Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5257 (five thousand two hundred and fifty-seven) Silence

“Do you think you think this way because you’ve been influenced by something?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Influence..." the man said, "I can't really explain it. People... live in a specific environment... they are always affected by various things."

The brown-handed man whispered to the gray-handed man, "He looks like he's been affected by a demon, and... it doesn't seem to be targeting him alone."

The Gray Hand said, "I think so too. I'll continue asking."

After the brown-handed man said "hmm", the gray-handed man asked the man, "What happened next?"

"Then...there was no sound." said the man.

"No sound?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"The crying sound of the child suddenly stopped..." the man said, "Now that I think about it... it's quite scary."

"Why do you feel scared?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Because... at that moment, I felt that the child's crying suddenly stopped not because his needs were met, but... because something... happened to the child." said the man.

"What do you think happened to the kid?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Probably… because… because his needs were not met… he died.” The man said, “He could be scared to death by the darkness, or frozen to death by the cold, or of course… he could starve to death… Anyway… it’s not a good thing. When I think of these, I feel a chill all over my body.”

The Gray Hand asked again, "Are you really thinking about that child according to your own needs?"

“Yes.” The man said, “But… but there are some differences. For example… I wasn’t… hungry at the time, but I wondered if the child was hungry.” After saying this, the man felt that it was not quite appropriate to say “different”, so he quickly added: “Also… can’t be said to be different… Now that I think about it… it seems… there is still a connection.”

"What connection?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I was thinking... maybe the child was hungry... maybe, maybe it has something to do with my desire to pull spring over." said the man.

"What does it matter?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I feel now... I... I want to pull spring over here... The feeling is similar to... wanting to eat..." said the man.

"Is this your most important need?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The man said, "How should I put it... this... if I have to explain it clearly... I don't know how to guess it clearly. Well... let me put it this way... it's like I seem to have been feeling... hungry for spring for a long time."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Do you think you need spring just as much as you need food?"

The man said, "Yes... you can say that. That kind of need... seems very urgent."

After saying this, the man felt a little embarrassed again, and quickly said: "This seems... even more shameful."

The Gray Hand said, "I didn't say it was shameful."

The man said, "You don't need me to tell you. I know it very well. It's shameful. I thought of these two situations together. I need to eat. It's my instinct. I feel the same way about spring. That proves what I said before. It's instinct. I need that kind of spring. It's also my instinct. It's shameful to say these two things are similar for no reason."

(End of this chapter)