Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5949 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty Nine) Absorb

Gray Hand said, "What?"

"Break it." said the man with brown hands.

"Break the repetitive state?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hands continued, "After the fire was put out, it returned to its original state, was put out again, and then returned to its original state. How did this repetition stop? Why did it turn into mud? I just heard this, and it doesn't seem to make much sense for me to ask this."

The brown-handed man said, "In a place like this, in an environment like this, sometimes things that don't make sense seem to make sense."

"You say that because you are stuck in a pattern," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Is this considered a trap?" the brown-handed man asked, "What mode am I trapped in?"

The Gray Hand Man said, "It's something that obviously doesn't make sense, but just because I asked you, you said it makes sense."

The brown-handed man said, "You heard all that? I didn't even mention you."

"I heard it," said the Gray Hand Man, "and I heard it very clearly."

"Perhaps it just stopped repeating all of a sudden?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It's possible." said the man with gray hands.

"What about us?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Do you think we can learn anything from this?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's what I mean." said the man with brown hands.

"Are we suddenly going to stop repeating ourselves?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"How?" asked the brown-handed man.

"We are still repeating ourselves, and it seems difficult to control the repetition," said the Gray Hand Man.

"In fact, isn't it difficult to control the repetition of putting out fire with water?" asked the brown-handed man.

"How can this be considered difficult to control when there is no trace of it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "It's just that it's hard to stop repeating, and it's hard to control." The gray-handed man said, "Could it be that we are just imagining it?"

"The feeling just now was so obvious. It shouldn't be as simple as we imagined, right?" asked the brown-handed man.

"That's right." The Gray Hand Man said, "You have a point."

The brown-handed man said, "Then can we say that the situation just now was out of control?"

"It seems possible." said the man with gray hands.

The Brown-Handed Man asked, "If you want to learn something from something that seems to make no sense, then think about it carefully."

"Do you insist?" asked the man with gray hands, smiling.

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "In this situation, my mentality is actually to insist on having it."

"To be honest, I am the same." said the man with gray hands.

"Then why were you smiling so obviously just now?" asked the man with brown hands.

“When you said ‘I must’, I knew you were right about my situation,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"I'm talking about myself." said the man with brown hands.

"You and I are in the same situation." The Gray Hand Man said, "Then let's use our imagination to our heart's content. Who knows, maybe we will understand something after imagining this."

"What could turn into black mud like that?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

“The black mud exists by itself,” said the man with gray hands.

"I also think it exists." The brown-handed man said, "but before, I only knew that water would put out fire, and I didn't really think black mud existed."

Gray Hand Man said: "Can this be thought of as emphasizing that just because you don't notice something doesn't mean it doesn't exist?"

"You can think of it that way." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hands asked, "Where is the firewood stick? Where did it come from? Did it exist before? Did it not burn out?"

"I just thought of this, but it doesn't seem right." The brown-handed man replied.

(End of this chapter)