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After Sanders left, Angel hovered there and thought for a moment.
"Exclude all possible interference and follow your heart." This is what Sanders said before, and Angel was also thinking about it at this time.
If this choice is really so important, will he be interfered by some external factors? Is his choice really the right one?
Angel is also seeing his true nature and rethinking whether his decision has been hasty.
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But at this time, in a certain dimension that cannot be pried into.
There are a large number of clocks densely scattered here, round, square, long, flat, and even half of them are embedded in the void. At a glance, you can't tell the number at all.
Among all the clocks, the one in the center is the largest and most conspicuous.
Because, on the top of this clock, sits a tall black shadow.
This black figure looked very relaxed, listening to the sound of the beating hands around him and humming an unknown tune in his nose.
Suddenly, among the many clocks, the hands and minute hands of a circular clock began to beat.
When the minute hand and the hour hand return to 0 o'clock at the same time, the clear and loud sound of the bell surrounds this endless space densely populated with numerous time wheels.
Only then did the black shadow raise his head and look at the bell that resounded through time and space.
"There is a mark that touches the choice." The shadow muttered: "Let me see."
The round clock was pulled out of thin air by the black shadow and pulled in front of him.
At this time, golden light was flowing from the clock.
"Tsk tsk, the overflowing honey of time is so sweet... It seems that it is necessary to go and see it."
The black shadow jumped lightly and jumped down from the top of the clock.
At the same time, a circular metal door appeared in the center of the huge clock, where the wheel should have been. The black shadow walked to the metal door, preparing to push it open and step into the marked area.
However, the moment his hand touched the round metal door, his fingertips suddenly pricked.
He took his hand back.
A drop of pale golden blood slowly oozed out from the fingertips. The blood flowed around the fingertips for a while, then dripped into the void... and disappeared.
The black shadow stayed in place for a while, but in the end, it did not step into the metal door again, but returned to the top of the clock.
"If I go, I will have a bad feeling."
But who does this bad premonition come from?
Someone being tagged? It seems not.
"Could it be that if I go there, I will see an old acquaintance?" The shadow pondered for a moment, but did not see the answer in the wheel of time.
"Forget it, I won't go."
He thought for a while, and then turned his gaze again to the round clock that was still shining with golden light.
"It seems that he is a person with a profound influence... Well, let's add a mark."
As he finished speaking, the originally dusty shell of the round clock began to glow with a lustrous luster.
At the same time, a faint figure appeared in the center of the clock.
If Angel were here, he would be able to find that this figure is exactly what he looked like when he refined the Blood Night Asylum many years ago.
Watching Angel's illusion quietly, the corners of the black shadow's mouth slightly raised.
"Hey, it's you, young man."
The black shadow's voice was full of interest, as if he had discovered some interesting toy. He still did not leave for the metal door to go to the chosen place, but carefully observed Angel's illusion.
It seemed that Angel's figure was imprinted in his eyes.
After a long time, the black shadow laughed softly, wiped away the illusion in a good mood, and then pushed the round clock aside.
Only this time, he did not push the round clock to its place in the distant clock pile.
Instead, it was hovering near the huge clock.
There are very few clocks here, only about a thousand. Each of these clocks of different shapes shines with extremely dazzling brilliance, and they are also very large. Some of them are even close to the huge time wheel where the black shadow stands.
The round clock that represents Ingres looks very small and dim in the forest of these huge clocks, even a little uncoordinated and awkward.
If someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder saw this scene, they would probably be so irritated that they could dig through the core of the earth with their toenails.
But Black Shadow obviously does not have any obsessive-compulsive disorder, or in other words, his obsessive-compulsive disorder does not lie in appearance. Not only did he not feel any displeasure, he even whistled happily.
Chapter completed!