Chapter 5141 (five thousand one hundred and forty-one) kneeling
"Empty?" The man with gray hands asked, "You have always been standing on the ground in that world, right?"
"At first...at first." The man said.
"What changed later?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Yes." The man said, "Just... right after the red mist appeared."
"What has become of it?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I...I looked down and found that...there was no earth under my feet." The man said.
"The land we walked on before disappeared?" the gray-handed man asked.
"That's right...disappeared." The man said, "I feel like I...are floating in mid-air."
"Do you feel like your feet are in the red mist?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No." The man said.
"No?" said the man with gray hands, "were you not surrounded by red mist?"
"Surrounded." The man said.
"Is the red mist just not surrounding your feet?" the gray-handed man asked.
"The red mist... the red mist only reaches me... near my knees." The man said.
"Is it below the knees?" asked the gray-handed man.
"No." The man said.
"Are you sure it's not that you can't see below your knees?" the man with gray hands asked.
"I'm...sure." The man said again.
The gray-handed man said: "Isn't the red mist thick?"
"It's thick." The man said, "It seems... it seems... higher than me... it's thicker... and... it's getting thicker."
The man said: "Will the red mist that surrounds you and is about as high as you block your sight?"
The man with gray hands said: "At first, it didn't block my sight...but...but later...when it became very...very thick...it would indeed block my...sight." "According to what you just said, yes. I heard you looked down below your knees, that’s true, isn’t it?” the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "When you look at it, can the red mist block part of your sight?"
"Yes, but...not from below." The man said, "At that time...the red mist could only block me...I looked up."
The man with gray hands asked: "Look below, what does it look like below?"
"Below the knees, there is no...red mist, and the red mist above the knees...basically does not prevent me from being able to see my...feet." The person said, "So I looked down...and found... ...found...I was hanging."
"The earth is gone. Do you feel like you are hanging in the air?" the man with gray hands asked.
"That's right." The man said.
"Then did you feel shaken?" the gray-hand man asked.
"At that time... I felt like my feet were empty." The person said, "Oh, if you say... it's shaking... it should be a little bit."
The man with gray hands said again: "What happens next?"
"Next...an extremely scary thing...just...happened." The man said, "I...I suddenly sank."
The gray-handed man said: "Upright?"
"Yes." The man said, "It fell straight down..."
The man with gray hands said: "Is it fast?"
"Quick... shocking... frightening," the man replied.
"Where to fall?" asked the man with gray hands.
"No... I don't know." The man said.
"During the falling process, you...how did you feel?" The man with gray hands asked.
"I feel...I...I am...going to...be in big trouble soon." The man said.
(End of chapter)