Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5777 (five thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven) becomes heavy

The brown-handed man said, "I guess so, but even if it's just seeking benefits and avoiding harm, I think my behavior is quite strange."

"I think so too. I seek benefits and avoid harm, but in fact, I am just a tool that seeks benefits and avoids harm." said the gray-handed man.

As soon as the Gray Hand Man finished speaking, he saw the number clearly.

"It's 'seven'." said the man with gray hands.

"Can you see clearly again?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes, I saw it all," said the Gray Hand Man.

"How can you see it clearly? Has it shrunk?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Will it be full of holes after being shrunk?" asked the brown-handed man.

"It's still the same," said the Gray Hand Man, "but I feel like there are fewer holes than before."

"Did they disappear during the shrinking process?" said the brown-handed man. "I mean those holes."

"It seems so?" said the Gray Hand Man, "But I didn't see it clearly. It shrank suddenly. The edges became much smoother. It changed very quickly."

The brown-handed man asked again, "Will there be other numbers passing by?"

“I don’t feel that way at the moment,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"Will you feel it in a while?" asked the man with brown hands.

"There will definitely be one." said the man with gray hands.

"In other words, what you can feel now will definitely be what you will feel in a while?" asked the brown-handed man.

"That's right," the Gray Hand Man replied.

The brown-handed man asked, "Will the time interval be long?"

"Not really," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Surface feeling?" asked the brown-handed man.

"That's right," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Listen," said the Brown-Handed Man, "there is the sound of rain in his belly again."

"I heard it." The Gray Hand said, "Why does the sound this time sound like the rain is about to stop?"

"Yes." said the man with brown hands, "one drop at a time, very clear, and with large intervals between them." "In fact, it is much louder than the sound of rain that is about to stop that you usually hear," said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man added, "That's right. Under normal circumstances, even if it's about to stop, the time interval between each drop won't be that long."

The Gray Hand asked, "What do you think will happen next? Will the rain stop or become more intense?"

"It doesn't seem to stop immediately." The brown-handed man said, "I feel it."

"The surface?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes," said the Brown-Handed Man. "What do you think?"

“I don’t think it will stop immediately, nor will it become dense immediately,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right." The brown-handed man said, "I think so too."

The Gray Hand Man then asked, "Can you sense any changes? Or will it remain the same forever?"

"It seems to me that there are changes, but they don't seem to be changes in the spacing between raindrops," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"What do you think it is?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"In terms of severity." said the man with brown hands.

“Do you think the sound of the rain will get heavier?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown-Handed Man said, "Yes. Did you feel it, too?"

The Gray Hand Man said, “I feel it, and it seems like things will change soon.”

"Listen, there are changes now." said the man with brown hands.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man, "it has really become heavier."

“Every drop falls with about the same severity,” said the brown-handed man.

"They've all become the same weight," said the man with gray hands.

"This is really neat." said the man with brown hands.

"Will it continue to get heavier?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I feel like it will happen again," said the brown-handed man. "Of course, it's just a superficial feeling."

(End of this chapter)