Waking up from a dream is nothing but sadness, sometimes the dream is very clear, sometimes it is forgetful.

If sadness becomes the whole of life, then what is the point of living, if happiness is forgotten.

Mo Ren was the last to walk out of the white mist, as if he had walked into reality from a dream.

Even Mo Ren himself didn't know that there was an extra wisp of gray in his eyes.

It's no longer dark, on the contrary, it's bright.

The light shone through the dense foliage on the ground here, and the leaves were even gray.

Gray vegetation, gray grass, gray flowers, this is a gray world.

The sky was the color of darkness, and a tree that reached into the sky was so great that it withered unbelievingly.

There was a huge stone ball suspended above the tree, like the moon, and it was this huge stone ball that emitted light and illuminated the place.

"Welcome to the Ghost World!" a man in a gray robe, with gray skin, gray hair, and even gray eyes, stood on a gray branch and looked at the group of young people.

The sudden appearance of the man startled the group of young people to take out their weapons to take precautions.

The man raised his gray hands and said in the jerky Great Wilderness language: "Don't be nervous, my Terran friends, I have no ill intentions, I am here to invite you who have passed through the Illusory Mist Realm to my clan as guests." ”

Shirahoshi motioned for the team to drop their weapons and said, "You?