Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5760 (Five Thousand Seven Hundred and Sixty) Corn
The brown-handed man said, "You are still so determined this time."

The Gray Hand Man said, “That’s how determined I am.”

"We can't do what we wanted to do just now for the time being." asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand said, "Anyway, it's not something that needs to be done. If you can do it, do it. If you can put it off for a while, if something changes and it becomes unsuitable to do it, then you don't have to do it."

"I just don't know what the change is." The brown-handed man said, "Now that you mention 'change', I have a bad feeling."

The Gray Hand Man said, "You are not the only one who has it."

"You and I are just like that, it's just superficial feeling, right?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes." The Gray Hand Man said, "It's a superficial feeling, but it's the kind that I can believe."

The brown-handed man added, “When we don’t know what to believe, we will naturally believe in our superficial feelings.”

"It seems like we have mentioned this topic more than once?" asked the man with gray hands.

"It really is." The brown-handed man said, "It seems we are still trapped."

The Gray Hand Man said, "It seems difficult to get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Gray Hand Man saw the number again and said, "Here it comes again, this time it's 'three'."

The brown-handed man asked, "Are there any more behind?"

"I don't know either." said the man with gray hands.

"Oh?" said the brown-handed man, "Isn't it possible to still feel the surface this time?"

"Indeed it is not." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked again, "Do you think there is more?"

The Gray Hand Man said, “I didn’t even sense this tendency this time.”

"It appears again," said the Brown-Handed Man, "the area above the tree bead."

"I saw it too," said the Gray Hand Man, "this time the 'wings' and the thing in the middle appeared at the same time." "The color of the wings seems to have returned to its previous color," said the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right, I don't know what happened just now." said the man with brown hands.

"Maybe the gray is just a transition?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's very likely," said the brown-handed man. "The thing in the middle is still white."

The Gray Hand Man said, "It's bigger than before."

"Yes. It is no longer leaf-shaped." said the man with brown hands.

"What does it look like now?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Like the shape of corn," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes, it looks like corn, with the ears facing upwards," said the Gray Hand Man.

"I feel like that's an ear of corn," said the brown-handed man, "even though I know it can't be."

The Gray Hand Man asked, "What could that be?"

"I don't know." The Gray Hand said, "I can only tell you what it looks like, but I can't really tell you what it is."

"It expanded, but still didn't touch the white 'wings' on the left and right." said the brown-handed man.

Gray Hand Man said: "The distance between the two 'wings' has increased again."

"Yes, they must have grown bigger," said the brown-handed man. "They moved when we couldn't see them?"

"I think so." The Gray Hand Man said, "Speaking of this, I have thought of something related to the two we just vomited out."

The brown-handed man said, "I thought of that, too. You go first."

The Gray Hand said, "This is a possibility... When the 'wings' move, we just can't see them, but they exist. Could it be that the two we just spit out are also always hanging in the air, but you and I can't see them?"

(End of this chapter)