Super Dimensional Wizard

Angel looked around blankly and found that he had appeared in darkness at some point.

In my ear, someone whispered softly.

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

For some reason, he felt that this 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 in chaos now, and he basically doesn't have much room to think and remember.

He stood up, listening to the rustling sound in his ears, not knowing what to do now. But when he turned around inadvertently and saw a spot of light in the distance, he was stunned, and then subconsciously searched for the only glimmer of light in the darkness.

The light point was far away from him, but it never changed, like a beacon in the darkness, pointing the way for him.

The whispers continued, making Angel feel a little irritated. In particular, as he got closer to the light spot, the whispers became louder and louder. Different languages, different races, and different frequencies were all shouting the same short sound.

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

This is a door.

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

Angel and the person inside the door stood facing each other. Make him feel like he is looking in the mirror.

Even though he couldn't see clearly the appearance of the person inside the door, his clothes were gorgeous and unfamiliar, and his hair was long, nothing like him. But he still felt that the person inside the door was probably... himself?

This idea that defies logic seems to be a truth in his current thoughts that are mixed together like a ball of wool.

"Are you me?" Angel murmured softly.

There was no answer from the other side.

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

The right hand goes through the "door".

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

"It's so cold." Angel touched the other person's hand, and the only thing he felt was coldness.

It's like falling into an ice cellar.

This cold touch felt very familiar to Angel. It seemed that not long ago, where else had he touched?

"What are you touching?" A low voice came into Angel's ears.

Angel thought the voice came from the person inside the door. He was waiting for an answer, but found that in an instant, all the whispers in his ears disappeared, the darkness slowly faded away, the light began to expand, and even the "door" in front of him was broken into several pieces.

Then Angel opened his eyes.

He saw a person who looked very familiar to him, dressed in black gentleman's uniform... Sanders.

Before Angel could react, he was obviously looking in the "mirror", so why did he suddenly become Sanders?

At this time, he saw a hint of amusement in Sanders's eyes.

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

Angel suddenly woke up. Looking back at his surroundings, he found that he was in an unfamiliar room, with a wooden bed beneath him.

So he was asleep just now?

Then his wrist was grabbed by Sanders. Could it be that he was touching something in his dream? Angel thought of his dream. He did feel something cold. Could it be that he touched Sanders?

Angel felt a chill running down his spine when he thought of this possibility. The other party is Sanders, the stern killing god of the Southern Region. If he is so presumptuous, will Sanders chop off his hand? After all, I am his apprentice, so I shouldn't...right?

Angel retracted his hand with an embarrassed look on his face, 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 was stunned for a moment, then laughed and cursed: "What nonsense are you thinking about? I'm asking you, what are you touching?"

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

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

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

When he was dreaming, his thinking was chaotic. But he still remembered the general content.

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

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

His eyes froze for a moment.

Is this his hand? Starting from the wrist that Sanders pinched before and going down, the entire palm of his hand--\u003e\u003e

Almost completely changed.

Compared with his left hand, the phalanges of his right hand seemed to be longer. He took out his left hand and pressed it tightly against his right hand.

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

And the most bizarre thing was that when he moved his right hand, strange lines, shining with green light, circled around his right hand.

Angel frowned tightly. Is this hand mine?

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

The control feeling simply by hand was the same as before, but Angel was too unfamiliar with 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 so well?

"Put down your research first. There will be plenty of time to do it later. Answer me, whose hand did you catch?" Sanders interrupted Angel's thoughts and asked again.

Angel shook his head: "I don't know, I can't see clearly... He is in the mirror, no, inside the door. I don't know who he is, and I can't even see clearly whether he is a man or a woman."

"Does it have long blond hair?" Sanders asked.

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

Sanders did not answer him immediately, but asked about Angel's entire dream.

When Angel finished describing the scene in his dream, Sanders asked about his experience after entering Witch Town.

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

Angel nodded.

Sanders was silent for a moment and rubbed his temples: "When I found the wooden house you mentioned, I saw two people. One was you, and the other was obscured by the fog, but I saw that he looked like you. Long hair of a similar color.”

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

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

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 fused with your right hand."

"His hand, my hand, fused?" Angel looked at the unfamiliar right hand and felt 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 would he do this? Where did his own hands go?

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

Suddenly, Angel's eyes froze.

He found that there were signs of blood flowing in his hands when he pinched them, but...he was obviously in a soul body now, how could there be blood flowing?

"You finally discovered it?" Sanders raised his eyebrows: "Your right palm has turned into a physical entity."

"Has your right hand become a physical entity?" Angel looked surprised and quickly raised his left hand.

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

Then, Angel thought of something that was extremely scary to think about.

The right hand in the nightmare world has become a physical entity, but what about the right hand in reality? Is it his, or the long-haired man's?

What's more, if he leaves his body in reality, whose right hand in his soul should belong to him?

The more Angel thought about it, the more he felt like he was breaking out in a cold sweat.

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

"What's wrong?"

"It seems that he is merging with your hand, looking for the book www.zhaoshuyuan.com, but he also seems to be pulling your right hand from the wizard world to the nightmare world." Sanders paused: "Maybe There are both, but we need to wait until we return to the wizarding world to confirm."

"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 seemed to have no energy, There is always a vague sense of terror every time I look at it.

Angel nodded and leaned against the bed with some dejection.

If it is true as Sanders said, he really suffered a big loss this time when he came to the nightmare world and lost his hand.

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

Angel looked over.

Sanders: "You didn't say that you thought the person you met in the dream was you. Although you were in chaotic thinking at the time, maybe because of this, your guess was not wrong."

"He may be you, but he is you who was projected by the nightmare world."