Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5049 (Five Thousand and Forty-Nine)
"Yes." The man said, "I feel... this should be it."

"And then, what happened next?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Then… I was… immersed in that… that feeling, like… like being drunk. I kept walking forward, surrounded by green, I was like… like I was drunk… and like I was dreaming, I don’t know… I don’t know what was going on… I was just like that… I was immersed in it… I don’t know how to explain it, it’s just… just… I’m a little… a little nostalgic.” said the man.

"What are you lingering about?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I miss that...that feeling...the feeling of being...being bathed in the sun in the spring...I miss the green grass before my eyes...I miss that...that...air..." the man said.

"When you feel nostalgic, do you still not think about wasting your will?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I didn't expect it... I still didn't expect it, it seems... it seems that my whole body... is immersed in the spring sun." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "You just keep walking forward like that, without thinking about the future?"

“I didn’t think about it.” The man said, “At that time, for me, there was no such thing as the future… I just felt… drunk, like I was in a dream, like… Anyway, I felt like I was floating…”

"Floating?" said the man with gray hands.

When Gray Hand heard the other person say the word "floating", the first thing he thought of was whether it had something to do with magic. Although Gray Hand also thought that the person might just be describing his current state and not necessarily related to magic, he still wanted to ask. After all, Gray Hand was not an ordinary person, so it was normal for him to think of something else when he heard the word "floating".

"Yeah..." the man said, "The feeling of being drunk... the feeling of dreaming..."

The Gray Hand Man found that he could not understand what the man said, so he asked, "Tell me more details."

"It's just... drinking... drinking too much... the feeling... a bit like that." said the man.

The Gray Hand Man whispered to the Brown Hand Man, "What does it feel like when you drink too much?"

The brown-handed man said, “I don’t know.”

The gray-handed man said, "We... have never drunk alcohol." The brown-handed man said, "We can't drink alcohol when we practice that kind of kung fu."

The Gray Hands said, “Before we learned that kind of Kung Fu, we had never drunk alcohol.”

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, but when did it start?"

"Are you asking me if I haven't touched alcohol since I was a child?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Did we have a childhood?" said the Brown-Handed Man.

"I don't know. What's wrong with us? Are we born like this?" The Gray Hand said, "People, ordinary people like them, don't they all grow up like this?"

The Brown Hand said, "That's them, not us."

"Then where did we come from?" Gray Hand asked, "Did we just become what we are now?"

The brown-handed man said, "That's impossible."

"I can't figure it out." said the man with gray hands.

"Can drinking help people think clearly?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I shouldn't be asking you these questions at a time like this. It seems like I'm wasting our time." said the man with gray hands.

"I don't think it's a waste of time." said the man with brown hands.

The man with gray hands said "Oh?" He didn't expect the man with brown hands to say that.

(End of this chapter)