Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5818 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Eighteen) Will

The brown-handed man said, "There is a difference."

"You really think so?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It's so obvious." The brown-handed man said, "The difference is whether or not I get the answer from you."

At this moment, the sound of wind blew again.

"Here it comes again!" said the Gray Hand Man.

"You mean the sound of the wind?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked again, "Why does it seem to be the ordinary sound of the wind that I just thought it was?"

"That's what I heard." The Gray Hand said, "I can't say it's like, it should be."

"Should we do something?" the Brown-Handed Man asked.

As soon as the brown-handed man finished speaking, the wind stopped.

"It's too late to do anything now." said the man with gray hands.

"Shouldn't I ask at all?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"No," said the Gray Hand Man, "You don't know that the wind will stop at this time."

"What if it doesn't stop?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Even if we don't stop, I don't think you and I are going to really do anything," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said again, "There was a situation similar to this just now."

“Are you talking about the ordinary sound of wind?” asked the Gray-Handed Man.

"Yes." said the man with brown hands.

"So you shouldn't worry about it. Neither you nor I will do anything anyway," said the man with gray hands.

"Do you feel the wind will blow again?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It seems so." The Gray Hand said, "But it is still the ordinary sound of wind that I thought just now."

"What I feel is just the ordinary sound of wind. What should I do?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Do you hope that the unusual wind sound like before will sound again in a while?" asked the man with gray hands.

"Of course I hope so." said the brown-handed man. The gray-handed man said, "What should we do after the bell rings?"

“Actually, I can’t explain it clearly. I just wanted to try something. But at this moment, my thoughts are a little different from before.” said the man with brown hands.

"What's the difference?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, “I just feel that even if that unusual sound comes again, I may not try it as I thought just now.”

"Are you not going to breathe in and out?" asked the man with gray hands.

"It's not that I have completely given up on the idea, but the desire is not as strong as before." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hand asked again, "If there is an unusual sound again, will you take action immediately?"

"Probably not." said the brown-handed man.

“I’m glad to hear you say that,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"Why?" asked the Brown Hand Man. "I don't even know if this is the right thing to do."

"Whether it's right or not, that's what I think anyway," said the man with gray hands.

"Has your mind changed like mine?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes." said the Gray Hand Man.

"When did it change?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It's probably just the sound of the ordinary wind that stopped." said the man with gray hands.

"Now that you mention it, I feel like I also changed at this time." The brown-handed man said, "I hadn't thought of this before."

"There's no point in thinking so much before." said the man with gray hands.

"But you thought of it first." said the man with brown hands.

"Are you in some mode again?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"You say that again, just as you guessed." said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Prove that you think so too?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"It can't be proved." said the man with brown hands.

"Is it really impossible to prove it?" the man with gray hands asked deliberately.

(End of this chapter)