Going up the mountain to pick up bayberry, the trail becomes overgrown with weeds because few people pass by, and the mud after the rain is unbearable, turning the road bumpy and twisted into a dangerous Huashan cliff.

Mo Wuwen cautiously moved up. After this section of the terraced fields, the ridges are very flat and open, this is not a dangerous area, he hummed a little song all the way, while waving a bamboo pole to chase the butterflies fluttering in the breeze.

Suddenly, he felt a strong force dragging his legs backwards, he tried his best to escape and rushed forward, hearing the whirring pant and beating his ears heavily, he threw his hand back in excitement, but he didn't notice the abrupt stone on the ground, and fell from the ridge.

When he fell, he saw that the scenery around him was like a white light that quickly faded, and when he stood up, he found that everything was gray, even the sun was gray.

He stretched out his hand to brush the gray weeds on the ridges, but he only felt ethereal nothingness, there were no weeds at all!

In a panic, he desperately called for help and ran, but he was like a cloud and couldn't keep his feet on the ground. You can see the trees moving next to you, you can hear the sound of the noise, but you can't touch anything, you can't touch anything, you can't have anything.

Even the smoke rising from the bottom of the mountain was a gloomy firework. He screamed hard, but he couldn't hear his own call, only the pounding of his heart.

He continued to run forward desperately, without any obstacles, seemingly without a master, through the hills and trees. I don't know how long I ran, but I hit a ruined wall, but at this time I really felt the sound and pain of the collision, my eyes went black, and I fainted.

"Who are you?"

What appeared in front of him was a Cinderella, quite beautiful, just all kinds of light and thick gray.

"Ah, the ghost!" Mo Wuwen jumped up and ran.

"You're the ghost, what are you running around in circles!"

After running for so long, the end of the silence is still this Cinderella in front of me.

"Who am I and where am I?"

"Then I have to ask you, it was you who fainted by the ridge."

"Why is everything gray?"

"What did you say?"

"Why is everything gray!"

"Who are you! Why do you ask? ”

"I'm ignorant, how did I know I was going to come to this hellish place."

"And what color do you say your sky is?"

"It's not a big deal, blue sky and white clouds, don't you know?"

"What does blue look like?"

"What color are my jeans, you can't see them?"

"Gray."

"Haha, you're funny, it's blue, blue blue." Laughing and laughing, Mo Wuwen felt that this Cinderella was so innocent, and she was no longer afraid.

"Shhhh

The pale gray sky, the light gray river, the dark gray woods, even the wind blows the gray smell.

Mo Wuwen followed Cinderella on the gray road, and finally arrived at an old wooden building, exuding a faint sense of time.

Scattered in the doorway are some gray rough stone benches and stone chairs, and a few scattered gray wood figure sculptures, and two light gray lanterns hanging under the eaves flickering and bright.

When he walked slowly to the front of the house, the door was still open, and it was vaguely obvious that it belonged to a teahouse or a wine shop.

"Grandpa, grandpa."

"Who is he?"

"Grandpa, talking in the house, he said the sky was blue."

"You are a low-lying area with serious smog, and you are so gray."

"Sit down, young man, go and close the door."

"What do you have to eat?" It's just that Mo Wuwen gradually got used to the gray and began to feel hungry.

"You say you're hungry?"

"If you don't eat for a day, you're not hungry."

"How can there be a shadow that will feel hungry."

"What a shadow shadow, do you speak Mandarin well?"

"How?"

"How do I know, I fell down from the ridge and fell to this damn place."

"You are from the world."

"Not on earth, am I from heaven?"

"Grandpa, if you don't explain it to him, he doesn't know where it is."

"Don't worry about it, if there is anything to eat, if not, I'll go out and find something."

"Rong'er, go and give him a bowl of ash tree sap."

Mo Wuwen looked at the gray soup in front of him, and thought, "Is this the legendary Meng Po soup, am I dead?" ”

Panicking, his hands began to tremble.

"Drink, it tastes good."

"Drink it, drink it, it's dead anyway, can't you die again!" Mo Wuwen picked up the bowl and drank the ash tree sap in one gulp, wiped the corners of his mouth, hey, the hunger and exhaustion just now were swept away.

"When can I be reincarnated?"

"Haha, you're not dead, what are you recarnating." Helian smiled like a pale gray ink flower.

"You're not Meng Po?"

"Rong'er, you go outside to see if there are any demons, and I'll explain it to him." The gray old man turned to Mo Wuwen, "Pangu opens the sky, you know." ”

"Who doesn't know this!"

"The heavens and the earth are chaotic, and Pangu opens the world. Yang is clear for the sky, cloudy for the earth, shh After death, the bone joints are mountains and forests, the body is rivers and seas, the blood is Huai, the hair is grass and trees, but its shadow turns into ashes. ”

"This is the Gray Realm?"

"For thousands of years, gray ** has never had anything to do with the world, the underworld, and the fairyland. It wasn't until Nuwa practiced the stone to make up for the sky with the five-colored soil, and the green soil was left in the world, and Zhang Tianshi picked up the soil and fired it into celadon, opening the door to the gray world by mistake. ”

"Slow, slow, I still don't understand what you're talking about."

"My ancestor once went to the world with Zhang Tianshi, and he said that the sky in the world is a blue sky."

"Oh." Mo Wuwen replied as if he didn't understand.

"Grandpa, it's not good, the demon is chasing after you!"

They hurried up to the window to watch, and from a distance came the sound of piercing the dull night sky, and the silver-gray fireworks bloomed in the air, and when they were scattered, they suddenly wound into a dark gray ball in mid-air like a string and arrow and rushed to the surface of the stagnant river, and in an instant, the huge waves of a thousand layers were stirred up like a tsunami across the shore.

"Rong'er, you take him to hide quickly, he drank the ash tree sap, and he won't be able to smell him for a while."

Whoa, the gate was pounded.

"Master, what's the matter?"

"Old man Helian, have you seen a stranger?"

"Master, how can there be, I don't even have acquaintances in the wilderness of this mountain village, don't say anything stranger."

Through the crack in the door, Mo Wuwen gasped: Isn't this the mandrill I saw on the mountain that night?

"Old man Helian, you know the consequences of not reporting it. Also, what about ash tree sap, how much have you saved? ”

"Master, I'll go get it to you, a bucket full."

"No, there's a strange smell here." The mandrill sniffed and looked around.