Chapter 5479 (five thousand four hundred and seventy-nine) floating down
"I didn't hear it clearly, but it felt like I was... communicating with someone in the sky." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "Can you see him at that time?"
The man said: "You can see it."
"When the person who said 'Needles are stones, stones are needles' just said this to the sky, there were no more densely packed needles in front of you?" asked the man with gray hands.
The man said, "Yeah, not anymore."
The gray-handed man asked again: "Can you see the surrounding situation?"
"Still can't." The man said.
"Then how do you know he was speaking to the sky?" asked the man with gray hands.
The man replied: "At that time... I was no longer in pain as before, and I couldn't see the surrounding scene, but... his appearance appeared in front of me."
The man with gray hands asked: "Did you look up at him at that time?"
"No." The man said, "I... lowered my head, but his appearance appeared in front of my eyes, just like... dense needles appeared in front of my eyes before."
The man with gray hands asked: "Even in the dream, what you saw at that time was not him next to you, but just him in front of you?"
"Yes." The man said.
"Did you see him raising his head?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Yes." The man said, "The man in front of me... was looking up at the sky. But... this is not the only reason why I judged that he was talking to the sky."
"What other reasons?" asked the gray-handed man.
"And..." the man said, "I...heard his voice."
"Did you hear the sound made by him next to you, or the sound made by him in front of you?" asked the man with gray hands.
"It's... the sound made by him next to me." The man said.
The man with gray hands asked again: "You judged that he was talking to the sky based on the sounds you heard next to him and his movements in front of you?" "Yes." The man said.
"Did you think there was someone in the sky at that time?" asked the man with gray hands.
"Maybe... yes." The man said.
"The situation in the sky didn't appear before your eyes?" the man with gray hands asked.
"Didn't show up." The man said, "I remember... in my dream, I kind of wanted to see what was going on in the sky."
The man with gray hands asked again: "But you just can't see it?"
The man added: "Yes...I also...tried a little harder."
"How hard?" asked the gray-handed man.
"At that time in the dream, I thought... I just wanted..." the man said.
"What do you mean?" asked the gray-handed man.
"It's just...how to put it?" the man said, "I just thought with my heart, I want...to see what he is looking up at...I want to look at the sky, I think it is useful to think like this."
"But it's useless?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Still not seen." The man said, "Of course, my idea is not urgent. If it is urgent enough... maybe..."
At this point, the man denied his previous thoughts and said: "It's hard to say... In a dream... It's just a dream... Since it's a dream... It's not like the more urgent I think about it, the more I can realize it." The possibility is high.”
"What happened next?" asked the Gray-Handed Man, "what happened after that man spoke to the sky?"
The man replied: "Suddenly... blue nails... fell from the sky."
"Floating?" asked the man with gray hands, "Like catkins?"
(End of chapter)