Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4792 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Ninety-Two) Four Feet

"Just tell me what you're worried about," said the Gray Hand Man.

"I'm worried about what might happen to my...nails," the man replied.

"What changes?" asked the man with gray hands.

The man said, "I'm just worried that...my nails will...turn...blue."

"Because of what happened in that world before?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man.

The Gray Hand Man said, "Do you think what happened in that world would cause your hands to turn blue in this world as well?"

The man thought for a moment and replied, "Actually... it doesn't seem to make sense to think this way..."

"You suddenly think so?" said the man with gray hands.

"But... I'm still... afraid in my heart." the man replied.

"Does this fear have a big impact on you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"But... maybe." said the man.

The Gray Hand Man felt that there was no need to avoid looking at his hands at this time, so he took a look at his two hands and said, "There is no change in your hands."

The man felt relieved after hearing what the Gray Hand Man said, and said, "That's good... That's good."

The Gray Hand asked, "The triangular thing you mentioned appeared from behind that person. Was that person facing you or facing away from you at that time?"

"Yes...it's facing me." the man replied.

"Then how did you see that thing appear behind him?" asked the man with gray hands.

“I don’t think I explained it clearly just now.” The man said, “That thing… rose up from behind him. It didn’t rise until it… rose to a position higher than his head, and then I… saw it.”

The Gray Hand Man said, "Then when you said that thing was about the same size as your fist, where was it?"

"Just when it was completely exposed from the top of his head." The man replied. "What changes happened then?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Then... the thing with four sides continued to rise, and as it rose... it continued to grow larger." said the man.

"How big did it get in the end?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's become...it's almost as big as my head." said the man.

"How high?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Almost...almost above that person's head...about four feet...I can only say it's almost..." the man replied.

"And then what happened?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Then... the man asked me if I knew what this was." said the man.

"Did you answer?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I answered." The man said, "I was afraid I'd said something wrong... so I said I didn't know."

"Have you actually figured out what it is?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The man said, "Not only did I figure it out, but... I guessed it right."

"What did the other party say after you answered?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Why don't I...I...say what I'm thinking?" said the man.

"What about you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I...I told him...because I was afraid I'd say the wrong thing." The man said, "After all, I'm not sure if that...that is what I think it is."

"Did he say anything?" asked the Gray Hand.

"What he said... is normal. After all, I... I am a cowardly fool." said the man.

(End of this chapter)