Hyperdimensional Warlock

Chapter 552 Who's Right Hand
Angel looked around in a daze, and found that he appeared in the darkness at some point.

In the ear, someone whispered softly.

What are you talking about?Angel frowned, he couldn't hear clearly, but he felt a lot of people whispering in his ears, and there might even be low growls from animals.

For some reason, he felt that such a scene was extremely familiar, as if he had experienced it not long ago?
But when did he experience it?Angel couldn't remember.

In other words, his mind is now in a state of chaos, basically there is not much room for thinking and recalling.

He stood up, listening to the rustle in his ear, not knowing what to do now.But when he inadvertently turned around and saw a spot of light in the distance, he froze for a moment, then subconsciously searched for the only light in the darkness.

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

The whispering continued, which made Angel feel a little annoyed.Especially, as he got closer to the light spot, the whispering sound became louder and louder. Different languages, different races, and different frequencies were all calling the same short sound.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Angel finally came to the spot of light.

This is a door.

But in Angel's current chaotic thinking, he feels that this "door" is probably a mirror?This strange thinking was because he saw a figure facing him inside the door.

Angel and the people inside the door stood opposite each other.It made him feel like he was looking in a mirror.

Even though he couldn't see the face of the person inside the door, the clothes were gorgeous and unfamiliar, and his hair was still long, which didn't resemble him at all; but he still felt that the person inside the door was probably... himself?
This kind of thought that defies logic, in his current thinking, which is mixed like a ball of wool, seems like a truth.

"You are me?" Angel murmured in a low voice.

There was no answer on the other side.

Angel raised his right hand in doubt, and slowly stretched it out, wanting to touch the other person's face.

The right hand goes through the "door".

The people inside the "door" also raised their hands, like Angel, stretched out their hands.The hands of the two met at this moment.

"It's so cold." Angel touched the opponent's hand, and the only feeling he felt was the coldness.

It's like falling into an ice cellar.

This cold touch made 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 ears.

Angel thought the voice was from 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, the light began to expand, and even the "door" in front of him was broken into several pieces.

Then, Angor opened his eyes.

He saw a man very familiar to him, Sanders in a black gentleman's suit.

Angel hadn't realized it yet. He was clearly looking at the "mirror", so why did he suddenly become Sanders?
At this moment, he saw a hint of teasing in Sanders' eyes.

joking?Why are you joking?Angel followed Sanders' gaze and looked down.He saw his right wrist being pinched by Sanders, and his hand was unconsciously grabbing the air.

Angor woke up instantly.Looking back around, he found that he was in a strange room, and under him was a wooden bed.

So he was asleep just now?
Then his wrist was grabbed by Sanders, couldn't it be that he fumbled around in his dream?Angel recalled his dream. He did feel some cold sensations. Could it be Sanders?

When Angel thought of this possibility, he felt chills down his spine.The other party is Sanders, the serious Southern Territory killer. If he is so presumptuous, will Sanders chop off his hand?After all, I am his apprentice, so I shouldn't... right?

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

Sanders froze for a moment, then cursed with a smile: "What mess are you thinking about? I'm asking you, what are you touching?"

"Aren't I touching you?" Seeing Sanders' disgusted face, Angel knew that he had guessed wrong earlier, so he quickly changed his words: "I'm touching the air... right?"

Sanders shook his head, his face changed from relaxed to serious: "No, you are thinking about it."

"I didn't touch anything... No, I seemed to catch someone's hand in my dream." Angel recalled the previous dream.

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

"Whose hand?" Sanders looked serious, staring straight at Angel's right hand.

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

His eyes froze for an instant.

This is his hand?From the wrist Sanders pinched down, the entire palm has almost completely changed.

Compared with his left hand, the phalanges of his right hand seem to have become longer, and he took out his left hand and fitted it tightly with his right hand.

Each finger of his right hand is one knuckle longer than his left hand.

And the most weird thing is that when he moves his right hand, strange patterns, shining with green light, linger around his right hand.

Angel frowned tightly, is this hand mine?

Angel tried to squeeze the palm of his hand, and he could control his right hand freely.He tried to control the green lines floating near his right hand again, but those green lines were completely out of control.

The sense of control with just the hand is the same as before, but Angel is too unfamiliar with this hand.

His right hand has been with him for nearly 16 years, and Angel will not admit his mistake.This hand is obviously not his, but why can he control it freely?
"Put down your research first, 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, and I don't even see clearly whether he is male or female."

"Is it long blonde hair?" Sanders asked.

Angel shook his head and nodded again: "It's long hair, but I can't see what color it is. The clothes he is wearing seem to be gorgeous, but the color is still unclear." After a pause, Angel looked suspiciously at the hair. Looking at Sanders: "Mentor, how do you know? Did you see him too?"

Sanders didn't answer him right away, but asked about Angel's entire dream.

After Angor finished talking about the scene in his dream, Sanders asked him about his experience after entering Witch Town.

Angel still didn't hide anything, and told all about the weird wooden house and the old witch that he encountered.Sanders was silent for a moment after listening: "You said, you met that person in your dream. In the chaotic thinking at that time, you thought it was yourself?"

Angor nodded.

Sanders was silent for a moment, rubbing his temples: "When I found the wooden house you mentioned, I saw two people. One was you, and the other was covered by the mist, but I saw him grow up with you Long hair with a similar color."

"When I got closer, he just disappeared into the mist."

Angel: "So, the instructor didn't see that person's appearance?"

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

"His hand, mine, fusion?" Angel looked at the strange right hand, feeling that everything was absurd.

This hand does not belong to him, but to another long-haired man?

It should be the person inside the door that he dreamed about.

But why, did he do this?Where did his own hand go?

He squeezed his right hand hard, and he could feel a powerful force in it, but no matter how powerful it was, it was still unfamiliar.

Suddenly, Angel's eyes froze.

He found that when he pinched, there were signs of blood flowing in his hands, but...he is clearly a soul body now, how could there be blood flowing?
"You finally found out?" Sanders raised his eyebrows: "Your right palm has become a reality."

"The right hand has become a reality?" Angel looked surprised, and quickly raised his left hand.

However, the left hand is still in the shape of a soul, or in other words, only the right hand is a body in his whole body.

And then, Angel thought of a frightening thing.

The right hand in the Nightmare Realm has become a reality, but what about the real right hand?Is it his, or the one with the long hair?
What's more, if he is out of his body in reality, whose right hand in his soul should it be?

The more Angel thought about it, the more he felt cold sweat all over his body.

Sanders said at this time: "I just said that the man's hand merged with your right hand, and there may be something wrong."

"What's wrong?"

"He looks like he is merging with your hand, but it also seems to be pulling your right hand from the wizard world to the nightmare world." Sanders paused: "Maybe it has both, but it will take a while." We won't be able to confirm until we return to the wizarding world."

"Before that, don't use your right hand." Sanders glanced at the green lines surrounding Angel's right hand, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes. Although the green lines looked powerless, they There is always a vague sense of terror every time I look at it.

Angel nodded, leaning against the head of the bed a little dejectedly.

If it is true as what Sanders said, he really suffered a big loss when he came to the Nightmare Realm this time, and lost his hands.

Seeing this, Sanders thought for a moment, and said, "I have a guess, maybe your hand is not lost, and there is a high probability that it is also your hand."

Angor looked over.

Sanders: "Didn't you say that the person you met in your dream was yourself. Although you were in a chaotic state of mind at the time, perhaps because of this, your guess was correct."

"He may be you, but it is you projected by the Nightmare Realm."

(End of this chapter)