Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5308 (Five Thousand Three Hundred and Eight) Exhausted
"If I mention it, it would be like...telling them that I'm afraid of the smell of blood," the man said.

"Are you actually afraid?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I am a little scared indeed." The man said, "But it's not because I'm afraid of the blue-armored man, but... I feel that in this situation, smelling the same smell that I have smelled before... This thing scares me."

The Gray Hand asked, "What happened next?"

"Then... something even more terrifying happened." The man said, "I felt the bloody smell getting closer and closer to me, and... the wind seemed to be able to speak..."

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

"The wind... the wind that carries the smell of blood tells me... that I might... continue to stay here... until my life is exhausted." said the man.

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

"I...I said to the wind...'Save me'." said the man.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Speaking to the wind? Do you think this wind is controlled by humans?"

"I didn't think so... I just felt that when I spoke to the wind... maybe... someone would hear it." The man said, "The sound came from the wind... It didn't sound like a human voice, it was like... the natural sound of the wind. I don't know how to explain it more clearly, and I don't know why it was... like this."

The Gray Hand asked again, "Next, did you hear the wind talking again?"

"No, but...but I heard human voices in the distance." said the man.

"What's that sound?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"A voice told... me to control myself," said the man.

"Are you familiar with this voice?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I... am familiar with it." The man said, "I felt like I had heard it before."

"When did you hear it?" the Gray Hand asked. "A long time ago," the man said.

"Are you sure it's not the voice of the blue-armored man you heard before?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Definitely not." said the man.

"Can you guess who made that noise?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I can only tell you who it sounded like, because... I can't be sure whether it was him or not." said the man.

"Who?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"The one who cast a spell on me..." said the man.

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

"I just... repeated what he said, and then... asked him how to control himself." said the man.

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

"His voice is gone again," the man said.

The Gray Hand asked again: "What happened next?"

"Then... the sound of the wind... the sound of the wind became louder, and the smell of blood became stronger. I held my breath, not wanting to let myself inhale that smell, but... then I... felt suffocated, so I took a deep breath, as if... as if I inhaled more bloody smell. But the strange thing was that I felt... that bloody smell didn't seem to be real. I don't know what's going on, it's as if... the smell becomes stronger when I think about it. But I can't seem to control whether I'm thinking about that smell. Even when I deliberately control myself not to think about it, I still think about that smell, and then... I can still smell it." said the man.

Gray Hand asked, "Apart from the sound of the wind, do you hear any other sounds in your environment?"

(End of this chapter)