"Why are you again!" Mo Wuwen turned around and saw that the soul that had been possessed by the fish did not know where to come out.

"I don't follow you, who am I following!"

"Why are you here?"

"Where can I go! It's been so far, hey, when do you say I'm going back to the world, I don't want to be a lonely ghost here. ”

"The world..."Mo Wuwen knew that it was easy to tell him to return to the world, as long as he found a wooden harrier to fly to Tongtian Mountain. But the demon always wants to kill him, and if he doesn't do it, he will come to the world to find him sooner or later.

"Why don't you go back to the world, do you remember that gray girl?"

"Don't bother and follow me!" The end of the ignorance soared.

"Boom, the demon was blown to ashes, it seems that you can't be soft on the demon, and countering violence with violence is the king!" The soul talks thoughtfully to itself.

Afraid that the demon would see it, Mo Wuwen flew at a low altitude, flying and flying in front of him with gray smoke, and it became thicker and thicker that he couldn't see where the stars in the sky were, so they got lost.

"Let's go see what's going on."

"Brutes, brutes...", a mournful cry came over. By the time Mo Wuwen flew in, the villagers had already been picked up in the air by the demon with a gun, and the blood was still dripping, but he couldn't scold anymore.

He saw that the last villager was also kicked into the hut by the demon, and the torch in the demon's hand began to ignite the hut, and suddenly the flames soared into the sky, and the miserable sounds in the hut came and fell, and someone struggled to run out of it and was cut off by the demon by the waist.

Qingmang drew from Mo Wuwen's hand.

"Celadon porcelain!" The terrified demon shouted, and fled with a little resistance.

The fire became more and more intense, and Mo Wuwen could not do anything to watch as the hut was burned down, and the villagers were burned alive inside. Such a tragic and humane scene made him cry as he stood on a wooden stake beside the burned ruins.

"Let's go, everyone is dead." The soul watched him stunned and urged him to go.

In desperation, he flew back and prepared to go to Weishui to contact the gods and fight the demon to the death.

Mo Wuwen stood on the shore of the rolling Weishui, and as long as he appeared on weekdays, the shrimp soldiers and crabs would rush to take him to the bottom of the Weishui. And today, after waiting for so long and still silent, why is that?

Boom, boom, boom, finally a fish came out of the water, "Heavenly Master, all your friends are gone." ”

"Where they went, when, how." Mo Wuwen popped up three questions in a row.

"I don't know."

"Win the fish."

"Lord Water God went out on a long trip, and I don't know when I will come back."

"Then what did they leave for me, and what did they leave for me?" Without a wooden harrier, Mo Wuwen was worried about how to go to Tongtian Mountain and how to return to the world.

"Heavenly Master, the little one doesn't know anything, and there will be a period later." The fish dived into the water without answering.

"Hehe, Heavenly Master, people obviously don't want to pay attention to you." The soul smiled coldly and teased him.

How can this be, where to find Helenzak and them, the sage and old monster's home and his uncle are still impressed, it seems that they can only go there to try their luck to find them.

"Heavenly Master, what is that on the river!" The soul shouted as he pointed to the dark shadow floating on the gray river.

"Black, the color that the gray world should not have. Let's check it out! Mo Wuwen took a few steps back and rushed forward, and when he got close to the black shadow, he realized that it was a small boat, and it was actually the boat he had come to the gray realm from the human world!

When the last thing fell on the plank, the water suddenly tossed up and down, and the huge waves rose like a mountain and the sea, and the boat shook and almost shook him into the water.

"Hold on to me!" Mo Wuwen saw the soul staggering and was about to be thrown off the side of the ship, and while roaring at it in the gale, he grabbed the oars in the hope of finding a support point in the gale.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem." His soul was choked by the waves, and he coughed incessantly, and his hand rested on Mo Wuwen's shoulder.

Mo Wuwen paddled desperately, hoping to row beyond the waves.

"The water is poisonous, and I feel like there's a breath running up and down in me right now." The soul said with a frown.

The bow of the boat was blown up and down by the wind, and the toss continued, and suddenly the boat spun counterclockwise, and the faster and faster it spun into the water. Mo Wuwen's heart was beating as if he was being tugged at by someone, and suddenly he felt dizzy and was dragged into the water.

The water was rushing past him, and he vaguely felt that he was constantly falling, and his consciousness began to be a little confused, and he thought, "Is it that I am going to die in the Weishui of the gray world today?" ”

At this moment, the water suddenly calmed down.

Mo Wuwen just exhaled happily, but the boat went straight up like an arrow from a string, and the boat seemed to smash something with a loud bang.

When he opened his eyes, he saw white clouds floating in the blue sky, the boat was sailing in the middle of the water, and the opposite shore was the lush Tianshiyi.

"Hahaha." Mo Wuwen laughed heartily, paddled the oars, slowly approached the embankment, and shouted to the sky: "On earth, I'm back again!" ”

When he was unheard, did he discover the soul? The soul that had returned with him from the Gray Realm did not know whereabouts.

"Heavenly Master, I'm here...", a weak voice came from his pocket.

"It's broken, is it the soul that let me receive it in the demon refining pot." Mo Wuwen took out the demon refining pot from his pocket in a panic, and with a pop, the zippo lighter that he had picked up in the gray world fell into the grass.

"Heavenly Master, I'm here..."A weak voice came from the grass.

Mo Wuwen leaned down to look for the shadow of the soul.

"I'm on the lighter, Heavenly Master, I'll see if I can escape now." A weak voice came from the lighter.

"Ahh

Poof, the soul just floated out of the lighter gently, and immediately gasped, "No, the sun is too hot for me to stand it." ”

In the blink of an eye, he re-entered the lighter and asked Mo Wuwen to pick it up and put it in the bag.

When he arrived at his uncle's house, his aunt saw him from afar and shouted into the house, "Gui Cheng, isn't this unheard, I said how could such a big child get lost." ”

His uncle hurriedly walked out of the house and asked, "It's not that I came yesterday, why did I only arrive today?" ”

Mo Wuwen glanced at his aunt, winked at his uncle and said, "I met a friend yesterday and asked him to go and drink until dawn." ”

"Hey, young people just don't know how to cherish their bodies." His aunt turned around and went into the house to cook for them.

"What the hell is going on?" As soon as she left, her uncle asked impatiently.

"I fell into the Gray Realm again when I came." Mo Wuwen said to his uncle seriously.

"You're all right, unheard. The gray world is just a legend, how can there be any gray world. His uncle looked at him strangely.

"I really don't believe you look at my clothes." Mo Wuwen felt that this was the best persuasion, and the clothes were the clothes of the people of the Gray World.

As soon as he finished speaking, his clothes turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared into the ground.