Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 5915 (Five Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifteen)

"I don't feel anything." said the man with gray hands.

"Then your statement without any proof should be of great significance." said the brown-handed man.

"Even if you have any feelings, they are groundless, right?" asked the man with gray hands.

"If there is a feeling, no matter it is a deep feeling or a surface feeling, there is a 'basis'." The brown-handed man laughed.

"In this environment, can we trust 'feelings' like 'dependence' absolutely? Even if they are deep, we can't trust them." Gray Hand said, "Nothing is absolutely reliable, right?"

The brown-handed man said, "You're right, but yours is different."

"How is it different?" asked the Gray Hand. "It's different because it's me, isn't it?"

The brown-handed man laughed out loud but said nothing.

The Gray Hand said, "Look, I guessed it right again. You are so deeply trapped in a certain pattern."

The brown-handed man said again, "I didn't say you guessed it right. Let's continue talking about that guy."

The Gray Hand Man said, "Haha, you didn't say I didn't guess it, right? Anyway, I don't want to talk about this anymore, so let's talk about that person."

The brown-handed man smiled again and said, "He separated you and me to do the work. Could it be because of that matter that we can't do it together?"

The Gray Hand said, "If that's the case, he can tell you and me separately and let you and I do it separately."

The brown-handed man asked, "Could it be that he cannot achieve the concentration he thinks he should have?"

"Concentrate?" asked the Gray Hand Man as he thought.

"If you and I know that the other party is nearby, the situation will be different from if we don't know that the other party is nearby. Is this possible?" asked the man with gray hands.

"What difference would it make if you knew I was nearby, and if you didn't?" asked the Brown-Handed Man.

"What difference can there be?" said the Gray Hand Man, "I really can't think of it at the moment."

The brown-handed man said, "I haven't figured it out either. It's not like you and I haven't done things separately before."

"This time is different. What he said before made me think that it was just my mission." The gray-handed man said. "For you and me, there is a difference between a two-person mission and a single-person mission, right?" the brown-handed man asked.

"That should be it." said the Gray Hand Man.

“But no matter whether it is a two-person mission or a single-person mission, I used to do it seriously.” said the brown-handed man.

"At that time, we were all people who accepted the transformation and did not encounter the current situation. We just did it seriously." said the man with gray hands.

"I can't figure it out for now." said the man with brown hands.

"Did you encounter any other strange things that day?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"I haven't thought of any other weird things yet. Do you remember anything?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Others..." said the Gray Hand Man, "It seems that this will take some time to recall."

"That's right. After all, it's been a long time." said the man with brown hands.

"Listen," said the Gray Hand Man, "the sound of the leaves has become louder, right?"

"It has gotten bigger," said the Brown-Handed Man. "It sounds a bit noisy to me."

"Should we do anything?" asked the Gray Hand Man.

"What's the matter?" asked the brown-handed man.

"Just like what you said just now, about inhaling on purpose." said the man with gray hands.

"Can it be done successfully?" asked the brown-handed man.

"I don't think it's a big problem, but I don't know if it makes sense to take a breath deliberately when the sound of leaves gets louder." said the brown-handed man.

"Try?" asked the Gray Hand Man. "Is it necessary?"

"I don't know, let's give it a try. Then I'll take a deep breath first?" asked the man with brown hands with a smile.

(End of this chapter)