Chapter 5449 (five thousand four hundred and forty-nine) There is a thorn
The gray-handed man asked: "Why can't you move?"
"That thick layer of fog was like...like a cage, trapping my hands inside." The man said.
"Can't break free at all?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Yes." The man said, "I have... tried very hard to... break away, but... it's useless. I can't move, and my fingers still feel pain. At that moment, I suspected that there were thorns in the thick fog, and my own My fingers were pinned to the ground by thorns in the thick fog."
The man with gray hands asked: "What happened next?"
"Then...I asked him what happened to my hand." The man said.
"Did he tell you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"No." The man said, "He said...I just said I didn't think it was necessary to read it. Now I still think it's unnecessary to read it."
"Did you answer?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Answered." The man said, "I said I no longer think...there is no need to look at it."
The gray-handed man asked: "Where is he?"
"He asked me if I wanted to know what my fingers looked like now." The man said.
"What did you say?" the gray-handed man said.
"I said... yes." The man said.
"Did he show it to you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"No." The man said, "He asked me to guess what my fingers look like now."
"Did you guess it?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Guessed it." The man said, "I asked... was it nailed by something?"
"Did he tell you now?" the gray-hand man asked.
The man said again: "No. He asked me...how else I felt."
The man with gray hands asked: "What did you tell him?"
The man said: "I said I felt my hand was nailed to the ground by the thorns in the thick fog." The gray-handed man said: "What did he say?"
"He asked me...why I thought it was a thorn." The man said.
"Did you answer him?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Answered." The man said, "I said because... I felt it."
The gray-handed man asked: "What happened next?"
The man said: "Then...he asked me what color I thought my nails were now."
The man with gray hands said: "Did you answer him in the dream?"
"Answered him." The man said, "I said...my nails should turn white."
The man with gray hands asked, "Did he say so?"
"He didn't say," the man said. "He asked me...why I thought it should become white."
"What about you?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I said... because the fog was too thick. The thick white fog trapped my hands and fingers like a cage. It would probably dye my nails the same color as... the white fog." The man said, "I I haven’t finished my words yet.”
"What else do you want to say?" the gray-handed man asked.
"In the dream, I...I wanted to say a lot more, but...but it was too painful at the time, and it hurt in many places on my body, so I couldn't talk any more," the man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Do you still remember what you want to say?"
"I don't remember." The man said.
"This dream left a particularly deep impression on you, didn't it?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes... I was very impressed." The man said, "But I don't remember what I wanted to say at that time."
"Do you know the reason why you don't remember?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Based on how deeply this dream impressed me, I think... the reason is probably... I couldn't figure out what I wanted to say in the dream, I just knew... I wanted to say a lot," the man said.
(End of chapter)