Chapter 553

Angel looked around blankly and found that he appeared in the darkness.

In my ear, someone is whispering.

What are you talking about? Angel frowned. He couldn't hear clearly, but he felt that many people were whispering in his ears, and there might even be the roar of animals.

Somehow, he felt that such a scene was very familiar, as if he had experienced it not long ago?

But when did he experience it? Angel can't remember.

In other words, his mind is in chaos, and there is basically not much room for thinking and remembering.

He stood up and listened to the rustle in his ears. He didn't know what to do now. But when he inadvertently turned around and saw a light spot in the distance, he was stunned, and then subconsciously pursued the only light in the dark.

The light spot was far away from him, but it never changed. It was like a lighthouse in the dark, pointing out the way for him.

The whisper continued, making Angel feel a little upset. In particular, as he gets closer to the light spot, the whisper becomes louder and louder. Different languages, different races and different frequencies are all shouting the same and short sound.

I don't know how long it took, angel finally came to the spot of light.

This is a door.

But in angel's current chaotic thinking, he thinks that this "door" is about a mirror? This strange thought was because he saw a figure facing him in the door.

Angel stood opposite the people in the door. It made him feel like he was looking in the mirror.

Even if the people inside the door can't see his face clearly, his clothes are gorgeous and strange, and his hair is still long hair, which is not similar to him at all; But he still felt that the person inside the door was about... Himself?

This illogical idea seems to be a truth in his current thinking, which is as tangled as a wool ball.

"Are you me?" Angel murmured.

There was no answer.

Angel raised his right hand suspiciously and slowly extended it to touch each other's face.

The right hand goes through the door.

The people in the "door" also raised their hands and stretched out their hands like angel. Their hands met at this time.

"It's so cold." Angel touched each other's hand. His only feeling was cold.

It's like falling into an ice cellar.

This cold touch makes Angel feel very familiar. It seems that not long ago, where did he touch it?

"What are you touching?" A low voice came into angel's ear.

Angel thought the voice was said by someone inside the door. He was about to answer, but found that in an instant, all the whispers in his ears disappeared, the darkness was slowly fading away, the light began to expand, and even the "door" in front of him was broken into pieces.

Then Angel opened his eyes.

He saw a man he knew very well, dressed in black gentleman's clothes... Sanders.

Angel didn't react. He was looking at the "mirror". Why did he suddenly become Sanders?

Then he saw a joke in Sanders' eyes.

banter? Why joke? Angel followed Sanders' eyes and looked down. He saw that his right wrist was being held by Sanders, and his hand was unconsciously grasping the air.

Angel was instantly awake. Looking around, I found myself in a strange room, and under him was a wooden bed.

So he was sleeping?

Then his wrist was caught by Sanders. Shouldn't it be his random touch in his dream? Angel thought of his dream. He did feel some cold touch. Did he just touch Sanders?

Angel felt his back cold at the thought of this possibility. The other party is Sanders. He is a serious southern region murderer. If he is so presumptuous, will Sanders cut off his hand? After all, I'm his apprentice. I shouldn't?

Angel withdrew his hand in embarrassment, then lowered his head and quickly admitted his mistake: "mentor, I'm wrong. I was dreaming just now. I didn't mean to model you..."

Sanders was stunned for a moment, smiled and scolded, "what are you thinking? I'm asking you, what are you touching?"

"Didn't I touch you?" Seeing Sanders' disgust on his face, angel knew he had guessed wrong and quickly changed his words: "I'm touching the air...?"

Sanders shook his head and his face changed from relaxed to serious: "no, you're thinking."

"I didn't touch anything... No, I seem to have caught a man's hand in my dream." Angel recalled his first dream.

In his dream, his mind is chaotic. But he remembered the general content.

"Whose hand?" Sanders's expression was serious and his eyes were fixed on angel's right hand.

Angel followed the direction of his eyes and put his eyes on his right hand.

His eyes twinkled.

Is this his hand? From the wrist that Sanders held earlier, the whole palm changed almost completely.

