Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5780 (five thousand seven hundred and eighty)
The Gray Hand said: "No matter how the number changes, it never leaves the green yarn."

The brown-handed man said, "You see that it is closely connected to the green yarn?"

"Yes." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked again, "How long has it been sticking to the green yarn?"

"Not really." The Gray Hand Man replied.

"No?" asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand said, "It jumped up."

"Then wouldn't that give you the opportunity to see what size it is?" said the brown-handed man.

"I can't see clearly." said the man with gray hands.

"You're still not able to see clearly when you change the angle?" the brown-handed man asked, "Does it change its angle with you?"

"Yes," said the Gray-Handed Man, "it always showed me sideways."

"Wait a minute, you just said it jumped up, does that mean it has escaped from the green gauze?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Not really." said the Gray Hands Man, "It picked up some of the green yarn as well. There are only a few of them."

The brown-handed man asked, "How many strands of green yarn are holding it?"

"Yes." The Gray-Handed Man said, "What does it look like? The number seems to be controlled by the green yarn. When it is close to the green yarn, the green yarn directly controls it. When it is some distance away from the green yarn, the green yarn controls it through those threads."

"That sounds quite like myself," said the brown-handed man.

"Like you?" asked the Gray Hand Man. "Who is controlling you?"

"You know," said the Brown Hand.

"Yeah, I know." The Gray Hand Man said, "You think it looks like you, and I think it looks like me."

"That's us," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man asked, "We are like that number, then who is like the green yarn?"

"Yes." said the man with brown hands, "even if we are not with him, he is still controlling us." "Not just with magic." said the man with gray hands.

"There are also spiritual aspects." said the brown-handed man.

“We never thought much about this before,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "Even though I think so now, it doesn't mean I'm out of that person's control."

The Gray Hand said, "We have already directly said 'he' many times just now."

"Sometimes we still say 'that so-and-so'." said the man with brown hands.

"I think every moment feels different," Gray Hand said. "Sometimes I say 'that person', and other times, as if I suddenly have more courage, I just say 'him'."

The brown-handed man said, "Sometimes, he didn't even think about whether to say 'that person' or 'he', and just blurted out one of them at random."

The Gray Hand said: "Our words can probably reflect our status."

The brown-handed man said, "This period of time counts."

"We are in such an environment." said the gray-handed man.

"Yeah." The brown-handed man said, "If it were before, our words would hardly reflect our status."

"Before, were our words what we wanted to say?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Maybe I thought so at that time." said the man with brown hands.

"I used to think so," said the Gray Hand Man. "In fact, I might be saying what others are saying, or what others want me to say."

“And it doesn’t feel strange.” said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Is it because we accepted the transformation at that time and were not in a special environment like we are now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Probably." The brown-handed man said, "At least during this period of time, I should have said what I wanted to say, right? In fact, this is not easy to figure out."

(End of this chapter)