Iron Snow Clouds

Chapter 4959

Chapter 4959 (Four Thousand Nine Hundred and Fifty Nine)

The man didn’t dare not explain clearly, so he quickly said: “It’s…it’s people like…people like you.”

The Gray Hand Man already knew that he could say whatever he wanted to say at this moment. He felt relieved after finally getting rid of the control of that power, but he didn’t dare to relax too much. The Gray Hand Man wanted to know if the Brown Hand Man was the same as him, so he whispered to the Brown Hand Man: “Are you saying whatever you want to say now?”

“That should be it.” The brown-handed man said, “You already are. I just noticed it. How about I confirm it?”

The Gray Hand Man uttered an “hmm”.

The brown-handed man looked at the man who had said, “I don’t have the courage, so I didn’t ask to go. This is where you and I are different,” and deliberately asked, “Who are people like us?”

The man replied: “People like you… people like you are… amazing people… not ordinary people. Not only are you not ordinary people, but… and you don’t look like ordinary people either.”

The brown-handed man whispered to the gray-handed man, “I can also say something else. I am finally no longer under that control. It’s really possible. It’s not new for an ordinary person like him to be controlled by others. And when he was answering our questions, he was also under our control. Who would have thought that when we were controlling him, we were also controlled. We don’t even know what is controlling us. The more I think about it, the more ridiculous it seems. We are not ordinary people either.”

The Gray Hand Man asked, “What do you think might have happened just now?”

The brown-handed man said, “I can’t help but think of it. Logically speaking, we should have been independent during that period.”

The Gray Hand Man said, “Did you notice any changes in the tree beads just now?”

The brown-handed man said, “I haven’t noticed any major changes.”

“Is there a small change?” asked the man with gray hands.

“I don’t know whether there are any minor changes.” The brown-handed man said, “The small changes I’m talking about are the kind that we can’t see at all.” “The kind of subtle changes that may occur in the tree beads at any time?” asked the gray-handed man.

“Yes, I have never been able to notice such subtle changes.” said the man with brown hands.

“Should I continue asking the same questions I asked when I was controlled just now?” asked the man with gray hands.

“Keep asking, otherwise he might find it too strange?” asked the brown-handed man.

The Gray Hand said, “Actually, I don’t really care whether he thinks it’s strange or not, but I feel differently about this matter than I did before.”

“Oh? You feel different too?” said the man with brown hands.

“You too?” asked the Gray Hand Man.

“Yes.” The brown-handed man said, “Why do you think it’s different?”

“When he told me what he was thinking at that time, I thought that the content of the conversation between the spellcaster and him would be similar to what I talked to him when I asked him those questions, or even the same. However, after listening to what he said just now, I found that things were different from what I imagined. At the beginning, I thought that the content of the conversation between the spellcaster and him was quite similar, but later on, it seemed that it was not the case. The direction was different.”

The brown-handed man said, “I feel something is different, too. Mainly, I feel that the things he hasn’t said yet may contain things we can’t imagine.”

(End of this chapter)