Above the gray fog

"Anything else? If not, go ahead. If you want to go back to Gray Mist, you can only wait for Xia Xianfeng to find you. You're next to me, and I feel inexplicably panicked."

"What are you panicking about?"

"What if you die here? How can I not panic?" Zhou Huansheng rolled his eyes and complained.

"Inexplicable..." Lin Shan glanced at him, and he didn't look fake. He stood up and walked out, "I'll come to you if I have any questions."

"I'm on a business trip tomorrow, and I may not be back for ten or eight years." Zhou Huansheng reminded.

Just as he walked out of the door, Lin Shan suddenly turned back.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Huansheng took two steps back.

"What are you afraid of?" Lin Shan stared at him.

"It's so big in such a short time." Zhou Huansheng didn't answer Lin Shan's question directly, but just stared at the back of Lin Shan, with a face full of fear.

Lin Shan looked back and saw nothing.

"Some things can't be said. Anyway, we can't stay together for too long, otherwise bad things will happen. You should leave quickly." Zhou Huansheng took a few steps back again.

Lin Shan opened the window and jumped down. He turned back only because it was too troublesome to take the elevator.

After Lin Shan left, Zhou Huansheng sat in his seat and took out a bag of potato chips from the drawer and continued to eat.

"Work is too tiring. Do you want to find some time to catch fish that have lived for hundreds of years? I heard that there seems to be a good tourist attraction in the gray fog. It was created by the guys from the Source Sea and the Continuation Institute. It is said that it helps to suppress divinity... Suppression and balance are different. I don't believe it is really so magical."

"You must see it with your own eyes!"

What Zhou Huansheng was thinking, Lin Shan naturally didn't know. Anyway, he was not in a good mood now.

Ji Xing squatted outside the door with a depressed look on his face. His mood could no longer be described as bad. Today was like the sky falling for him.

His painting skills were at the bottom of the association. This time, the violation was exaggerated by several senior painters who had always had a bad relationship with him. The Painters Association naturally didn't care about him as a small painter and directly expelled him from the Painters Association.

Being able to join the Painters Association is equivalent to being admitted to a prestigious university hundreds of years ago. The various subsidies from the association even exceed the salary of ordinary people.

Such a stable job is gone just like that.

Ji Xing has already thought about his future lifestyle, working in a factory and living a robot-like life every day.

Today's earth's technology is indeed advanced, but the poor have not decreased at all. The rich live in space stations and are directly teleported for daily transportation. The poor are squeezed and lose their freedom.

"Hey..." Ji Xing sighed and planned to go home and discuss with his family before making plans.

At this time, a sudden tremor woke him up.

Ji Xing looked up and saw Lin Shan slapping his clothes.

Ji Xing was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of seeing a ghost, pointing at Lin Shan, "You...you...you are not the ghost just now?"

Lin Shan's face turned black. He was in a bad mood and was scolded when he went out.

But when he turned around, he saw the fat man he met inside before.

"It's you, you're hungry, and you're going to eat people."

Lin Shan saw that he looked lost, so he patted his pants and prepared to teleport away.

Lin Shan just wanted to scare him, but he didn't expect that the little fat man took it seriously. He suddenly rushed up and hugged Lin Shan's trouser legs, "You promised me that you would reincarnate after visiting the house, and you can't hurt people..."

Before he finished the rest of the words, the teleportation was already started, and the two were teleported back to Lin Shan's current home together.

Home.

Lin Shan was speechless when he saw the little fat man hugging his legs.

"You can meet...Aren't you a ghost?" The little fat man's trembling hands suddenly stopped, and he looked at Lin Shan with surprise.

Lin Shan was too lazy to pay attention to him, and started the teleportation device to send him back.

"Could it be that I am dead too, so I can meet ghosts, is this hell? But, it's so beautiful... It feels like heaven." The little fat man found that the environment he was in had changed, and looked at the stars outside the transparent glass.

The little fat man didn't know what he was thinking about, with a sad face, "If I die, what will happen to my family..."

"You're not dead, this is my home." Seeing the pitiful look of the little fat man, Lin Shan stopped teleporting. Maybe the things they encountered were not on the same level, but emotionally, they might really have some common points. Lin Shan walked to a built-in bar and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"Your home?" Although the little fat man looked silly, a fool could not enter the Painters Association. He just thought deeply and understood that Lin Shan was not a ghost. Everything was preconceived by him.

"Is this the legendary space station? Are you a resident of the space station? Is it some kind of high-tech to make others invisible to you?" The little fat man stood up and looked at the surrounding decorations full of technological atmosphere in amazement.

"Yeah." Lin Shan hummed, as a response, and said, "Come and have a drink with me."

"Oh, okay." The little fat man wiped his hands on his body and sat opposite Lin Shan a little stiffly.

"Are you in a bad mood?" The little fat man asked cautiously.

"A little bit, maybe the divinity of this body is suppressed." Lin Shan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

"Divinity?" The little fat man took a small sip, immediately stuck out his tongue, and kept stroking his tongue with his hands, as if trying to get the alcohol off.

With just this one sip, before it was swallowed, the little fat man's face began to turn red.

Under the influence of alcohol, he gradually became bolder, "If you have anything unhappy, you can tell me. You space station residents are so rich, what else can you worry about?"

Lin Shan looked at him and smiled, "If you feel that the end of the road you are going to take has been planned by someone, what will you do?"

After two glasses of wine, the little fat man's face was already red. Hearing this, he was surprised and said intermittently: "There is... such a good thing, then I have to... thank him very much."

"But, the end...isn't it determined by the process? How can...the process be omitted to determine the end? If...I hadn't worked hard for ten years, I wouldn't have been admitted to the Painters Association. If...I wasn't so timid, I wouldn't have been expelled from the Painters Association..."

"Is it because of me, those people who bullied you before." Lin Shan was stunned, he didn't know this.

"It's not...because of you, it's because of me. Even if I don't meet you today, I will meet the next you tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. One day I will be expelled. I must change myself and change the process to change this result..."

Lin Shan looked at the little fat man who had drunk and fell down. A light golden light gathered on him, like a soft little sun.

The characteristics contained in him awakened.

"From today on, you can change this process."