Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5836 (Five Thousand Eight Hundred and Thirty Six) Axis Pile

The brown-handed man smiled deliberately and said, "Why do you have to put it on me?"

"You're still asking me why?" The Gray Hand Man said, "You've already put it on me."

The brown-handed man said, “It’s the same thing.”

"That's right." The Gray Hand Man said, "You were not the real you at that time, and I was not the real me at that time."

"So our reactions at that time can't be considered as real reactions to each other, right?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Not the best." Gray Hands said in a naughty tone, "So who wanted to blame each other at that time?"

The brown-handed man smiled and said, "Are these two tools transformed?"

"Yes," said the Gray Hand Man, "Tool against tool, one tool pushes the work onto another tool."

"You remind me of what we saw that time." The brown-handed man said, "It's not one tool pushing things to another tool, it's one tool directly pushing another tool."

"The thing with the wooden shaft?" asked the Gray Hand.

"Yes, those are the two." The brown-handed man said, "They have wooden axles in the middle. They seem to be called... 'axle piles', right?"

"Yes, yes, that's what it's called, that's right." said the Gray Hand Man.

The brown-handed man said, "After someone cast the spell, one axle pushed the other axle off the iron table."

"The axle pile that was pushed down will return to the iron table again under the influence of someone's spell." said the man with gray hands.

"Then he pushed the axle that had pushed it from behind, and pushed the axle off the iron table." The brown-handed man said. The gray-handed man said, "Then the axle that fell off the iron table returned to the iron table again under the influence of that person's magic and pushed another axle."

"Again and again, the two axles push each other, cycle, cycle..." said the man with brown hands.

"This is just a matter of one tool directly pushing another tool." said the man with gray hands.

"Do you think it's like you and me?" the brown-handed man asked, "You and I used to push each other when we were tools, right?"

"Like the 'you that is not yours' and the 'me that is not mine' that have undergone transformation." said the man with gray hands.

"Yes, the axle piles are two tools, and the so-called you and me at that time were also two tools. No matter the two axle piles or the so-called you and me at that time, they were all someone's tools." said the man with brown hands.

"Do you know how long that cycle of pushing the axles lasted?" asked the man with gray hands.

"I don't know." The brown-handed man said, "When he first started doing this, he needed us to use magic to control other things, so we were there. In the later stages, he didn't need us to control them anymore, so he gave us other tasks."

“Although I don’t know how long the cycle lasted, I later saw the two axle piles again,” said the Gray Hand Man.

"Where did you see it?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"In the garbage dump." The man with gray hands replied.

"Thrown away by that person?" the brown-handed man asked. "Isn't that dangerous? That person once used magic to control the two axles. After throwing them away, wasn't he worried that other people with magic skills would use them? Or did that person do something with them before throwing them away?"

The gray-handed man said, "Don't worry. The two axle piles have been broken into several pieces. No matter who has dealt with them or not, they can no longer be used."

(End of this chapter)