Chapter 5140 (Five Thousand One Hundred and Forty) Change of Position
“Did you think you couldn’t hide so you didn’t hide at the time, or you didn’t think about hiding at all. Maybe you thought you couldn’t hide but you’re just thinking about it now. Did you get up?" asked the gray-handed man, "or was it because of some other reason?"
"Maybe...maybe it's what I said in retrospect now? But at the time, I didn't think of...hiding? I can't explain...this thing...is strange...I...really...didn't hide... Why didn't you hide?" the man said.
The man with gray hands knew that he couldn't get anything out by asking any more questions, so he said, "Then the red light will spread over you?"
"Yes...completely...completely passed." The man said, "Thinking about it now, at that time...I...must have been unable to escape."
The man with gray hands said again: "What happens next?"
"Next...I just looked at the changes that happened there and thought about...some things." The man said.
"What has changed?" asked the gray-handed man.
"The scenery... the scenery... seems to be able to change its position, becoming more and more... beautiful." The person said.
"Good-looking?" said the gray-handed man.
"Yes." The man said, "Although I...can't see much clearly...but...it's indeed...good-looking."
The man with gray hands asked again: "What's your opinion?"
"The original scenery... was the same, but then... then the scenery... seemed to have a more... more comfortable... order, and... it adjusted its position... and then... it became... That's what happened later." The man said.
"What happens after the adjustment?" the gray-handed man asked.
"It seems like everything... seems like it will... continue." The man said.
"It means that after the scene adjusts its position, it will stay there and not move?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Yes... it should be..." the person said, "It feels like... that way to me."
"What were you thinking at the time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"I think...some people will definitely...like it very much." The man said.
"Who are they?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Those people who are waiting for spring." The man said, "That... that is those people's... spring, not my spring."
The man with gray hands asked again: "How long have you been watching?" "No... I don't remember." The man said.
"Can't you feel time?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes...at that time...in that world...when the positions of those scenery changed...I...couldn't feel the time." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "After watching for a while, what happened?"
The man replied: "It seems... it seems foggy."
"What color is it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Red." The man said, "Red mist... fills the air."
At this time, the man with brown hands whispered to the man with gray hands: "It seems that the tree beads are a reflection of what he thinks he saw."
"That's right," said the gray-handed man.
The gray-handed man continued to ask the man: "What happened to Hongwu?"
"Red Mist... is... attacking me." That person said.
"How to start?" The man with gray hands asked.
"It just... seems to be changing me." The man said.
"How specifically has it changed you?" the gray-hand man asked.
"My position has...changed." The man said.
"How did it change?" asked the gray-hand man.
"I...I suddenly felt...as if my feet were...empty." The man said.
(End of chapter)