Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5772 (Five Thousand Seven Hundred and Seventy-Two) Part

The brown-handed man said, "Are you going to say that I'm stuck in a pattern again?"

"Does it look like this is happening now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "It doesn't count, does it? I just told the truth. This time it feels like you came early. Are you saying this to adjust the atmosphere again?"

The Gray Hand Man smiled.

"I guessed it was you." said the man with brown hands.

"It suddenly occurred to me that the 'click' sound just now might mean that it's connected?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"You mean the thing in the middle is connected to the 'wings' on both sides without us being able to see it?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "It is possible that this is the case. However, if it does not appear again, it will be difficult for us to confirm whether this is the case."

The Gray Hand Man said again: "Will there be other signs that tell us whether they are connected?"

"That's possible." The brown-handed man said, "If being connected together will lead to other situations, then as long as we see those other situations, we can know that it has changed, right? Maybe it can directly tell us that it is connected together."

"Indeed it is." said the man with gray hands.

At this time, the man with gray hands saw the number clearly.

"I finally see what number it is," said the Gray Hand Man. "It's 'three.'"

"After you see it clearly, does the number disappear?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes, it disappeared very quickly," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked again, "Do you think there will be more passing by?"

"Yes." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "Did you wait long?"

"Not long," said the Gray Hand Man. "I think this time it was very short."

At this moment, several figures flashed past the gray-handed man again.

"Here it comes again. Another part," said the Gray Hand Man. "I mean the number."

"Just watch it first, you'll be able to tell what number it is in a while." said the man with brown hands.

"I think so." The man with gray hands said, "but it may take a little while for me to see the number clearly this time." "Do you think the number is getting smaller this time so you can see it clearly?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes." The Gray Hand said, "It's just too big now. I can only see part of it."

The brown-handed man asked, "Does it take a while for it to get smaller?"

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

"Is the rain starting again?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes, it's coming again." The Gray Hand said, "It's coming from his abdomen."

"It's getting bigger and bigger," said the brown-handed man. "It's dripping, dripping, without any sense of rhythm."

"The sound of rain this time seems normal." said the man with gray hands.

"Just like what you hear when it rains," said the Brown-Handed Man.

“I didn’t expect that at this time, the sound of rain would become normal.” said the man with gray hands.

"Does it mean something?" asked the brown-handed man.

"What aspect?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I haven’t figured it out yet, I was just wondering if there might be any meaning.” said the man with brown hands.

"Do you sense any possible meaning?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "I can't feel it. How about you?"

"I don't feel anything either, not even on the surface." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said again, "The sound of the rain doesn't seem to be getting any louder."

"It hasn't gotten smaller." The Gray Hand Man said, "At this time."

“It’s always been like that,” said the Brown Hand.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "Will this last long?"

"I don't think so this time." The brown-handed man said, "It seems that changes will occur in a moment."

(End of this chapter)