Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5429 (Five Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty Nine)

"He asked me...what the reason might be." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "How did he react after hearing this?"

"I told him... maybe... maybe it's that kind of reason... I don't know." said the man.

The Gray Hands said, "What happened next?"

"Then he asked me why I said that," the man said.

"What did you say?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I said... I just... guessed." said the man.

"Where's he?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He said...don't talk about your guesses." said the man.

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

"Then... I said I knew." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "Did he let you go?"

“No.” The man said, “He asked me…if I had lied before.”

The Gray Hand asked, "How did you answer?"

"I said... no." said the man.

"Did he believe it in the dream?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man said, "I don't believe it. He said that since their needles are so difficult to remove... and I can't come up with any other reason, then... it must be because I lied."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "How did you feel after hearing this in your dream?"

The man said, "At that time... I seemed to be afraid, worried that he would know that I lied."

The Gray Hand asked again: "Then what did you say?"

The man said, "I insist that I...did not lie." The Gray Hands man said, "What did he say after hearing that?"

"He said... it seems that my mental illness has not been cured yet, so... I need to continue the treatment." The man said, "Then he waved his hand to those people again."

The Gray Hand asked, "What happened next?"

The man said, "Then...then those people made the uncomfortable sounds again. I could feel the needles that were pulled out of my body before stabbing back again. But unlike last time, this time...the needles did not fix my hands to my back. At least my hands can still...move."

The Gray Hand asked again, "What about you?"

"In my dream, I screamed and my palms touched the ground, but... maybe because my hands were in so much pain, I couldn't support myself at all." The man said, "At this time... I landed on my elbows."

The Gray Hand asked, "Did you say anything?"

"It hurt so much that I couldn't speak," the man said. "Even though I was dreaming, it felt very...real."

The Gray Hand asked, "Did he speak?"

The man said, "He said... Apparently my deep-rooted view of the Blue Armored People has not been eradicated. If they continue to treat me...my view...will be eradicated. He smiled as he finished speaking."

The Gray Hand asked, "You are still silent at this time?"

The man said, "Yes. There were other phenomena in the dream...that attracted my attention."

"What's the matter?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man replied: "It's just that... I found that my nails... were... slowly changing color."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Slowly?"

"Yes." said the man.

"What color?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"The unique blue of the blue-armored people." The man said, "But... what I saw at that time was not the improved state, but... the state in the process of change. The blue color of my nails at that time was... somewhere in between the color of my nails and the unique color of the blue-armored people's nails."

(End of this chapter)