Compared with his left hand, the phalanx of his right hand seemed to become longer. He took out his left hand and fitted it tightly with his right hand.

Each finger of his right hand has a knuckle longer than his left hand.

And the most strange thing is that when he moves his right hand, strange lines twinkle around his right hand.

Angel frowned. Is this hand mine?

Angel tried to squeeze his palm, his right hand controlling freely. He tried to control the green lines suspended near his right hand, but those green lines were completely out of control.

The simple sense of control with the hand is the same as before, but angel is too strange to this hand.

His right hand had been with him for nearly sixteen years, and angel would not admit his mistake. This hand is obviously not his, but why can he control it freely?

"Put down your research first, and there will be plenty of time to study later. Answer me, whose hand did you catch?" Sanders interrupted angel's thinking and asked again.

Angel shook his head: "I don't know. I can't see clearly... He's in the mirror. No, it's inside the door. I don't know who he is. Even if he's male or female, I don't see clearly."

"Is it long blond hair?" Sanders asked.

Angel shook his head and nodded: "it's long hair, but I can't see what color. His clothes seem gorgeous, but the color is still unclear." After a pause, angel looked at Sanders with doubts: "mentor, how do you know? Did you see him too?"

Instead of answering him immediately, Sanders asked about angel's whole dream.

When Angel finished his dream, Sanders asked about his experience after entering witch town.

Angel still didn't hide it. He said all the strange wooden houses and old witches he met. After hearing this, Sanders was silent for a moment: "you said that you met that person in your dream. In the chaotic thinking at that time, you thought it was yourself?"

Angel nodded.

Sanders was silent for a moment and rubbed his temples. "When I found the wooden house you said, I saw two people. One you and the other were covered by the fog, but I saw that he had long hair similar to your hair color."

"When I approached, he melted the fog and disappeared."

Angel: so the tutor didn't see the man's face

Sanders nodded: "although I didn't see what the man looked like, I saw his hand holding your right hand. To be exact, it was merging with your right hand."

"His hand, my hand, fusion?" Angel looked at the strange right hand and felt that everything was absurd.

This hand does not belong to him, but to another man with long hair?

It should be the man in the door he dreamed of.

But why did he do that? Where's his own hand?

He squeezed his right hand hard. He could feel that it contained a powerful force, but no matter how powerful it was, it was strange.

Suddenly, angel's eyes coagulated.

He found that there were signs of blood flow on his hand when he was pinching, but... He is clearly a soul now. How can there be blood flow?

"You finally found out?" Sanders raised his eyebrows and said, "your right palm has become an entity."

"The right hand becomes an entity?" Angel looked surprised and quickly raised his left hand.

However, the left hand is still soul like, or only the right hand is an entity.

Then Angel thought of a terrible thing.

The right hand in the nightmare world becomes an entity. What about the right hand in reality? Is it his or the one with long hair?

What's more, if he goes out of the body in reality, whose right hand should he have in his soul?

The more angel thought about it, the more he felt cold sweat.

Sanders said at this time, "I just said that the man's hand is integrated with your right hand. Maybe it's wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"He seems to be merging with your hand, but it's like pulling your right hand from the wizard world to the nightmare world." Sandton paused: "maybe both, but we can't confirm it until we return to the wizard world."

"Before that, don't use your right hand." Sanders looked at the green lines around angel's right hand. There was a faint fear in the bottom of his eyes. Although the green lines seemed to have no energy, they always had a vague sense of terror.

Angel nodded and leaned back against the bed.

If it's true as Sanders said, he really lost his hands in the nightmare world this time.

Seeing this, Sanders thought for a moment and said, "I have a guess. Maybe your hand is not lost. It's also your hand."

Angel looked over.

Sanders: "you don't mean that the person you met in your dream, you think it's yourself. Although you were in chaotic thinking at that time, maybe it's because of this, your guess is right."

"He may be you, but you are projected by the nightmare world." 8)

(Panax notoginseng Chinese ET)