Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5820 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Twenty) Following People
The Gray Hand Man said, "That's right. Now that those two have been vomited out, what else can we talk about?"

The brown-handed man said, "Yes, he even dares to do this."

"If the sound of wind sounds again in a while, I mean that unusual sound of wind sounds again, should we do as we said just now?" asked the Man with Gray Hands.

"Breathing and the like?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man.

"I haven't thought about it yet, but if it rings again in a while, let's give it a try. What do you think?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I haven't really thought about it yet," said the Gray Hand Man. "You said let's give it a try. I've actually thought of another question."

The brown-handed man asked, "Just tell me what question you have in mind."

Gray Hand said: "What if we think that the ordinary sound of wind has nothing to do with that person?"

The brown-handed man asked, "After you have transformed into a human?"

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man.

"He has already turned into a human, but has nothing to do with that person. What other possibilities are there in this situation?" asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand Man said, "It has to do with people, right?"

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "The 'humanization' just now, in my opinion, must be related to humans."

"You are very careful with your words," said the Gray Hand Man.

"It is appropriate to be cautious," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"Otherwise, you'll feel uncomfortable again, right?" asked the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man added, "Yes, you are quite careful with your words."

"We feel the same way." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked, "If it's not related to that person, who else could it be related to? Can you give an answer now?"

"The answer?" said the man with gray hands, "I dare not say that what I am thinking is the answer." "What you said proves that you already have an idea, right?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes." The Gray Hand said, "I have an idea, but I don't think it makes much sense."

The brown-handed man said, "You tell me."

The Gray Hands man glanced at the man and said, "Him."

"It looks like the same thing again," said the Brown-Handed Man.

"What's wrong?" asked the Gray Hand Man, "Do you have an idea too?"

"Yes." The brown-handed man said, "I just thought of it, but if I say it was him, I don't think it's easy to explain."

"Tell me what you think." said the man with gray hands.

"He doesn't understand anything...any such skill, right?" said the man with brown hands.

"You are so careful with your words. He won't understand." The Gray Hand Man said, "That's why I don't think my own ideas make sense."

The Brown-Handed Man said, “We may even have the same thinking process.”

"They should be consistent." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, “But I think my idea is not completely unreasonable.”

"That's right." The Gray Hand said, "I think so too. After all, he was cast under a spell, right?"

"Yes, if you and I feel that the ordinary sound of the wind that changes our thoughts has something to do with him, then it can be said that the fact that he was once cast a spell played a role." said the brown-handed man.

"Could it be that the things in his stomach were stimulated to develop some function in such an environment?" asked the man with gray hands.

"This function can allow you and me to hear wind sounds that seem ordinary to us, and then we change our minds?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"That's possible," said the Gray Hand Man, "but if that's the case, what should we do if the unusual wind sounds again?"

(End of this chapter)