Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5477 (five thousand four hundred and seventy-seven) Deeply Rooted

Because he suddenly realized the danger, the man with gray hands didn't dare to ask any more questions. He was glad and became more curious than before. He wanted to know why, after he had passed the stage where he could casually mention things related to his father without any danger, he didn't seem to be affected when he talked about things related to the past again and said things like assuming that the consequences had already happened. Not only that, the man even asked himself whether the environment here had changed.

Fearing that something more serious might be going on, the Gray Hands man controlled himself and did not continue asking questions. He just said, "Go on and tell me about your dream. The heart you saw in your dream was similar to your own heart, and those blue nails were digging at your heart. Then what happened?"

The man thought for a moment and said, "It was the man who said 'The needle is the stone, the stone is the needle' who asked those people... questions."

"What's the question?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I...can't hear...clearly." said the man.

"In your dream, did you feel that he was speaking a language you couldn't understand?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I... don't know. The clarity isn't enough for me to tell whether what he said is a language I can understand." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked again, "Did the scene you saw change when they spoke?"

"There is no major change. If there is any change, then it can be said that there is some change." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "What does this mean?"

"What I see before my eyes is always those blue nails digging at my heart. I don't see anything else. This... is what I mean by no major changes. If there is any change, why do I say... it is a change? It is because... the situation of those blue nails digging at my heart has changed." said the man.

"What changes?" asked the Gray Hand Man. The man said, "The changes are... at first... the nails that scratched me were not that long, but later... they grew longer and longer, piercing deeper and deeper into my heart. Some nails grew to the point of piercing through my heart. Even if they pierced through, they would return along the original path, change direction... and continue scratching."

"Keep digging? No more penetration?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Not necessarily." The man said, "Some nails that once pierced my heart, after being pulled out from my heart along the same path, will only scratch but not penetrate. But... other nails... will still pierce my heart again and pierce it... But... when they pierce is not certain. The interval between some piercings is very long, and for others... very short. Most nails will not pierce my heart more than twice."

"You saw all of this clearly?" Gray Hand asked, "From the beginning to the end?"

"Yes... I can see it very clearly. The more I look at it, the more painful it becomes," the man said.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "How long has this lasted? Don't you know? In your dream, you still can't tell the time clearly?"

“Yes,” the man said, “but I feel like… decades have passed.”

The Gray Hand asked, "Decades? Are you just exaggerating, or did you really feel that decades had passed?"

"It really feels like decades have passed!" the man said, "It's not an exaggeration... description."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Did you actually have a sense of time during that time?"

(End of this chapter)