Chapter 4792 (Four Thousand Seven Hundred and Ninety Two) Four Feet
"Speak out your worries quickly," the gray-handed man said.
"Worried about what will happen to my...nails," the man replied.
"What change?" the gray-handed man asked.
The man said: "I'm just worried that... my nails will... turn... blue."
"Because of what happened in that world before?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said.
The man with gray hands said: "Do you think what happened in that world will cause your hands to turn blue in this world?"
The man thought for a moment and replied: "Actually...it doesn't seem to make sense..."
"You suddenly think so?" the gray-handed man asked.
"But...I am still...fearful in my heart." The man replied.
"Will this fear have a big impact on you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"But... it's possible." The man said.
The man with gray hands felt that there was no need to stop looking at his hands at this time, so he glanced at his two hands and said, "There is no change in your hands."
The man was relieved after hearing the Gray Hand Man's words and said: "That's good...that's good."
The man with gray hands asked: "The triangle-shaped thing you mentioned appeared from behind that person. Was that person facing you or with his back to you?"
"Yes...it's facing me." The man replied.
"Then how did you see that thing appearing behind him?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I just... didn't seem to make it clear." The person said, "That thing... came up from behind him. It rose until... it was higher than the top of his head, and then I... …just saw it.”
The gray-handed man said: "Then when you said that thing was about the size of your fist, where was it?"
"Just...when it was completely exposed from the top of his head." The man replied. "What changes happened then?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Then...the four-sided things continued to rise, and in the process of rising...they continued to get bigger." The man said.
"How big did it get in the end?" asked the gray-hand man.
"It has become... almost as big as my head." The man said.
"How high?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Almost... almost four feet above the man's head... I can only say it's almost..." the man replied.
"What happened next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Then... that person asked me if I knew what this was." The person said.
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I answered." The man said, "I was afraid of saying something wrong...so I said I don't know."
"Actually, you have already figured out what it is?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "Not only did I figure it out, but... I also guessed it correctly."
"What did the other person say after you answered?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The other person, I... I... why don't you say what you think." The person said.
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I...I told him...because I was afraid of saying something wrong." The man said, "After all, I'm not sure that...that's what I thought."
"Did he say something?" the gray-hand man asked.
"He said...it's normal. After all, I...I'm a timid fool." The man said.
(End of chapter)