Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5948 (five thousand nine hundred and forty-eight) and mud

The Gray Hand Man said, "Listen."

"It has changed again." said the man with brown hands.

"Water no longer puts out fires?" asked the Gray Hand.

“That’s what I heard,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

"What did you hear?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's probably the sound of kneading mud." said the man with brown hands.

“It’s just like I can see the color of the mud.” said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, “Me too.”

"What color do you imagine the mud to be?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's black." said the man with brown hands.

"That's what I thought." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man added, "The mud is still very thick."

The Gray Hand said, "It's very sticky."

"What do you think is like mud?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"A stick of firewood," said the Gray Hand Man.

"I feel exactly the same as you do," said the brown-handed man, "and I still find it strange."

"Why?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Because the firewood was burned before." The man with brown hands laughed.

"You're also connecting the previous with the later." said the man with gray hands.

"Yes, it's impossible not to connect them." said the man with brown hands.

The gray-handed man said, "That's right. Since the firewood has been burned, where did the firewood stick come from? The main thing is that I feel that the firewood stick is still very solid."

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, you feel the same as I do."

"And it looks like the firewood was just chopped." The gray-handed man said, "It hasn't been stored for long, so it's very strong."

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "If it weren't for that sturdy firewood stick, I'm afraid it wouldn't be possible to stir such sticky black mud."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Now listening to that sound, it seems to be stirring faster and faster."

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, I don't know how fast it can get." The gray-handed man said, "I think we may not hear this kind of sound for a while."

"Is it your surface feeling again?" the brown-handed man asked, "or your deep feeling?"

"It's a surface feeling." said the Gray Hand Man.

"How long will it take?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand said, "I really can't answer this at the moment."

The brown-handed man said again, "Will you feel it soon?"

“Maybe you’ll be the first one to feel it later.” The man with gray hands said with a smile.

"Do you think I can feel it?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Like." The Gray Hand Man said with a smile.

"Okay." The brown-handed man said, "Just like what you said, I can't help it."

The Gray Hand Man laughed again.

"Why are you laughing so loudly?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Finally you stopped telling me what I've gotten myself into." said the man with gray hands.

“Just because I don’t tell you doesn’t mean you’re not trapped.” The man with brown hands laughed.

"You're in if you're in," the Gray Hand Man said.

The brown-handed man said again, "Okay, I'm in there, it's fine."

"Is it really appropriate for you to answer like that?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's appropriate." The brown-handed man smiled, "Since you are in it too, it's of course good."

"Don't you think you're getting back to where you were just now?" the Gray Hand asked.

"I think so." The brown-handed man said, "Anyway, you and I repeat this over and over again."

"Repeat..." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Are you thinking about what happened just now?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes." The Gray Hand Man said, "What we just said is that after the fire is extinguished, it returns to its state before it is extinguished, is extinguished again, and then returns to its state before it is extinguished again. This is repetition."

The brown-handed man said, "Now that you mention it, I have thought of something else."

(End of this chapter)