Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5629 (five thousand six hundred and twenty-nine) twenty-six

The Brown-Handed Man said, "You still have great confidence in our special abilities."

"I feel the same way now," said the Gray Hand Man, "even though you and I have both vomited that out."

The brown-handed man said again, "Yes, I feel the same way now."

"Was there ever a time when you really thought our special abilities would disappear?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

"I have had that too." The Gray Hand Man said, "When was it?"

"Just before I spit that out," the Brown Handed Man said.

"Same." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said again, "Because of what someone said?"

"Yes." said the Gray Hand Man.

"When did you stop thinking our special abilities would disappear?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"I can't tell you exactly when it was." said the man with gray hands.

"It must be after he vomited it out, right?" asked the man with brown hands.

"That's right," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man added, "It seems that you and I are similar in this respect."

Gray Hand Man said, "What do we do now?"

"I want to try again." said the man with brown hands.

"One more 'whoosh'?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

"I think so now." The Gray Hand said, "Although I think the upturned corners of his mouth and eyes may not be related to the 'whooshing' sound we made, I still want to try again."

"Then try it." said the man with brown hands.

"What time?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Two-six?" said the brown-handed man. "Okay." said the gray-handed man.

Only those who have been transformed can understand the way of expressing time described by the gray-handed and brown-handed people. After "nine-nine", they start counting from "one-one".

The brown-handed man asked again, "What about the period before that?"

"Go on." The Gray Hand Man said, "We need to continue observing Shuzhu and him."

"We have always been like this." said the brown-handed man.

“I don’t know how many times this will have to happen.” said the man with gray hands.

"Repeatedly?" asked the brown-handed man.

"We're talking about repetition again." said the man with gray hands.

"This should be our choice, right?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Who knows..." said the Gray Hand Man, "Maybe it was influenced by something else?"

"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "Some things in the world seem to be our own choices, but in fact, there may be some kind of force influencing them, and the chooser may have no choice."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Were you pushed into a certain choice again?"

The Brown-Handed Man said, “That’s true for some things.”

"Do you think what's happening between you and me counts?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's hard to say." The brown-handed man said, "If you and I choose to 'Huhu' again because of some kind of force, then it's fine, but it's not necessarily the case. You and I are not ordinary people, we have both been transformed. Is it more difficult for us to have a choice that truly belongs to us than ordinary people?"

"Maybe." The Gray Hand said, "But now it's different, right? Although you and I are still ordinary people, and we still can't change the fact that we have been transformed, but you and I have already spit it out."

The brown-handed man said, "Spitting that out will mean I can have more control?"

"That sounds unlikely?" said the Gray Hand Man.

"It's hard to say." The brown-handed man said, "What if it's true?"

"If that's true, then spitting that out will be a good thing for you and me?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

(End of this chapter)