Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5408 (Five Thousand Four Hundred and Eight) There is a Needle
"Does it have anything to do with the green water that sprayed on you before?" asked the man with gray hands.

"It seems..." The man thought for a moment and said, "Now that you mention it, I feel... there might be a connection."

The Gray Hand Man said, "What's the connection?"

"Probably... I didn't feel anything when the green water sprayed on me, but after a while, the green water would... cause me to feel like needles pricking my back?" the man said, "I don't know if it is true, but... it might be like this."

Just after saying this, the man felt something was wrong and asked, "But... why is it only the back?"

The Gray Hand Man said, "You think it's not true now?"

"I don't think so. Even now... I still can't figure out whether it is true or not." The man said, "After all... the green water didn't just spray on my back, it also touched other parts of my body, but... I just felt like needles were pricking my back, not other parts of my body."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "If it wasn't caused by the green water, what else do you think could have happened?"

The man thought for a moment and said, "Maybe... it has something to do with my posture?"

"Tell me more details," said the man with gray hands.

"Is it that the green water...will only make me feel like a needle pricking me...when I'm lying in mid-air?" the man said.

Just at this point, the man felt that this explanation did not make sense, and added: "But...what happened later made me feel that it was not the case."

"What happened next?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Later... I was washed up by another stream of green water. At that time... I still felt like there were needles pricking my back." The man said, "If, as I said before, the green water would only make me feel like there were needles pricking me when I was lying in mid-air, then... after the other stream of green water washed me up, I... was no longer lying down, but I could still feel the needles pricking me."

"Could it be that when you lie in midair, you can feel the needle pricking you, and once you feel it, the feeling will continue, and even if you stand up later, the feeling of being pricked by the needle will not disappear?" the gray-handed man asked. "This..." the man thought for a moment and said, "It's not impossible."

The Gray Hand Man asked, “Do you think this is likely?”

The man said, "It doesn't seem that big... I don't know what's going on. This... seems hard to guess."

Gray Hand Man said, "Have you ever had any experience with needle sticks before?"

The man said, "Let me think about it."

The Gray Hand Man said, “Think about it.”

The man began to think.

The Gray Hand Man took this opportunity to whisper to the Brown Hand Man, "Did he almost become unable to communicate normally again last time?"

The brown-handed man whispered, "I think so. He looked very dangerous. Fortunately, you changed the subject quickly. I was about to interrupt him. His eyes looked very similar to the time when he was unable to communicate normally with others."

The Gray Hand said, "I think so too. Now, perhaps whenever he thinks of certain things that happened in the past, he will easily become nervous and fearful and unable to communicate normally with others."

"That is to say, he might be like before," said the brown-handed man.

(End of this chapter)