Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5782 (five thousand seven hundred and eighty-two) is very narrow

The Gray Hand Man said, "I guess it's about the same. You tell me."

"Like the words protruding from a stone slab we saw before." The brown-handed man said, "Those words are actually just a surface when viewed from the side, a very narrow surface. You can only see what the words are when you look at them from the front."

"This is exactly what you thought of." said the man with gray hands.

"Really?" said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes." said the Gray Hand Man.

"It should be somewhat different from what you said this time. The green gauze is different from the stone slab." The brown-handed man said, "From what you said, the number you saw should be standing on the green gauze, right?"

"Yes." said the man with gray hands.

“And the words we saw last time were not ‘standing’ on the stone slab, but ‘lying’ on it,” said the brown-handed man.

"Indeed," said the Gray Hand Man.

The Brown-Handed Man asked again, "What do you see now?"

"Those lines are still thick and thin." The gray-handed man said, "I just need to change the angle, and the number will change its angle by itself. Anyway, no matter which side it faces me, it will definitely face me sideways."

"It's very targeted." said the brown-handed man.

"It's obvious that I'm being targeted." Gray Hand said, "But I can't find the reason."

"The sound of rain coming from his abdomen seems to have changed again." said the man with brown hands.

"That's right," said the Gray Hand Man, "It's changed again, and it seems to be about to stop."

"The sound of raindrops is getting lighter and lighter." said the man with brown hands.

"I don't know if it will really stop." said the man with gray hands.

"Do you think it will stop?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes." said the man with gray hands.

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

The Gray Hands said "hmm" and then asked, "What about you?"

"I haven't felt that yet." The brown-handed man said, "I just said that you feel it quickly."

"Is this what you call fast?" The Gray Hand said, "It's just a superficial feeling, how much does it mean?"

The brown-handed man said, "Do you think your superficial feelings this time are credible?"

"I think I'm trustworthy." said the man with gray hands.

"If it's credible, it means it's meaningful." The brown-handed man said. "I said 'I think'." The gray-handed man said.

"That's not entirely what you think," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Oh?" said the Gray Hand Man.

"I think so too," said the brown-handed man.

"Do you think my superficial feelings are credible this time?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Based on what?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"There's no basis for this, I just think so." said the man with brown hands.

"Does this count as a superficial feeling?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I don't think so." said the man with brown hands.

"What do you think this is?" the man with gray hands asked again.

"Just think so." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand said, "Even if you and I both believe that my feeling is credible, it may not be true."

The Brown-Handed Man said, “My feeling is coming.”

"Surface feeling?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Yes." said the brown-handed man.

"What does it feel like exactly?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Just like you said," said the brown-handed man, "I think the rain is about to stop."

As soon as the brown-handed man finished speaking, the sound of rain stopped.

"It really stopped." said the man with gray hands.

"This proves that your feeling of coming so quickly just now was correct, right?" said the man with brown hands.

"It proves that your feeling is accurate." said the man with gray hands.

"We feel the same thing," said the brown-handed man.

(End of this chapter)