Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5812 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Twelve) Wide and Narrow

The Gray Hand said, "Yes, that's normal. Just repeat it a few more times."

The brown-handed man asked, "Will it cause any trouble?"

"Honestly, at this point, are you worried?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"Worried." said the brown-handed man.

"But do you still want to continue talking about something else without thinking too much while you are talking?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"That's right," said the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand Man said again: "Can we control it now?"

"It seems difficult." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand said, "That's it."

"That's the only way." said the man with brown hands.

"It has changed again." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked again, "What color did it turn into?"

"Brown and green stripes." The Gray Hand Man answered, "The brown and green color just now seemed to separate into brown and green, and then turned into stripes."

"Alternatively?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes, this one is brown, and that one is green." The Gray Hand said, "Anyway, adjacent stripes must be different colors."

"How wide are the stripes?" asked the Brown Hand.

"Not necessarily." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Could it be that this too is changing?" the brown-handed man asked again.

"Yes." The Gray Hand said, "That's right. When each brown stripe is wide, each green stripe is narrow. When each green stripe is wide, each brown stripe is narrow."

The brown-handed man asked again: "What about now?"

"It's the width of the brown strip now." said the man with gray hands.

"Did you try to look at the numbers?" asked the Brown Hand.

"Yes." The Gray Hand Man replied.

The brown-handed man said, "Did you see it clearly?"

"No." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "What do you think..."

Before the brown-handed man finished speaking, the gray-handed man said, "It has changed. It has changed."

"What has it become?" asked the Brown Hand Man. "Each green stripe is wider than each brown stripe," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Did it take so long for the changes to occur again?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man.

"Is the interval between each session always this long?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Not necessarily." said the man with gray hands.

"Did changes happen faster or slower than this in the past?" the brown-handed man continued to ask.

"Faster." said the Gray Hand Man. "Much faster than this."

The Brown-Handed Man asked again, "Is this the first time it's been this slow?"

"It seems so." said the man with gray hands.

"Do you think it will get faster soon?" asked the man with brown hands.

"I think so." The Gray Hand Man replied.

"Is it the surface feeling again?" asked the brown-handed man again.

"Yes, it's the surface feeling again." The Gray Hand Man said, "The deeper feeling hasn't returned yet."

"Come back?" said the brown-handed man. "You mean like before?"

"Yes, it's been a while since I felt deep feelings like this." said the man with gray hands.

"What about the 'middle level' feeling?" the brown-handed man asked with a deliberate smile.

"You're kidding again," said the Gray Hand Man.

"How do you answer me when I'm joking?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Then I will answer you: 'It's already here!'" said the man with gray hands.

"Why are you here?" asked the man with brown hands.

"You just mentioned the 'middle level'." said the gray-handed man.

"Is this what it means?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Once you said it, the word appeared again, that is, 'coming.'" The Gray Hand Man said with a smile.

"Is this possible?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes, that's fine." Gray Hand said again, "You didn't make it clear whether the word 'middle level' came up again, but you said it anyway."

(End of this chapter)