Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5051 (Five Thousand and Fifty One) Drunk

"After drinking too much...it's...it's...how should I put it...it's different every time." said the man.

"Not to mention every time. Didn't you say that you felt drunk under the spring sun that time?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Yes," the man replied.

"Then you don't have to worry about how you feel when you're drunk at other times. Just describe the feeling that's most similar to the feeling you get when you're drunk under the spring sun." The Gray Hand Man said, "Is that clear to me?"

The man said, "Clear, clear. I say..."

"Go ahead." said the man with gray hands.

"That feeling... is... as if... I don't know where I am... as if my feet can... can leave the ground." The man said, "When I walk forward, sometimes... it seems that I am not stepping on the ground... or... sometimes I can occasionally step on the ground but... it's not that solid... It's like... it's like I'm stepping on cotton."

The Gray-Handed Man knew clearly that this was just the description of an ordinary person, but since he was not an ordinary person, he first thought of magic. He was about to ask the other party, but then he felt that he seemed to be overthinking.

Just when the Gray Hands thought that the drunken feeling the man was talking about had nothing to do with the spell, he still couldn't help but asked, "Do you think you were under a spell at that time?"

"Ah?" The man was stunned and frowned, because he really didn't expect the man with gray hands to say such a thing.

"No." The man said, "At that time I... I was... on the way... I hadn't reached the man who could cast the spell yet."

The Gray Hand said, "Oh, it's okay, go on." The man felt a little uneasy and asked the Gray Hand, "Do you think... do you think I met someone else who can cast spells on the road?"

"I didn't say that. I didn't think of that." said the man with gray hands.

"Oh... then... that's good... don't you have any evidence to prove that I was under a spell? Then... then I'll feel more at ease." The man said, "You know a lot, don't you? Some of the things you think of... some of the things you think of may be beyond my imagination."

"I didn't think much of it." The Gray Hand Man said, "It's OK as long as you don't feel like someone cast a spell on you on the road."

"I myself... I myself... Anyway, I never felt it before, and never even thought about it... I never thought about it." said the man.

"Do you feel it now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“I… didn’t think so either.” The man said, “It’s just because you asked that… that I… thought of it. I… didn’t think so either.”

"What you said was like the feeling of being drunk. It was purely the feeling you had in the real world at that time, right?" Gray Hand said, "You just used the metaphor of being drunk to better describe to me how you felt in the real world at that time, right?"

"Yes, yes... completely... completely like that." The man said, "You are completely right. I... didn't mean anything else, and I didn't feel like anyone cast a spell on me on the road. I was just... just making an analogy, just to describe it clearly to you."

(End of this chapter)