Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4791 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Ninety-One) Look at the Hand

"Got it." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Don't you want to take a look?" the man asked the man with gray hands.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "What are you looking at? Your fist?"

The man said, "Yeah, this way... this way we can understand how big that thing was when it first came out."

"You are an ordinary person. How big of a difference can there be in the size of ordinary people's fists? As soon as you tell me, I know they are about the same size." The man with gray hands said, "Besides, I don't need to know so much details."

The man with gray hands actually felt a little strange and was curious why that person wanted him to see his fist. At this time, he thought that the man might want to know what was wrong with his fist and let the man with gray hands see it.

The man with gray hands did not feel the need to do what the man said. He just wanted to keep asking questions. Even if he really saw the man's fist later, he did not want to tell him that he had already seen it.

At this time, the Brown Hand Man whispered to the Gray Hand Man, "I have looked at his fist, there is nothing unusual."

After hearing this, Gray Hands felt more reassured, thinking that he would not miss anything at all.

The brown-handed man whispered to the gray-handed man, "Why did he let you see his fist? Do you think it's strange?"

"I think he himself wants to know what's happening to his hands now. After all, he said before that he had entered that person's world and encountered those things in that world. Is he worried that his fingernails will really turn blue?" said the man with gray hands.

"It's very possible." The brown-handed man said, "Then is it possible that he mixed up the things in that world with the things here?"

"It's not impossible." The gray-handed man said, "Looking at his current condition, he seems to be worried about the impact of what happened in that world on him in this world." The brown-handed man said, "That's possible. Why don't you ask him how he feels about his fists now, or ask him about his fingernails directly? Do you think it's necessary?"

"Let me ask." said the man with gray hands.

So the Gray Hand Man 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 asked, "What do you think of your hands?"

"Ah?" The man didn't expect someone to ask this and was a little scared.

The Gray Hand Man saw that the man was scared and was worried that he would be unable to communicate normally because of fear, so he said, "Don't be afraid, I'm just asking. Because you asked me to see your hand, and although I haven't seen it yet, I want to know what you think."

"I... I didn't... I didn't think much about it... I just wanted to let him take a look... If... If you can tell me what my hand looks like now... I... I will know." The man said. Because of fear, he actually expressed his intention to let the Gray Hand Man take a look at what his hand looked like at that time.

"I'm asking what you think your hands look like," said the Gray Hand Man. "I'll say it again. You don't have to be afraid."

“Oh…oh…” the man said, “I think…my hand…is it…I think…that…that…”

The man hesitated and didn't say anything right away.

"Are you worried about something?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Yeah...yes." The man said, "I'm really...really worried."

(End of this chapter)