Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4663 (Four Thousand Six Hundred and Sixty Three) In the Mirror

"Were you worried that he might touch your eyes?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, I am very worried..." the man said, "But...but I am not afraid of him, the man with blue armor. I am particularly worried that his blue nails will touch my eyes. If...if that happens...it will simply...stain my eyes."

"What did you do then?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I told him immediately to wait," the man said.

"Is it the language of that world?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes," the man replied.

The Gray Hand asked again: "What happened to the other party?"

“The other person’s hand… stopped approaching me temporarily.” The man replied, “He asked me if I had finally… figured it out and was finally willing to look into his eyes.”

"What about you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I quickly said yes,” the man said.

“Didn’t his blue-nailed hand continue to move toward your eyes?” the Gray-Handed Man asked.

"Yes, no... moved... he temporarily put down his hands." said the man.

"For now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes.” The man said, “Because… because… although I said yes, I… didn’t actually look into his eyes right away.”

The Gray Hand Man asked again, "Then his two hands came up again?"

"Yes." The man said, "Not only that, he laughed at me again."

"Did he say anything?" the Gray Hands said. "He said..." the man said, "He said with a smile that I... I dared to use my petty mind in front of him... He also said... Don't think that he will relieve my pain just because I say it without doing anything."

"So what happened to you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I...it was at this moment that I...did as he said and looked into his eyes." said the man.

"And then he put his hand down?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right, both hands are put down." said the man.

"Why did he let you look into his eyes?" asked the Gray Hands Man.

"Scare me." said the man.

"Is it terrible?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes. His eyes bulged outwards, and then... they actually... became like two... mirrors, and in each mirror... there was actually... there was actually a person who looked similar to me... The movements of the people in the two mirrors... seemed to be synchronized... they should... they should be reflecting the same person. That's right, there is actually only one person in the two mirrors." said the man.

"Someone similar to you?" The Gray Hand asked, "Is it you?"

"It seems... it seems to be me... because it looks so much like me... I never thought that I would be able to... see someone who looks so much like me... in this situation." The man said, "But... but the person in the mirror's movements... are different from mine... so... so it can't be me."

“Just because the movements are different, are you sure it’s not you?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Of course not!" the man said, "I... I'm not that scary!"

"Why is the person in the mirror scary?" asked the man with gray hands.

"The man in the mirror... he... he actually raised his arms... to a position almost as high as his chin... and his two hands were... just with his fingers diagonally downward... all ten fingers were bent... and the nails were facing me." said the man.

(End of this chapter)