Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5245 (Five Thousand Two Hundred and Forty Five) Single Tone

"It's hard to see clearly, because... this time, the people coming out... have become blurry." The man said, "Also... many people's mouths seem to be... moving."

The Gray Hand Man asked again, "Does everyone seem to be saying something like that?"

"It seems...it seems like that." The man said, "But...but I can't tell who said it."

The Gray Hand asked, "I can't figure out which direction the sound is coming from?"

"That's right, I can't... figure it out at all." The man said, "I can only feel that the sound is purely... coming from that spring, but... but I can't hear who made it."

The Gray Hand said, "Tell me about what happened before. Did those people repeat that sentence in unison?"

"Sometimes it's neat," the man said.

"Sometimes?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Just... repeat that sentence together in an orderly manner... and then... then say it in a scattered manner, then say it in an orderly manner again, and then say it in a scattered manner again, just like this... over and over again... in a cycle." said the man.

"Later, it became that only one person was speaking again, and it was not the person who said it at the beginning. You couldn't figure out what was going on, right?" said the man with gray hands.

"Yes. Later on, it became that only one person was saying it all the time, and that's what I told you... The sound came from that spring, but who made it specifically... I couldn't hear clearly." said the man.

"What's your reaction?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The man said, "I just want to know... who is talking to me. Who is it..."

"Anyone answer?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man.

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

"I didn't... hear it at all." said the man.

"Who answered?" Gray Hand asked, "Is it the same person as before?"

"It wasn't just one person who answered me," said the man.

"Are many people saying this together again?" asked the Gray-Handed Man.

"Yes," the man said. "Not in unison?" the Gray Hands man asked.

"No." The man said, "It's just... each has his own opinion."

"You can't tell what anyone is saying?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes, I... can't hear it at all." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked again: "What about you?"

"I didn't say anything and continued to listen there... for a while." said the man.

"Still can't hear it?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man.

"Has that spring changed?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"At this time... there are no changes." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked again: "What happened next?"

"Then... after a while, when I still couldn't hear what was going on, it finally stopped... from having many people talking at once." the man said.

“Is it just one person speaking again?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right," the man said.

The Gray Hand asked again: "What did you say?"

"A kind of...language I don't understand." said the man.

"What sound did it make? Do you remember it?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I didn't remember it." The man said, "That sound... is not what I usually remember. How should I put it? It's not... not a single sound."

The Gray Hands asked again, "What does it mean that it is not a single tone?"

(End of this chapter)