Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5449 (Five Thousand Four Hundred and Forty-Nine) Thorns

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Why can't you move?"

“That thick fog was like... like a cage, trapping my hands inside.” said the man.

"Is it impossible to break free?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes,” the man said, “I have… tried very hard to… break free, but… it’s useless. I can’t move, and my fingers hurt. At that moment, I suspected that there were thorns in the thick fog, and my fingers were nailed to the ground by the thorns in the fog.”

The Gray Hand asked, "What happened next?"

"Then... I asked him what happened to my hand." said the man.

"Did he tell you?" asked the Gray Hand.

"No." The man said, "He said... I just said I don't need to watch it, do I still think I don't need to watch it now?"

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

"I answered." The man said, "I said I no longer think so... I don't need to look."

The Gray Hand asked, "Where's he?"

"He asked me if I wanted to know what my fingers looked like now," the man said.

"What did you say?" said the man with gray hands.

"I said... yes." said the man.

"Did he show it to you?" asked the Gray Hand.

"No." The man said, "He asked me to guess what my fingers look like now."

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

"I guessed." The man said, "I wonder... maybe he was nailed down by something."

"Did he tell you now?" asked the Gray Hand.

The man said again: "No. He asked me...what else I felt."

The Gray Hand asked, "What did you tell him?"

The man said, "I said I felt my hands were nailed to the ground by thorns in the thick fog." The man with the gray hand said, "What did he say?"

"He asked me...why I thought it was a thorn." said the man.

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

“I answered.” The man said, “I said because… I felt it.”

The Gray Hand asked, "What happened next?"

The man said, "Then...he asked me what color I thought my nails were now."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Did you answer him in your dream?"

"I answered him." The man said, "I said... my nails should turn white."

The Gray Hand asked, "Did he say so?"

"He didn't say," the man said. "He asked me...why I thought it should turn white."

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

"I said... because the fog was too thick. Such thick white fog trapped my fingers like a cage, and it would probably dye my nails the same color as... the fog." The man said, "I didn't finish my words."

"What else do you want to say?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"In my dream... I wanted to say a lot of things, but... but it was so painful at the time, my body was hurting all over, so I couldn't continue." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked again: "Do you remember what you wanted to say?"

"I don't remember." said the man.

"This dream left a deep impression on you, didn't it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes... I was deeply impressed." The man said, "But I don't remember what I wanted to say at the time."

"Do you know why you don't remember?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Given how deeply I remember this dream, I think... the reason is probably... I couldn't figure out what I wanted to say in the dream. I just knew... I wanted to say a lot of things." said the man.

(End of this chapter)