Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5932 Crushed

Chapter 5932 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Thirty-Two) Crushed

The Gray Hand said, "You suddenly feel it again, don't you?"

"Yes, it is very obvious." The Brown-Handed Man replied.

"Surface feeling?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

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

"Are you looking forward to feeling the deeper feelings now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Of course I'm looking forward to it. It's been so long, but he doesn't show up." said the man with brown hands.

"Are there any changes in front of your eyes now?" asked the man with gray hands.

"No," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Listen." said the man with gray hands.

"You mean about the noise coming from his belly?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man.

"The sound of dry leaves." said the man with brown hands.

“Although it’s still the sound of dry leaves, it gives me a completely different feeling,” said the man with gray hands.

"What's the difference?" The brown-handed man said, "I also heard there is a difference. I want to hear if what you say is the same as what I feel."

Gray Hand said: "The difference is that just now I felt that the sound of dry leaves was made by dry leaves of various colors, but now I feel that the dry leaves are only made by brown leaves."

The brown-handed man said, "It feels the same."

The Gray Hand said, "This is my superficial feeling."

"It's mine, too," said the Brown-Handed Man.

Gray Hand Man said: "Why is this happening? Are we overthinking because of the color of the tree beads, or should we think this way?"

"I think it's more likely that we should think so," said the brown-handed man.

"Is this what Shuzhu is trying to tell us?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Very likely," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "In this form?"

"Yes." said the brown-handed man, "Of course I came up with this."

The Gray Hand said, "The sound of the brown dry leaves is getting louder."

"There are other noises in there," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"I heard it." The Gray Hand said, "Just now it was just the sound of leaves rubbing against each other, but now I seem to hear the sound of leaves crushing."

"That's the sound." The brown-handed man said, "I seemed to see a bunch of brown leaves gathered together and then being squeezed and broken." The gray-handed man said, "It seemed to be squeezing continuously."

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, it's still squeezing and breaking."

“I wonder how long this sound will last.” said the Gray Hand Man.

"Have they been broken to the point where there are no more leaves to squeeze?" asked the man with the brown hands.

"How many dried brown leaves do you think there are?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I can't think of it." said the man with brown hands.

"No superficial feeling either?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Not at all," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "I want to ask him."

"Let me ask." said the man with brown hands.

"I suddenly want to ask something else." said the man with gray hands.

"What do you want to ask?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Ask him if he can hear the sound of dry leaves," said the Gray Hand Man.