron clamp, a very cold one."

"Where do you think that iron clamp came from?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I can't think of it...it should have just...appeared suddenly." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked again, "Did you have any special impression of things like iron clamps in the past?"

"Iron clamp... let me think about it." The man said as he recalled.

(End of this chapter)