Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4392 (Four Thousand Three Hundred and Ninety-Two) Head Change

"For now... yes," he replied.

At this time, the withered grass on the face of the man with a bunch of weeds painted on his left face disappeared, and of course the blue-armored man on the withered grass also disappeared. At this moment, the left face of this man was the same as when he just came out of the ground, with only a bunch of weeds painted on it.

"Even now, don't you still think what happened to that old man is sad?" said the head with a bunch of wild grass painted on the left cheek.

The man who had said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is the difference between you and me," still didn't feel sad at this time. He still felt that he was lucky compared to other blue-armored people, because at least that man lived to such an old age before being beaten to death by the Tiecang people, while more blue-armored people died at the hands of the Tiecang people early on.

"Actually... this matter... depends on how you look at it..." He didn't dare to tell a lie, but he also didn't dare to say what he really thought, so he said this.

"What do you think?" The head with white hair and wrinkled face spoke at this time.

The voice was not loud, but it made the person who had said before, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me," feel frightened.

Then he saw the head with white hair and wrinkles turned into the head of the oldest blue-armored man he had ever seen.

He originally couldn't remember what the old man's head looked like, but after the other party turned into the head of the oldest blue-armored man he had just said he had seen, he was sure that it was the one he had seen that year.

"Until now, you don't feel sad for the old man who was beaten to death by the people from Tiecang?" said the head with white hair and wrinkles.

The voice was already very loud, definitely not the voice of an ordinary person. It was trembling and echoing, and it had a huge impact on his heart. Every word seemed to hit his heart hard like a hidden weapon. He felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest. "I..." He didn't know what to say, and at this moment his own voice was trembling.

When he heard his own voice trembling, he became even more frightened, as if the voice coming out of the mouth of the human head with white hair and wrinkles had passed on the characteristic of "trembling voice" to him.

"Are you sad?" the head with white hair and wrinkled face said again.

The sound of these three words once again hit his heart like a hidden weapon, making it seem like it was about to burst out.

"I'm...going to die." he said.

After saying this, he heard the trembling sound he made again, and was once again frightened by the strange sound he made.

"If you say you're dying of sadness, that's a lie. Aren't you worried about your face getting burned?" said the man with white hair and wrinkles.

He felt a series of hidden weapons hitting his heart again. He felt his heart was obviously trembling, and he could even hear the sound of his heart trembling, and that sound echoed.

He had never had this kind of experience before. When he heard the strange trembling sound with an echo, and he was sure that the strange sound came from his heart, he felt that he was on the verge of death, but it seemed that he had to continue to suffer.

(End of this chapter)