Chapter 5932 (five thousand nine hundred and thirty-two) crushed to pieces
The gray-hand man said: "You suddenly feel something again, don't you?"
"Yes, very obviously," answered the brown-hand man.
"Surface feeling?" the gray-hand man asked.
"That's right," said the brown-hand man.
"Are you expecting deep feelings at this moment?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Of course I've been looking forward to it for so long, but it won't show up." The man with brown hands said.
"Has there been any change before your eyes?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No," said the brown-hand man.
"Listen." The gray-handed man said.
"You mean the noise coming from his belly?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Yes." said the man with gray hands.
"The sound of dry leaves," said the man with brown hands.
"Although it still sounds like dry leaves, it gives me a completely different feeling." The gray-handed man said.
"What's the difference?" the brown-handed man asked, "I hear a difference too. I want to hear what you said is the same as mine."
The man with gray hands said: "The difference is that just now I felt that the sound of dry leaves was made by dry leaves of various colors, but now, I feel that the sound of dry leaves is only made by brown dry leaves."
The man with brown hands said: "It feels the same."
The gray-hand man said: "This is my superficial feeling."
"Mine too," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said: "Why is this happening? Are we overthinking it under the influence of the color of the tree beads, or should we have thought this way in the first place?"
"I think it's more likely that's what I should have thought," said the brown-hand man.
"Is this what Shuzhu wants to tell us?" the gray-hand man asked.
"Very likely," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands said again: "In this form?"
"Yes." The brown-hand man said, "Of course I came up with this."
The gray-hand man said: "The sound of brown dry leaves is getting louder and louder."
"There are other voices inside," said the brown-hand man.
"I heard it." The gray-handed man said, "Just now it was just the sound of leaves rubbing against each other, but now, I seem to hear the sound of leaves being crushed."
"That's the sound." The man with the brown hand said, "I seemed to see a bunch of brown leaves being squeezed hard by something when they came together, and they broke." The man with the gray hand said, "It seemed to be squeezing continuously."
The man with brown hands said: "Yes, it is still being squeezed and broken."
"I don't know how long this sound will last." The man with gray hands said.
"Is it so broken that there are no more leaves to squeeze out?" asked the man with brown hands.
"How many brown dry leaves do you think there are?" asked the man with gray hands.
"I can't think of anything," said the brown-hand man.
"You don't have any superficial feelings?" the gray-handed man asked.
"Not at all," said the brown-hand man.
The man with gray hands added, "I want to ask him."
"Let me ask," said the brown-hand man.
"I suddenly want to ask something else." The man with gray hands said.
"What do you ask?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Ask him if he can hear the sound of dry leaves." The gray-handed man said.
"Okay, that's what I'm asking," said the brown-hand man.
"Why do you ask?" the gray-handed man asked.
"No matter who asks, it's the same, right?" the brown-hand man said.
"Then let me ask." The man with gray hands said.
The man with brown hands said, "Wait a minute."
"Aren't they all the same?" asked the gray-handed man.
"Wait a minute," said the brown-hand man.
"Oh, I understand. You said that when you asked, you used 'all the same' as the reason. It's a different matter when you come to me." The gray-handed man said.
The brown-hand man smiled.
"I know why you are like this." The gray-handed man said.
"Why?" asked the brown-hand man.
"Because you think it might be dangerous to ask directly during this time, don't you?" the gray-handed man said.
(End of chapter)