Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5779 (five thousand seven hundred and seventy-nine) Green Yarn

The brown-handed man said again, "If I tell you, what will it be related to?"

"The sound comes from his abdomen, abdomen..." said the man with gray hands.

"Does it have anything to do with the spell cast on him?" asked the brown-handed man.

Gray Hand said, "It's very possible. He mentioned the abdomen before."

"Then could it be that the sound of rain we hear is caused by magic?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Even if it is, I can't figure it out." said the man with gray hands.

“I don’t understand it either,” said the Brown-Handed Man.

Gray Hand Man said, "Do you feel anything?"

"No." The brown-handed man said, "Not even a superficial feeling, even a feeling that I don't quite believe in. I don't have it."

The Gray Hand Man said again: "I see green."

"What's going on?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I don't know." The Gray Hand Man said, "It's a very light green. To be exact, it looks like a layer of green gauze."

The brown-handed man asked, "It doesn't completely block your view?"

"Yes, it's not completely blocked." The Gray Hand Man said, "It's just that what I saw has become a little green under the influence of this green veil."

"Could this green gauze be part of the number?" asked the man with brown hands.

“Eh?” said the Gray Hand Man, “I really didn’t think so before, but now that you mention it, it’s not impossible. But it has always been here, and it doesn’t seem like it just flew by.”

"Then even if it is part of the number this time, it can't be called 'plundering the number'?" asked the brown-handed man.

"It seems impossible," said the Gray Hand Man, "then it doesn't look like part of a number."

The Brown-Handed Man asked, "Do you insist on plundering?"

"Not necessarily. Strictly speaking, those things just now cannot be counted as 'plunder' every time. But this time, like this green gauze, I feel that it is not part of the number." said the man with gray hands.

"What's the reason?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I can't tell why," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Pure feeling?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The man with gray hands said, "Yes, it seems to make no sense." "But you believe it?" asked the man with brown hands.

“I believe it very much.” said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked again, "So what do you think of the green yarn? Do you feel it now?"

"It seems like there is a little bit." The man with gray hands said, "Maybe there will be a few flying across the green gauze in a while."

The brown-handed man said, "If that's what you feel, then I think the possibility that it's a number is really low."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Even you believe in my feelings?"

The brown-handed man said, "Some letters."

"Why?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I can't explain it clearly." said the man with brown hands.

"There seem to be a lot of things that can't be explained in this environment." said the man with gray hands.

"That's right." The Brown-Handed Man said, "So if you can't explain it clearly, then just don't explain it clearly."

At this moment, the Gray Hand said, "Here we go, plunder."

"Did it really just pass over the green gauze?" asked the man with brown hands.

"It is true," said the Gray Hand Man, "the number is sideways."

"What number is it?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I can't see clearly." The Gray Hand Man replied.

“Because the number is sideways, you can only see one angle?” asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"That's right," the Gray Hand said. "It doesn't work even if I try to change the angle."

"Why doesn't it work?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Because the number will also change the angle." The Gray Hand said, "and it seems to be somewhat dependent on this green yarn."

"How do you rely on it?" asked the brown-handed man.

(End of this chapter)