Chapter 5779 (five thousand seven hundred and seventy-nine) Green Sha
The man with brown hands added: "If I tell you, what does it have to do with it?"
"The sound coming from his belly, belly..." the gray-handed man said.
"Does it have anything to do with him being enchanted?" the brown-hand man asked.
The man with gray hands said: "It's very possible. He mentioned his abdomen before."
"Then the sound of rain we heard was caused by magic?" the brown-hand man asked.
"Even if it is, I can't figure it out." The gray-handed man said.
"I don't understand either," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said: "Do you feel anything?"
"No." The brown-hand man said, "I don't even have a superficial feeling, even a feeling that I don't quite believe."
The man with gray hands said again: "I see green."
"What's going on?" asked the man with brown hands.
"I don't know." The man with gray hands said, "It's very light green, to be precise, it looks like a layer of green gauze."
The man with brown hands asked, "Isn't it completely blocking your view?"
"Yes, it's not completely blocked." The gray-handed man said, "It's just that what I see has become a little greener under the influence of this green gauze."
"Could this green gauze be part of the number?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Huh?" said the man with gray hands, "I really didn't think so before, but when you tell me, it's not impossible. But it has always been here, and it doesn't seem like it just passed by."
"Then even if it is part of the number this time, it can't be called a 'plundering number'?" asked the man with brown hands.
"It doesn't seem possible," said the gray-hand man, "then it doesn't look like part of the number."
The man with brown hands asked: "Do you insist on counting the loot?"
"Not necessarily. Strictly speaking, those just now cannot be counted as 'plundering', but this time, like this green gauze, I feel that it doesn't seem to be part of the number." The gray-handed man said.
"What's the reason?" asked the man with brown hands.
"I can't tell you why," said the man with gray hands.
"Pure feeling?" asked the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said, "Yes, it doesn't seem to make sense." "But do you have some faith?" the man with brown hands asked.
"I believe it very much," said the man with gray hands.
The man with brown hands added: "Then what do you think is going on with the green yarn? Do you feel it now?"
"It seems that there are a few." The gray-handed man said, "After a while, there may be a few passing by on the green gauze."
The man with brown hands said: "If you feel like this, then I think it is really unlikely that it is a number."
The gray-hand man said: "Do you even believe in my feeling?"
The man with brown hands said, "There are some letters."
"Why?" asked the gray-handed man.
"I can't tell clearly," said the brown-hand man.
"There seems to be a lot of unclear things in this environment." The gray-handed man said.
"That's right," said the brown-hand man, "so if you can't explain it clearly, then you can't explain it clearly."
At this moment, the gray-handed man said: "Here we come, let's plunder them."
"Is it really just passing over the green gauze?" the man with brown hands asked.
"It's true," said the man with gray hands, "the numbers are counted sideways."
"How much is it?" asked the man with brown hands.
"I can't see clearly," the gray-handed man replied.
"Just because the numbers are sideways, you can only see one angle?" the brown-handed man asked.
"That's right," said the man with gray hands. "It doesn't work even if I try to change the angle."
"Why is it useless?" asked the man with brown hands.
"Because numbers can also change the angle." The gray-hand man said, "And it seems to be somewhat dependent on the green gauze."
"What kind of dependence?" asked the brown-hand man.
(End of chapter)