Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5834 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Thirty Four) In vain

The brown-handed man said, "But I can't help but think about it, so there's no need to worry about it."

"It has changed again." said the man with gray hands.

"Are you talking about yarn again?" asked the man with brown hands.

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man.

"What has it become?" the brown-handed man continued to ask.

The Gray Hand Man said, "It's just that the colors of the squares just now have been swapped."

"Just now the brown squares turned green, and the green squares turned brown?" said the man with brown hands.

"Yes." The Gray Hand Man replied.

"Are there any other changes?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Not yet," said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man asked again, "Still can't see the number clearly?"

"Yes." The Gray Hand said, "And I suddenly have a bad feeling."

The brown-handed man asked again, "What does it feel like?"

"This time I may have to wait a very long time before I can see the numbers clearly," said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "We can wait, right?"

"My feeling at the moment is that it's hard to say." said the man with gray hands.

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

"It's still a surface feeling." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man asked again, "Do you believe in this feeling?"

"I believe it a little bit." said the man with gray hands.

"What will happen if we can't wait?" asked the man with brown hands.

Gray Hand said: "I don't know either. I just feel that if I really can't wait, will the numbers I saw earlier be wasted?"

The brown-handed man asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"The main thing is that I currently don't understand the use of those numbers, but I always feel that since I can see them, they should be useful." said the man with gray hands.

"I also think it's useful, so I remember all the numbers you mentioned just now one by one." said the man with brown hands.

The Gray Hands said again, "I also memorized it carefully." After saying this, the Gray Hands discovered something else, so he said, "The grid has changed again."

"What has it become?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"It is changing irregularly." said the Gray Hand Man.

"Irregular?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"Yes, the squares are no longer square, and the edges of the squares have become crooked." said the man with gray hands.

"Will it turn back to square in a while?" asked the brown-handed man.

"It should, but I don't think the current trend is going to change back to a square shape," said the man with gray hands.

"How do you think the current trend will change?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

The Gray Hand said, “It’s hard to tell at this point.”

"Just keep watching those lines change?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Yes." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man asked again, "Can you sense how long the change will last?"

"It won't last long, and it will stabilize." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said: "We still..."

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

"So fast?" the brown-handed man asked, "What shape is it now?"

"They have all become diamond-shaped grids." said the man with gray hands.

The brown-handed man said, "The color didn't change?"

"Nothing has changed." The man with gray hands said, "Whatever color the square was at the end, that's the color of the diamond grid now."

The brown-handed man asked, "How long do you think it will take for the square to turn back into a square?"

"It should be pretty quick, right?" said the Gray Hand Man, "but it seems like we'll still have to go through that process where the line is winding."

The brown-handed man said, "Is it coming soon?"

"Already here." said the man with gray hands.

(End of this chapter)