Chapter 552: Whose right hand

Chapter 552 Who's Right Hand
Anger looked around and found that he did not know when he appeared in the darkness.
Someone is whispering in the ear.
What are you talking about? Anger frowned, he could not hear, but he felt that many people whispered in his ear, and may even have animal squats.
I don't know why, he feels that such a scene is extremely familiar, as if he had experienced it in the near future?
But when did he experience it? Angel can't remember.
In other words, his current head is chaotic, and there is basically no room for thinking and recollection.
He stood up and listened to the sound of his ears, not knowing what he should do now. But when he turned around inadvertently and saw a light spot in the distance, he snorted and then subconsciously pursued the only glimmer of light in the darkness.
The light spot was far away from him, but it never changed, like a lighthouse in the darkness, pointing out the direction of the road ahead.
The whisper continues, making Anger feel a little annoyed. In particular, the closer he is to the light spot, the louder the whisper, the different languages, different races, and different frequencies, all calling the same and short sounds.
I don't know how long it took, and Angel finally came to the spot.
This is a door.
But in the current chaotic thinking of Angel, he thinks this "door" is about a mirror? This strange thinking is because he saw inside the door and there was a figure facing him.
Anger and the people in the door stand opposite each other. Let him feel like he is looking in the mirror.
Even if the person inside the door could not see the appearance, the clothes were gorgeous and strange, and the hair was still long hair, and he was not at all similar; but he still felt that the people in the door, about... are themselves?
This kind of logic-breaking thought is actually a truth in his current thinking of mixing up with the wool group.
"You are me?" Angel whispered.
There is no answer on the opposite side.
Anger raised his right hand in confusion and slowly stretched over, trying to touch the other's face.
The right hand crossed the "door."
The people in the "door" also raised their hands, like Angel, and stretched out their hands. The hands of the two men meet at this time.
"It's so cool." Angel touched the other's hand, his only feeling, it was cold.
Just like breaking into the hail.
This cold touch makes Anger feel familiar. It seems that he was still touching it not long ago?
"What are you touching?" A low voice came into Angel's ear.
Anger thought this voice was said by the people inside the door. He was waiting to answer, but found that in a moment, the whispers in his ear disappeared, the darkness slowly faded, the light began to expand, and even the "door" in front of him broke into several pieces.
Then, Angel opened his eyes.
He saw a man who was familiar with him, dressed in a black gentleman's suit... Sanders.
Anger hasn't reacted yet, obviously he is following the "mirror", how suddenly he became Sanders?
At this time, he saw a glimpse in the eyes of Sanders.
Playful? Why are you joking? With the eyes of Sanders, Anger looked down. He saw his right hand wrist, was being held by Sanders, and his hand was unconsciously grasping the air.
Anger is sober. Looking back around, I found myself in a strange room, and under him was a wooden bed.
So he was just sleeping?
Then his wrist was caught by Sanders, wouldn't it be his dreams? Angel remembered his dream. He did touch some cold touches. Wouldn't it be that he touched Sanders?
When Anger thinks about this possibility, he feels that his back is cold. The other side is Sanders, the ridiculous Southland killing God, he is so arrogant, will Sanders smash his hand? After all, I am his apprentice, shouldn't it...?
Anger retracted his hand and then lowered his head, and quickly admit his mistake: "Teacher, I am wrong. I was dreaming, not deliberately trying to mold you..."
Sanders snorted and smiled. "What are you thinking about? I am asking you, what are you touching?"
"I am not touching you?" When Angel saw Sanders look disgusted, he knew that he had guessed wrong before, and quickly changed his mind: "I am touching the air...?"
Sanders shook his head and his face changed from the previous relaxed shape to seriousness: "No, you are thinking about it."
"I didn't touch anything... No, I seem to have caught a person's hand in my dream." Anger recalled his previous dream.
In his dreams, his thinking is chaotic. But he still remembers the approximate content.
"Who's the hand?" Sanders's face was serious, his eyes staring straight at Angel's right hand.
In the direction of his eyes, Anger put his eyes on his right hand.
His eyes condensed instantly.
