Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4576 (Four Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy Six) Forehead

"A special smile? The kind of smile that can tear your soul apart?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes... yes." said the man.

"When he said that to you, did you think about the appearance of those people you killed before?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Of course... he thought of it." The man said, "If he hadn't thought of it, I wouldn't be so scared... so scared."

"Afraid?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man.

"Didn't you kill all the people in blue armor?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Yes, it's the man in blue armor." the man replied.

As soon as he said this, he felt that the other party seemed to be saying that he was afraid of the blue-armored men, so he immediately felt an indescribable sense of shame, that sense of shame seemed to penetrate him from the top of his head to the soles of his feet. However, when he recalled the memories of the blue-armored men that emerged in his mind before, he seemed to be frightened as if the coldness brought about by their deaths that year penetrated him from head to toe.

Thinking of those people would bring him both fear and shame, and the cold would make him feel even more ashamed. He felt that he was an iron man, and it was too shameful to be afraid of the blue-armored people. Even if he was not afraid of the real blue-armored people, but the ghosts that the blue-armored people turned into, or even some impressions or things related to the blue-armored people, he would feel ashamed. However, shame could not offset his fear. The fear was natural and out of his control. It came from his heart and spread throughout his body, as if every hair would stand up because of the fear, and it seemed that even if he pressed it down, it would stand up there, stiff and unreasonable.

The more he tried to control his fear, the more he seemed to be controlled by it. He could not defeat the fear, nor could he learn to live with it.

The sense of shame surrounded him tightly, making him breathless, so he had to endure it. At this time, he quickly said to the Gray Hand Man: "I'm not afraid of the Blue Armor Man!"

Sometimes the more he hurried to explain, the more obvious it became. What he said was very abrupt. The man with gray hands could see it, and the man with brown hands could see it too. Even he himself felt that something was a little abnormal after he said it. However, if he didn't say this, he would feel uncomfortable somewhere, but he couldn't tell what kind of discomfort it was. In short, it was as if he had stuck the suffocating sense of shame on his forehead.

The Gray Hand Man said, "You are not afraid of the Blue Armor Man, what are you afraid of?"

"I...I...I'm just afraid of that feeling." The man said, "I can't explain it clearly, anyway...anyway, I can't be afraid of the blue-armored man."

"Can't?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man.

"It seems that you are still afraid." said the man with gray hands.

"Yes, I am afraid, but... but I am definitely not afraid of the blue-armored people!" the man said, "Absolutely not! I am not afraid of the blue-armored people! I cannot be afraid of the blue-armored people! I am from Tiecang!"

The gray-handed man saw that the man who had said "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is how you and I are different" had obvious fear in his eyes, but he wanted to argue again. Seeing the other person's inability to control himself and his self-contradiction, he could feel the tension coming from him.

(End of this chapter)