Chapter 4791 (four thousand seven hundred and ninety-one) Look at the hand
"I know." The gray-handed man said.
"Don't you want to take a look?" the man asked the gray-handed man.
The gray-handed man said: "What are you looking at? Your fist?"
The man said: "Yeah, this...it's easy to understand how big that thing was when it first came out."
"You are an ordinary person. How big a difference can there be in the size of ordinary people's fists? As soon as you tell me, I know it is almost big." The gray-handed man said, "Besides, I don't need to know so much detail."
The Gray-Hand Man actually felt a little strange, wondering why the man wanted to show him his fist. At this time, he thought that the man might have let the Gray-Hand Man see it because he wanted to know what happened to his fist.
The gray-handed man didn't feel the need to do what the man said, he just wanted to continue asking. Even if he did look at the man's fist for a while, he didn't want to tell him that he had already seen it.
At this time, the man with brown hands whispered to the man with gray hands: "I have looked at his fists, there is nothing abnormal."
The gray-hand man felt more at ease after hearing this, feeling that he would not miss anything at all.
The man with brown hands whispered to the man with gray hands: "Why does he want you to see his fists? Do you think it's strange?"
"I think he wants to know what happened to his hands at this time. After all, he said before that he entered that person's world before and encountered those things in that world. Is he worried that his fingernails will really turn blue? Yes?" said the gray-handed man.
"It's very possible." The brown-handed man said, "Then is it possible that he confused the affairs of that world with the affairs of this place?"
"It can't be said that there is no such possibility." The gray-hand man said, "Looking at his current situation, he seems to be worried about the impact of what happened in that world on him in this world." The brown-hand man said: "That is possible. Why don't you ask him what he thinks of his fists now? Or, do you think it's necessary to ask him directly about his fingernails?"
"Let me ask." The gray-handed man said.
So the man with gray hands looked again at the person who had said before, "I don't have the guts, so I didn't ask to go. This is what makes you different from me." and asked, "What do you think of your hands?" ah?"
"Huh?" The person didn't expect someone to ask this, and was a little scared.
The man with gray hands saw that the man was scared, and was worried that he would fall into a state of being unable to communicate with others because of fear, so he said: "Don't be afraid, I'm just asking. Because you asked me to see your hands, I haven’t read it yet, but I’d like to know what you think.”
"I... I didn't... think about it much... I just wanted to take a look... if... if you could tell me what my hand looks like now... I... I would know." The man said. Out of fear, he actually expressed what he meant when he asked the gray-handed man to take a look at his own hands for him.
"What I'm asking is, what do you think your hands are like." The man with gray hands said, "Again, you don't have to be afraid."
"Oh...oh..." the person said, "I think...my hand...is it...I think...that...that..."
The man hesitated and didn't say anything immediately.
"Are you worried about something?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yeah...yes." The man said, "I'm really...really worried."
(End of chapter)