Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4531 (Four Thousand Five Hundred and Thirty-One)

The Gray Hand said, "Indeed... This place is related to the blue-armored man, the green water is related to the blue-armored man, his mother is related to the blue-armored man, and the singing is also related to the blue-armored man. I also thought of the ghost story I heard about the Dusk Pavilion."

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, for so many years people didn't dare to live near there, in fact, it was because someone heard the singing."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "It's the Blue Armor Man's song, isn't it?"

The brown-handed man said, “Yes.”

“I wonder if what he said he just heard is really related to the song sung by the man who committed suicide on the top floor of Muxi Pavilion?” said the man with gray hands.

"He's the only one who knows this now," said the brown-handed man. "Wait for his answer. We're talking so quietly, he can't possibly hear us."

The Gray Hands said, "But he still hasn't answered me yet. I don't know if he can remember it."

"Ask again." said the man with brown hands.

"Can we interrupt his memories?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Are you okay?" said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hands hummed again, then looked at the man who had said, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is where you and I are different," and said to him, "Have you figured it out?"

The man said, "I don't know the name of the song, but I feel like... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before."

"What tune?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's... almost..." the man said, "Let me think about it."

The Gray Hand Man hummed, then whispered to the Brown Hand Man, "He said he seemed to have heard it. At his age, he couldn't have heard the singing of the Blue Armor Man who committed suicide in the Dusk Pavilion, right?"

"He just couldn't possibly listen to the man himself singing," said the brown-handed man.

"Could he be listening to the same song?" Gray Hand asked, "But if it is the same song, who is singing it?"

"Ask him. Only he can ask this." The brown-handed man said, "Now we have to hold the tree bead while ensuring that the light tube does not change. We can't know anything through magic. Besides, even if we are not in this situation, it would be very difficult to understand what song he is talking about. He just said that it was pitch black here, which does not match the situation here. What he heard must not be an ordinary sound." The gray-handed man said, "Looking at him, he seems to be still recalling."

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, looking at his eyes, he seems to be thinking very seriously, but I don't know if he can figure it out."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Let me ask again."

After saying that, the Gray Hands said to the person who had said, "I don't have the courage, so I didn't ask to go. This is where you and I are different," "Have you figured it out?"

"I've figured it out a little bit," the man replied.

"Tell me about it," said the Gray Hand Man.

The man then hummed the particularly short piece he had come up with.

"No lyrics?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"There are lyrics, but I have no recollection of them at all. I only remember the tune," the man replied.

"So short?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"No...it's not actually that short," the man replied.

"What about the other parts?" Gray Hand asked, "You didn't figure it out?"

"For now... I haven't figured it out yet." The man said, "I'm afraid I remember it wrong, so I can only recall it carefully."

“But it’s so short that I can hardly tell what song it is.” said the man with gray hands.

"Yes, I can't hear it." The man said, "But..."

(End of this chapter)