Ingres looked around blankly and realized that at some point, he had appeared in the darkness.

In my ears, someone whispered softly.

What are you talking about?Ingres frowned, he couldn't hear clearly, but he could feel a lot of people whispering in his ear, maybe even the low roar of an animal.

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 go through it? Ingres can't remember.

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

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

The point of light was far away from him, but it never moved, like a beacon in the darkness, showing him the way forward.

The whispering continued, making Ingres feel a little irritated. Especially, as he got closer to the point of light, the louder the whispers became, different languages, different races, different frequencies, all shouting the same and short sound.

I don't know how long I walked, but Angels finally came to the point of light.

It's a door.

But in Ingres's current chaotic thinking, he felt that this "door" was about a mirror, and this strange thinking was because he saw a figure facing him inside the door.

Ingres stood opposite to the people in the door. It makes him feel like he's looking in a mirror.

Even if he couldn't see the appearance of the people inside the door clearly, the clothes were gorgeous and unfamiliar, and the hair was still long, which was not similar to him at all, he still felt that the people inside the door were about ...... Is it yourself?

This illogical thought, in his current thinking, which is mixed together like a ball of yarn, seems to be a truth.

"Are you me?" Ingres muttered under his breath.

There was no answer from the other side.

Angel raised his right hand suspiciously, and slowly reached over, wanting to touch the other party's face.

The right hand passed through the "door".

The man inside the "door" also raised his hand, and stretched it out, as Ingres did. The hands of the two met at this time.

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

It's like falling into an ice cellar.

This cold touch made Angel feel very familiar. It seems, not so long ago, where else did he touch?

"What are you touching?" a deep voice came into Ingres' ears.

Ingres thought that the voice was from the man inside the door. He was about to answer, but in an instant, all the whispers in his ears disappeared, the darkness slowly faded, and the light began to expand, and even the "door" in front of him was broken into several pieces.

Then, Ingres opened his eyes.

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

Angel hasn't reacted yet, obviously he is looking in the "mirror", why did he suddenly become Sanders?

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

Jokes? Why joke? Ingres followed Sanders' gaze and looked down. He saw that his right wrist was being pinched by Sanders, and his own hand was unconsciously scratching the air.

Angel was instantly sober. Looking around, he found himself in an unfamiliar room, with a wooden bed beneath him.

So he was just asleep?

Then his wrist was grabbed by Sanders, it couldn't be that he was touching something in a dream, right? Angel remembered his dream, he did feel some cold touch, could it be that he touched Sanders?

The thought of this possibility sent chills down Ingre's spine. The other party is Sanders, the smiling Southern Regions Killing God, he is so presumptuous, will Sanders chop off his hand? After all, I am his apprentice, I should not ...... Right?

Angel retracted his hand with an embarrassed face, then lowered his head and quickly admitted his mistake: "Mentor, I was wrong." I was dreaming just now, and I didn't mean to model your ......"

Sanders was stunned for a moment, then laughed and scolded, "What kind of nonsense are you thinking? I'm asking you, what are you touching?"

"Am I not touching you?" Ingres saw Sanders' disgusted face, and knew that he had guessed wrong, so he quickly changed his words: "I'm touching the air...... Right?"

Sanders shook his head, his face changed from his previous relaxed look to seriousness: "No, you're thinking about it. ”

"I didn't touch anything...... No, I seem to have grabbed someone's hand in my dream. Ingres recalls a previous dream.

When in a dream, his mind is chaotic. But he still remembered the general content.

"Whose hand?" said Sanders, his expression serious, his eyes staring straight at Angels' right hand.

Ingres followed the direction of his gaze and placed his gaze on his right hand.

His eyes froze instantly.

This is his hand, starting with the wrist Sanders had pinched earlier, and the entire palm of his hand has changed almost completely.

The phalanges of his right hand seemed to have become longer than his left, and he took out his left hand and pressed it tightly against his right hand.

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

And the most bizarre thing is that when he moved his right hand, strange lines, flashing with brilliant green light, swirled around his right hand.

Ingres frowned, this hand is mine?

Angel tried to squeeze his palm, but his right hand was in control. He tried to control the green lines that were floating near his right hand, but the green lines were completely out of control.

The sense of control with the hand alone is the same as before, but Angel is too new to this hand.

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

"Put down your research first, and then have time to do it. Answer me, whose hand did you catch?" Sanders interrupted Ingres' thoughts 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 didn't know who he was, and I didn't even know if he was a man or a woman. ”

"Is it long blonde hair?" asked Sanders.

Angel shook his head and nodded, "It's long hair, but I can't see what color it is." The clothes he was wearing seemed to be gorgeous, but the color was still not clear. After a pause, Ingres looked at Sanders with puzzled eyes: "Mentor, how do you know?

Sanders didn't answer him immediately, but asked about Ingres' entire dream.

When Angel finished his dream, Sanders asked him about his experience in Witch Town.

Angel still didn't hide it, and told all the strange wooden houses and the old witch he encountered. After listening to this, Sanders was silent for a moment: "You said, you met that person in your dream, and in the chaotic thinking at that 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 said, I saw two people. One of you and the other were obscured by the fog, but I saw that he had long hair of a similar color to yours. ”

"As soon as I approached, he just dissolved and disappeared. ”

Angels: "So, the mentor didn't see the man's face either?"

Sanders nodded: "I didn't see what that man looked like, but I saw his hand, holding your right hand." To be precise, it's merging with your right hand. ”

"His hand, my hand, fusion?" Ingres looked at the unfamiliar right hand, and only felt that everything was absurd.

Is it true that this hand does not belong to him, but to another long-haired man?

It should be the person inside the door he dreamed of.

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

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

Suddenly, Angels' eyes froze.

He noticed that when he pinched, there were signs of blood flow in his hands, but ...... He is obviously a soul body now, how can there be blood circulation?

"You've finally found out?" Sanders raised an eyebrow, "Your right palm has become a substance." ”

"The right hand has become a substance?" Ingres looked suspicious and quickly raised his left hand.

However, his left hand is still in the form of a soul, or rather, only his right hand is an entity.

Then, Ingres thought of something that was very scary.

The right hand in the Nightmare Realm has become a physical entity, but what about the right hand in reality? Is it his, or is it the long-haired man?

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

The more Angels thought about it, the more she felt a cold sweat break out.

Sanders then said, "I just said that the man's hand fused with your right hand, which may be a little wrong. ”

"What's wrong?"

"He looks like he's merging with your hand, but it's like he's pulling your right hand from the wizarding realm to the nightmare realm. Sanderston paused, "Maybe both, but that won't be confirmed until we get back to the wizarding world." ”

"Don't use your right hand until then. Sanders glanced at the green lines on Ingres' right hand, and there was a faint fear in his eyes, although the green lines seemed to have no energy, but there was always a faint sense of horror every time he looked at it.

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

If it's really as Sanders said, he really lost a lot of money when he came to the Nightmare Realm this time, and he lost all his hands.

Seeing this, Sanders thought for a moment and said, "I have a guess, maybe your hand is not missing, and it is most likely your hand." ”

Angel looked over.

Sanders: "You don't mean that the person you meet in your dreams thinks it's you. Although it is said that you were in a chaotic mind at the time, perhaps because of this, your guess was not wrong. ”

"He may be you, but it's you who has been projected by the Nightmare Realm. ”