Chapter 234 Misunderstanding, Misunderstanding (Updated yesterday)

Pan Jun was very fast, and Pan Xiaohei was even faster. When Song Bei raised his hand to block him, he was unable to stop him and his face and even his arms were scratched.

Anger suddenly rose, and he stretched out his five fingers into claws and was about to grab the black cat. Pan Jun suddenly stepped forward to block him. The two exchanged three moves. Pan Jun's hands formed into claws and grabbed Song Bei's throat, about to knock him unconscious. Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air...

When Pan Yun looked back, Miao Zhen and Miao He had already flown up. One of them blocked Hu Jing and the other blocked Su Ying. When the four of them spread out to both sides, Zhu Zixun flew in from the center and slapped Pan Yun.

Pan Jun pinched Song Bei without thinking and turned around in an instant.

When Zhu Zixun saw Song Bei's back appear under his palm, he quickly withdrew his hand, turned twice in the air and landed on the ground, but he did not stop moving, and turned his palm into a fist to attack Pan Yun's face.

Pan Yun shook off Song Bei and rushed forward with a punch.

Song Bei stumbled back a few steps, holding his throat. Seeing that most of the convoy was pulled into the thick fog, his face changed slightly and he shouted quickly, "Stop, stop, it's a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding!"

When Hu Jing and Su Ying heard this, they immediately exchanged palm strikes with Miao Zhen and Miao He, then separated and turned around to go down.

Hu Jing did not draw his sword, and Su Ying did not draw his sword. Obviously, neither of them was using their full strength.

Because they had no idea what was going on, they stayed in the middle of the convoy, watching Song Bei's carriage and Pan Yun and the other two disappear in the thick fog. Just as they were wondering, the thick fog seemed to have life, rolling and rolling, and finally covering them up.

Then, although the fog was heavy and chilly, they saw Song Bei and his three companions at a glance.

Pan Yun was pinching Song Bei. As his followers, they had to rescue him immediately.

Zhu Zixun, still holding a personal grudge, punched Pan Yun hard before they parted.

Pan Jun dodged sideways, grabbed his wrist with his hand, clenched his half fist, used his energy to dissolve his Qi, and then pulled him towards himself fiercely, instantly pulling the man away.

Zhu Zixun and Pan Jun flew past, stumbling a few steps before steadying themselves.

He turned back angrily. Seeing almost the entire convoy being pulled in, Song Bei felt uneasy. He finally stopped enduring and quickly ran between the two men, stretched out his hand to stop them, saying, "Listen to me, everyone. It was all a misunderstanding."

He endured the pain in his throat and said in a hoarse voice: "I was bewitched by the evil spirit, and Taoist Sanzhu is exorcising it for me."

He turned his head and looked at Pan Yun, "Master Sanzhu, right?"

The entire convoy had been surrounded by thick fog. Ah Xin was guarding the carriage with a knife, his hand on the hilt, staring at Pan Jun fiercely. The guards behind him were also staring at them nervously.

Two legs could not defeat four punches, Pan Yun decisively admitted defeat, nodded seriously and said: "Yes, the boss was indeed possessed by the evil spirit just now, even I was confused for a short moment, thinking of what happened yesterday, the anger in my heart rose, and I almost hurt the boss by mistake."

Pan Jun looked ashamed and said decisively: "Boss, because I was also deceived just now, you can deduct half of our wages."

When Hu Jing heard this, he immediately stepped forward and said, "Boss, this is very strange. In the past, didn't the fog only appear when we reached the bend five miles ahead? And the fog wasn't that thick."

Su Ying glanced at him and knew that he was trying to perform well and get a red envelope.

Hu Jing was thinking: I've worked so hard, he should have seen it, right? He won't deduct my salary, right? I should have pulled out the knife earlier.

Song Bei didn't expect that the fog would be so abnormal this time that it actually encompassed the entire convoy. He didn't dare to gamble, so he tried his best to win people's hearts and minds, "Don't blame Taoist Sanzhu, it's all misunderstanding, all misunderstanding. There's no need to mention the reward. As long as Taoist Sanzhu can solve the fog, I will give you a big red envelope." Hu Jing breathed a sigh of relief and took a step back to watch the fun.

Only Zhu Zixun had the worst look on his face, but Song Bei was in no mood to comfort him at this moment. He himself felt his anger rising, and he was full of hostility. He had to work very hard to suppress the abnormality in his chest.

Pan Jun stared at his face, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then said with embarrassment: "This..."

Song Bei immediately said: "If we can't solve the fog, we can just take the convoy out."

Pan Yun then let out a breath and nodded, "We can give this a try."

She looked around, focusing on the desolate graves and piles of bones on both sides, and asked, "This fog is a formation. If you want to break it, you have to know the cause of the formation. Dongjia, when did this fog appear?"

Song Bei said: "The seaside has heavy moisture, and it is easy to get foggy when encountering special weather or geography. This area is like this, but the fog was not so thick before, let alone so wide."

Pan Yun: "Where were you before? How long was the road?"

Song Bei gestured and said, "At the bend five miles ahead, the road section is only about half the length of our convoy."

He smiled bitterly and said, "That's why I asked Taoist Sanzhu to come with me, just to get rid of the fog. I didn't expect that the fog would come before we even reached the bend, and it even affected both of us."

Song Bei was indeed affected by the fog, so he was half-believing and half-doubting Pan Yun's words, but not completely doubting them.

Although the words of her and her two nephews sounded as if they had a purpose, it could also be interpreted as them simply being dissatisfied with him, and thus letting their dissatisfaction explode under the influence of evil.

Song Bei was now half awake and half confused. Sometimes he would lose focus while talking. He realized that the fog had a great influence on him, so he only asked Pan Yun and the other two young Taoist priests to quickly resolve the matter and send them out.

Pan Yun had been paying attention to his expression. He was already like this, and it would be unfair to her if she didn't do something. So she turned around and found a direction in the fog, "Follow me."

Song Bei quickly asked everyone to follow and called Ah Xin to whisper, "I don't feel good, you come and keep an eye on them. If she plays tricks, immediately let Zhu Daxia kill the three of them."

Ashin was puzzled: "Didn't you say it was all a misunderstanding?"

"It may be a misunderstanding, or it may not be a misunderstanding. In any case, you should be careful."

When Ashin heard this, he looked at Pan Yun with an unfriendly look and responded.

"You go to the front and keep an eye on them. I'll be in the car. Come find me if you have any problems."

Ah Xin took the order and left. When he walked away, Song Bei immediately turned his head. A man in gray came forward and bent down beside him respectfully to listen.

Song Bei said softly, "Go to the back. If Sanzhu can't solve the problem, you can offer a sacrifice."

The man in gray accepted the order, and as soon as he left, another man in gray came forward. Song Bei lowered his voice even more and started whispering in his ear. Not to mention Pan Jun, even Pan Xiaohei who was left behind didn't hear what they were saying.

(End of this chapter)