Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5116 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Sixteen) Star Curtain

The brown-handed man said, "Could it be that the impression we had of ordinary people during that period of time just now was the same impression we had when we were children?"

The Gray Hand said, "That should be it."

Just as the brown-handed man said this, the gray-handed man seemed to have thought of something and said, "When we were young... ordinary people... those people gave us a different impression than the ordinary people we met later. Could it be because of time?"

The brown-handed man thought for a moment and said, "Maybe. People's situations are different at different times. But I vaguely feel that this is not the only reason."

The Gray Hand asked, "Any other reason?"

"I feel that many aspects are different." said the brown-handed man.

"What do you mean?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I don't know how to put it, it's just the whole environment or something like that." The brown-handed man said, "and various aspects."

“I can probably understand what you’re saying.” said the Gray Hand Man.

At this moment, the tree bead changed again.

The sky filled with stars of various colors connected together to form a large area like a big curtain. In the star curtain there are shadows of various people, like all kinds of people in the world.

The starry sky was very bright. Although it was made up of stars, its light was like sunlight.

The night seemed to have disappeared long ago, or rather, it felt as if there was no distinction between day and night, and it was always bright.

"Will the tree bead continue to shine like this?" the man with brown hands asked the man with gray hands.

"Wasn't it night?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

"It looks like daytime," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Is it daybreak?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Just now I thought it was daybreak, but now I don't think so." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man asked, "What do you think is going on now?"

The Gray Hand said, "Now, I feel as if even after a while, it won't be night there anymore." The Brown Hand said, "Yeah, I feel the same way, what's going on?"

The Gray Hand Man said, "My feeling is that there is no longer any day or night there."

"Is it still daytime?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It's possible." The Gray Hand Man said, "Of course, this may just be a reflection of what he is thinking."

The Brown-Handed Man said, "Why does he think this is the case?"

The Gray Hand said, "I don't understand either."

The brown-handed man said, "I think that the stars just now connected together, and it no longer looked like night."

Gray Hand Man said, "Yeah, I feel the same way."

The brown-handed man said, "That is to say, maybe in his mind, when spring comes, there is a beautiful night, and then there is no night anymore?"

The Gray Hand Man said, “But it doesn’t seem to make sense.”

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, logically speaking, he shouldn't like that."

"He was once cast under a spell by that man. Could it be that this is the effect?" asked the Gray Hand Man again.

The brown-handed man said, "That's very possible. He hasn't spoken for such a long time, and I don't know what's wrong with him."

As soon as the brown-handed man finished speaking, the other man spoke.

"Night...night..." said the man.

"Night?" the Gray Hand said. "He said night?"

"You heard it right," said the Brown-Handed Man. "It's the night."

The Gray Hand Man said, "It's clearly daytime, why did he say it's night?"

(End of this chapter)