Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5448 (Five Thousand Four Hundred and Forty-Eight) Back of the Hand

The Gray Hand asked again, "Did he say anything else to you after hearing this?"

The man said: "He asked me...why I said I might not be able to leave."

The Gray Hand asked, "How did you answer?"

"I answered...because he asked me, I would...think so." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked again, "What did he do after hearing this?"

“He asked me if I was… If he hadn’t asked, I would have assumed I could leave,” the man said.

The Gray Hand said, "What did you say?"

"I said, no." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "Where's he?"

"He asked me to say it again... to say again that I am a blue-armored man." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "Did you say that?"

"I said it." said the man.

"Did you feel uncomfortable when you said that in your dream?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the man.

The Gray Hand asked, "Are you speaking smoothly?"

"It's still... quite smooth." The man said, "I'm just pretending in front of him."

The Gray Hand Man asked: "In your dream, do you know that you are pretending?"

"Yes." said the man.

"Don't you feel anything is wrong?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I don't think so." said the man.

"Does it have anything to do with your usual habit of pretending?" asked the man with gray hands.

"It does matter." The man said, "I am used to pretending normally, but... not in this case."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "How did he react after you said those words smoothly?"

The man said, "He then asked me what color my fingernails were and asked me to tell him."

The Gray Hand said, "Did you say that?"

"Yes," the man said, "I said it was blue." "What did he say?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"He asked me if I had seen it," the man said.

"Did you read it before you answered?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"No." The man said, "Firstly, it hurts so much that I really don't have the heart to watch it. Secondly, I really don't want to watch it."

"How did you answer him?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I said I...didn't see it." said the man.

"How did he react?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

“He asked me why I answered without reading it,” the man said.

"Did you tell him the truth?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"No." The man said, "I told her... I just... because I felt that I was a blue-armored man, I thought... I didn't need to watch it."

The Gray Hand asked, "What did he say again?"

"He said...I should take a look." said the man.

"Did you watch it this time?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I saw it." The man said, "I was shocked."

"Why?" Gray Hand asked, "Isn't it blue?"

"The scary thing is... I don't even know what color my nails are right now." said the man.

"Why is this happening?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Because... because I can only see the backs of my hands and can't see my fingers at all." said the man.

"What's going on?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Because my ten...fingers are all covered with a layer of fog, a very thick fog." said the man.

"The thick fog blocked your nails, so you can't see the color of them?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The man said, "I can't even see my fingers, let alone the color of my nails."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "Is this what you did?"

"I wanted to... try to move my hands, but... I couldn't move them at all." said the man.

(End of this chapter)