Is this his hand? From the wrist that Saunders had previously pinched down, the entire palm almost changed.
Compared with his left hand, his right hand phalange seems to have become longer. He takes out his left hand and fits tightly with his right hand.
Every finger in the right hand has a knuckle longer than his left hand.
And the most amazing thing is that when he is moving his right hand, a strange pattern, flashing green light, lingers around his right hand.
Angel's brows are tight, this hand is mine?
Anger tried to pinch the palm of his hand and control his right hand. He tried to control the green lines suspended near his right hand, but those green lines were completely out of control.
The manipulation of the hand is just the same as before, but Angel is too strange to this hand.
The right hand accompanied 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?
"First put down your research, and later there is time to study. Answer me, whose hand did you catch?" Sanders interrupted Angel's thinking and asked again.
Anger shook his head: "I don't know, I can't see clearly... He is in the mirror, not right, it's inside the door. I don't know who he is, even, he is a man or a woman, and I don't see it clearly."

Is it a long blond hair?
Sanders asked.
Anger shook his head and nodded: "It's long hair, but I can't see what color. The clothes he wears seem to be gorgeous, but the color is still invisible." After a pause, Angel's eyes looked puzzled. Saunders: "Guide, how do you know? Do you see him?"
Sanders did not answer him immediately, but asked about the whole dream of Angel.
When Anger finished the scene in his dream, Sanders asked him about his experience after entering the witch town.
Angel still has no concealment, and he will say all the strange wooden houses and old witches. After listening to Sanders, he was silent for a moment: "You said, you met that person in your dreams. In the chaotic thinking of the time, do you think you are yourself?"
Anger nodded.
Sanders was silent for a moment and licked his temple: "When I found the wooden house you said, I saw two people. One, another, was covered by fog, but I saw that he grew up with you. Long hair with similar hair color."
"When I approached, he directly turned the fog away."
Angel: "So, the mentor did not see the person looks?"
Sanders nodded. "Although I didn't see what the man was, I saw his hand and was pulling your right hand. To be precise, it was in harmony with your right hand."
"His hand, my hand, fusion?" Angel looked at the strange right hand and only thought that everything was ridiculous.
Does this hand really belong to him, but belongs to another long-haired person?
It should be the person in his door who dreams and dreams.
But why is he doing this? Where did his own hand go?
He squeezed his right hand hard, and he could feel a powerful force, but it was strong and unfamiliar.
Suddenly, Angle's eyes condensed.
He found that when he pinched, there was a sign of blood flow on his hand, but... He is now a soul, how can there be blood flow?
"You finally found out?" Sanders raised his eyebrows: "Your right palm is turned into a physical one."
"The right hand has become a physical one?" Anger looked suspicious and quickly raised his left hand.
However, the left hand is still a soul, or that his whole body is only the right hand.
Then, Angel thought of a matter of great fear.
The right hand in the world has become an entity, what about the right hand in reality? Is it his, or the long-haired person?
What's more, if he is in the real world, who is the right hand in the soul?
The more Anger thinks, the more he feels that he is sweating.
Saunders said at this time: "I just said that the person's hand is merged with your right hand, and maybe it is not correct."
"Where is it wrong?"
"He seems to be merging with your hand, but it is like pulling your right hand from the wizarding world to the realm." Sandston paused: "Maybe there are two, but this needs to wait." We can only confirm after we return to the wizarding world."
"Before you, don't use your right hand first." Sanders glanced at the green grain around Anger's right hand, and there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes. The green grain seemed to have no energy, but Every time I look at it, there is always a hidden sense of horror.
Anger nodded, and some fell on the bed.
If Saunders said that he was really losing money this time, he lost his hand.
Saunders saw it, but thought for a moment, said: "I have a guess, maybe your hand has not been lost, this is also your probability."
Anger looked at the past.
Sanders: "You are not saying that the person you met in your dreams, you feel that you are yourself. Although you are in chaotic thinking at the time, perhaps it is because of this that your guess is not wrong."
"He may be you, but it is you who are projected by the border."
(End of this chapter)