Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 7147 (Seven Thousand One Hundred and Forty-Seven) Can It Be Wrong?

"Name someone, anyone will do," said the gray-handed man.

"What kind of people are you talking about? What do you mean by 'anyone will do'? That seems risky," the brown-handed man laughed.

"What risks?" Grayhand asked.

"Are there any risks involved in identifying whether someone is human?" the Brown-Handed Man asked.

"How could this be wrong?" the gray-handed man asked.

"How can you be wrong? You think you can't be wrong? Why?" the brown-handed man asked. "What if you're identified as 'non-human'?"

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "How did you come up with such a thing?"

The brown-handed man said, "I don't know either, but I figured it out effortlessly."

The gray-handed man chuckled, "Aren't you worrying too much?"

"What do you mean by that?" the brown-handed man asked. "Are you worried that I'll come again?"

“I wasn’t worried about that,” Grayhand said. “Now that you mention it, I’ve started to think about it.”

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "Are you imagining me, or me?"

"You?" the gray-handed man said. "It seems like there's no one like you."

The brown-handed man asked, "Was this grouping done on purpose?"

“No,” said the gray-handed man. “What I imagine is not something I can control.”

The man with the brown hands said, "Your side is already out of control?"

The gray-handed man said, "Why did you come up with the 'out of control' excuse again?"

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "You just said that yourself."

"What did I say?" the gray-handed man asked.

The brown-handed man laughed and said, "You say that what you imagine is not something you can control. Doesn't that mean you've lost control?"

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "Not necessarily."

“You don’t acknowledge this? Then I’ll step back,” said the brown-handed man.

"Where are you retreating to? I can't see it." The gray-handed man laughed.

“I said I took a step back while speaking, not that I actually stepped back,” the brown-handed man laughed. The gray-handed man said, “Oh, then how can I prove you took a step back?”

“I don’t need you to prove it, so why do you need to prove it?” the brown-handed man asked.

"You said you'd take a step back. If I need to follow up and do something, I'd need to get some information, wouldn't I?" the gray-handed man asked.

“What do you need to keep up with?” the Brown-Handed Man asked deliberately.

The gray-handed man laughed and said, "I'll do whatever you want."

"I'm not ready to mess around like this yet," said the brown-handed man.

"Why do you say that?" Grayhand asked.

The brown-handed man said, "It's just not suitable."

The gray-handed man said, "It depends on whether you want to or not."

The brown-handed man said, "What do I need to think about?"

The gray-handed man said, "I don't know either. I'm someone who can keep up with what's going on."

The brown-handed man said, "Follow along?"

“Yes,” said the gray-handed man.

“I didn’t move,” the brown-handed man said. “Even the things I imagined, I probably didn’t ‘move’.”

Grayhand said, "I'm asking myself why I'm moving. I actually think not moving is pretty good too."

The brown-handed man said, "That's only temporary."

The gray-handed man said, "It's only temporary. Many things are temporary, but there's no need to spread the word everywhere just to prevent this temporary situation from happening."

"Still 'passing it on'?" the brown-handed man asked.

“Yes,” said the gray-handed man.

"What should I do now?" the brown-handed man asked.

“You should know very well,” said the gray-handed man.

“You didn’t tell me that,” said the brown-handed man.

“I didn’t just not tell you, I didn’t even tell myself,” said the gray-handed man.