Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

gray area.

On the edge of the rift, large tracts of dense forests stand here, and thick fog permeates, blocking people's sight.

The humid swamp made the air a bit colder, and in the dense fog, occasionally huge black shadows slowly passed by, and then disappeared unknowingly.

A black crow stood on a huge dead tree. The crow's feathers were very smooth and its figure was vigorous. Its scarlet eyes stared straight at one direction in the mist.

A very slight sound came from the quiet jungle.

The crow suddenly yelled, flapped its wings and flew away, leaving behind a beautifully curved crow feather, which slowly fell from midair.

A team of six people slowly emerged from the foggy forest.They were wearing very tattered black robes, their bodies were shaky, and their expressions were exhausted. It was obvious that they had fled for a long time.

One of the small figures swayed, and the wooden stick used for support fell into the swamp.

He was pale and had a scar on his eyelid that had scabbed over by this time.

Next to him, another young man with a slightly bigger stature immediately supported him. After a long journey, the young man was a little bit powerless, so he said to the leader: "Captain, take a rest, everyone can't hold on anymore. "

"Do you think it's possible for us to stop and get out of this swamp alive?"

The rest of the people looked at the black shadows that were about to move in the mist around them, and their faces turned pale again.

"It's all the pharmacist's fault. Why don't you take a good rest in the house at night and run out? Not to mention your own death, it also caused us to be chased and killed by people from the palace."

"Relying on his identity as a pharmacist, he bosses us around every day, and I haven't seen how serious he is in collecting herbs, bah!"

"Shut up and put your energy into walking."

After speaking, he threw the wooden stick in his hand into the hand of the youngest little man, cut another wooden stick from the side, and walked slowly into the mist with his head down.

The others glanced at each other, gritted their teeth and followed their captain forward.

After half an hour.

The surrounding dense fog has lightened a lot, and the dense woods have also thinned out a little, and the vision has widened a lot.

People can easily see the huge lake not far away, and the few sparse cabins beside the lake.

Seeing this, everyone in the team breathed a sigh of relief, but they still didn't dare to relax their vigilance.

They helped each other to the hut by the lake, where an old man was sitting at the door smoking a pipe.

"Excuse me, does this place belong to the gray area?"

"The weather is really nice today."

Everyone couldn't help but looked up at the gray sky.

"Excuse me—is this a gray area—"

"Eat, eat! I can't eat any more!!"

It was the first time that the little man saw the leader of his cold noodle deflated, and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Jason turned his head and glared at the little man, then bent down to the old man, ready to turn around and leave.

"Go west along this road, and there will be a small village with horses that will take you to town."

"Welcome to the gray area, you'll love it here."