Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5479 (five thousand four hundred and seventy-nine) floating down

“I didn’t hear it clearly, but it felt like I was... communicating with someone in heaven,” the man said.

The Gray Hand asked again, "Could you see him at that time?"

The man said, “I can see it.”

"When the person who said 'needle is stone, stone is needle' just said that to the sky, the densely packed needles in front of your eyes were no longer there?" asked the man with gray hands.

The man said, “Yes, not anymore.”

The Gray Hand asked again: "Can you see the surrounding situation?"

"Still can't." said the man.

"Then how do you know he was speaking to the sky?" asked the Gray-Handed Man.

The man replied: "I was... no longer in the same pain as before, and I couldn't see what was happening around me, but... I saw his face in front of me."

The Gray Hand asked, "Did you look up at him?"

“No.” The man said, “I… lowered my head, but his appearance appeared in front of my eyes, just like… the dense needles that appeared in front of my eyes before.”

The Gray Hand asked: "Even in the dream, what you saw was not the one next to you, but only the one in front of you?"

"Yes." said the man.

"You saw him raising his head?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." The man said, "The one in front of me was...looking up at the sky. But...this is not the only reason why I think he was talking to the sky."

"Any other reason?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Also..." the man said, "I...heard his voice."

"Did you hear the voice coming from the one next to you, or the one in front of you?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's... the sound coming from the guy next to me." said the man.

The man with gray hands asked again: "You judged that he was talking to the sky based on the sound you heard from him next to you and his movements in front of you?" "Yes." said the man.

"Did you think there was someone in the sky at that time?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Maybe... yes." said the man.

"You don't see what's happening in the sky?" asked the man with gray hands.

“It didn’t appear.” The man said, “I remember… in my dream I wanted to see what was happening in the sky.”

The Gray Hand Man asked again, "But you just can't see it?"

The man added: "Yes... I still... tried hard."

"How hard?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"In my dream at that time, I thought... I just thought..." said the man.

"What do you mean?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"How should I put it?" the man said, "I just tried to think carefully. I wanted to see what he was looking at... I wanted to see the sky. I thought it would be useful to think like this."

"But it didn't work?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Still haven't seen it." The man said, "Of course, my idea is not urgent. If it is urgent enough... maybe..."

At this point, the man denied his previous thought and said, "It's hard to say... It's just a dream... Since it's a dream... It doesn't mean that the more I think about it, the greater the possibility of it coming true."

"And then?" the Gray Hand asked. "What happened after the man spoke to the sky?"

The man replied: "All of a sudden...blue nails just...fell from the sky."

"Did it float down?" asked the Gray Hand Man. "Like catkins?"

(End of this chapter)