Chapter 5142 (five thousand one hundred and forty-two) No land
"What kind of big trouble?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I...can't tell clearly either..." the man said.
"Everything is chaotic." The gray-handed man said.
"What happens next?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Later...the red mist...the red mist dissipated." The man said.
"Have you fallen to the bottom?" the man with gray hands asked.
"I...I don't know either." The man replied.
"Don't know?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I really don't know," the man replied.
"You don't know if you have fallen to the ground?" The man with gray hands asked again.
"Yes." The man said, "I can't... know."
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Because...because...I feel...after I stop, there is still no...no ground below. But...but that feeling is different from...the process of falling...before." That person said.
"Why is it different?" the gray-handed man asked.
"When I'm falling... I can... I can feel like... I can shake... I mean... how should I put it?" The man thought for a moment and said, "That feeling is like... what if I didn't stand up? Stable... Oh... No... It's not that I can't stand still... It's not that in case... Actually... Actually... I just... can't stand still at all. I... I can't do anything... I just You can just... let yourself shake."
The man thought about it again after saying this, as if he was wondering if there was any big problem in what he just said.
The man with gray hands wanted to urge him to continue speaking quickly, but seeing that he was thinking so seriously, he didn't say anything and just waited. After a moment, the man continued: "After falling and stopping, at this time...I...I won't continue...falling...but...but I feel...I seem to have stood firm."
The man with gray hands asked again: "Stand firm, but do you think you are not standing on the ground?"
"Yes... there is no ground... there is no ground at all." The man said, "But I can... stand firm."
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you feel that you would continue to fall at that time? Explain, I am talking about, after you stopped falling, did you feel that you would fall again after a while?"
When the gray-handed man asked, he was worried that the other party would become nervous because he didn't understand. After he finished speaking, he explained again.
"I...at that time...at that time...I think about it..." the man said, "I felt that I should not continue to fall."
"Even if it takes a while, it won't happen again?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes... it should... it should be standing firm." The man said.
"Where do you think you stand?" asked the Gray Hand.
"At that time... I... I felt like I was standing in the air." The man said, "But... but what happened later... told me... I shouldn't be standing in the air."
"Do you remember how long you have been missing?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Still...still don't remember." The man replied.
"Is it because during that time in that world, it's not easy to feel how much time has passed?" the gray-handed man asked.
"This... you can put it this way." The man said, "Actually, I haven't thought about it clearly... but... you said it, and I think... it makes sense."
"What were you thinking about when you were standing in that place?" the man with gray hands asked.
(End of chapter)