Chapter 235 Counterattack
Pan Xiaohei strolled back to Pan Jun, jumped into her arms, then squatted on her shoulders, and then meowed to retell what he had heard.

Pan Yun's heart sank. Sacrifice?

In her eyes, this thick fog that would not dissipate was the resentment of countless wronged souls. The only sacrifice that could make them retreat was something that could shock them and make them feel scared.

Or, it’s human life.

Only human blood could quench their hostility caused by hatred. For some reason, Pan Jun suddenly thought of the merchants following the convoy.

Pan Jun immediately went to find Miaozhen to ask questions, but when she turned around, she saw Axin and the others staring at her closely, asking her to set up the soundproofing array so that she couldn't even talk in secret and could only communicate through telepathy.

"Miaozhen, have all the business travelers following the convoy left?"

Miao Zhen was stunned for a moment and lowered her eyes. She had not yet learned how to transmit sound into her ears, so she could only raise her head and shake her head slightly at Pan Jun.

Pan Jun understood. No matter why those who stayed stayed, it was obvious that they were the ones who could become sacrifices.

Maybe there are people like them.

Pan Jun thought of Song Bei's arrogant and confident look at the beginning. Obviously, she was more than just a hired worker to him. If she couldn't be untied, she would most likely be offered as a sacrifice.

Pan Jun sneered. Are you tired of living by competing with Taoist priests in the supernatural area?
Pan Yun lowered his eyes and said in a voice transmission, "Miaozhen, Miaohe, when we get to the front, let's separate a little. Take out the maze array disk I carved for you, and each of you bring some people in."

Miaozhenmiaohe was stunned and wanted to ask, but couldn't open her mouth. She could only nod at Pan Jun.

After walking a few steps forward, Pan Yun suddenly asked, "This thick fog comes from the desolate graves and bones on both sides. Places like this are filled with heavy yin energy and deep resentment. Most of these bones are from people who died in vain. Why are there so many bones near the port?"

Because Pan Jun spoke, everyone's attention was on her. Zhu Zixun was too disdainful to pay attention to her, so he snorted coldly and said nothing.

Hu Jing was about to explain, but Ah Xin said, "These are the people who were persecuted by the imperial court."

Pan Yun raised an eyebrow, "The court?"

"Yes!" Ah Xin said with a sullen face, "The imperial court banned the sea and relocated the fishermen inland, saying that they would distribute land and fish ponds to the fishermen, but in the end they forced us to be tenant farmers for the landlords. Not to mention the land, even to build a thatched hut, we had to kneel down and kowtow, begging the officials and landlords for a piece of wasteland."

"Not many fishermen know how to farm, so the harvest is not high. All the annual harvest is paid for rent and taxes. After calculation, they still owe money to the court and landlords. They can't survive, so they can only go out to sea to fish secretly. These are all illegal fishermen who were executed after being discovered at sea."

Pan Yun asked, "They are arranged too neatly. Did someone deliberately put them like this?"

A Xin said: "This is to dissuade those people who still want to come and fish illegally."

Pan Yun snorted and laughed, "In other words, you are the ones who placed these bones there?"

Seeing that Ashin didn't say anything, she understood and sneered, "I think it was to cover up your whereabouts. In the end, you got away with it. I didn't expect that their resentment would come back to trap you."

Hu Jing frowned, "Wouldn't it be better to just bury the bones or throw them away?"

Pan Yun: "I'm afraid that no matter how they walk, they won't be able to reach the bones, right?"

Ah Xin looked at her in surprise, and finally felt that she had some Taoist skills. He nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, it's a ghost wall. No matter how hard we try, we can't get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Zixun, Hu Jing and a group of guards beside him suddenly disappeared from his sight. Ashin widened his eyes and immediately reached out to grab them, but caught nothing. When he turned around again, Su Ying and the remaining guards were gone too.

Also missing were Taoist Sanzhu’s two nephews, Sishui and Wuhuo.

Ashin immediately turned to look at Pan Yun.

Pan Yun's face was as gloomy as water, and he said solemnly: "We have also encountered a wall of ghosts."

The gray-clothed man who was standing at a distance from them and staring at them was startled and immediately ran up to ask, "What's going on? Where are they?"

Ah Xin glanced at them with disdain and said, "They got lost."

He immediately asked Pan Yun for help, "Master Sanzhu, please help us solve this problem quickly."

Pan Yun said with a heavy face: "I will try my best. As for Dongjia, it is better not to separate from me. Otherwise, it will be too dangerous in the thick fog. I am afraid I can't protect him."

Ah Xin also felt that Song Bei’s safety was more important, so he immediately turned back to find Song Bei who was guarding the convoy.

Although Song Bei fell behind for some distance as he sat on the shaft of the cart, the road was too straight and flat, so he could only watch Zhu Zixun and the others disappear as they walked.

His heart continued to sink. This time it was very strange. Why did the fog suddenly become so thick?
"Brother, this thick fog has become too dangerous. Let us protect you and stay with Taoist Sanzhu."

Song Bei: "Ah Xin, do you think she is trustworthy?"

Ah Xin: "Didn't you find her, big brother? And how old is she? And she has a student record from Longhushan Academy, so she should be trustworthy."

Song Bei: "But she just pinched my neck, and I really felt like she wanted to strangle me to death."

"Isn't that because she was affected by the evil spirit? And..." Ah Xin paused, and continued in a low voice: "You also said that you were possessed by the evil spirit at that time. She did that probably because she wanted to strangle the evil spirit to death, not my brother."

Song Bei: ...He shouldn't have asked this fool for his opinion. However, the fog was indeed getting worse. He hesitated for a moment and agreed, then jumped off the carriage and walked towards Pan Yun with Ah Xin.

But before walking over, he nodded to a man in gray.

The man in gray immediately turned and left.

Pan Jun saw it all, said nothing, and waited quietly.

Song Bei walked closer with a gentle smile on his face. He was about to greet Pan Jun and cultivate some feelings with her when suddenly his eyes blurred and the person in front of him disappeared in an instant.

Song Bei's face changed and he turned his head suddenly. The convoy behind him disappeared in an instant.

Ah Xin's hair stood on end. He quickly drew out his knife, looked around cautiously, and shouted loudly, "Master Sanzhu, Master Sanzhu, where are you?"

Song Bei also shouted, "Master Sanzhu!"

Pan Yun was standing five steps away from them. She scratched her ears and replied, "I'm here, where are you?"

Song Bei and A Xin in the formation heard Pan Yun's voice coming from all directions, which made it impossible for them to tell Pan Yun's location.

Pan Jun took out his sword from the spiritual realm, held it in his hand and took a look at it, "It's unfair to stain it with their blood."

Pan Xiaohei meowed, "You'd better be prepared. No one knows whether you will gain merit or lose merit after killing someone."

Pan Yun: "You'll know if you try. You can't just not do it because you're afraid of bad luck."

Pan Yun passed by the wandering Song Bei. The thick fog had almost no effect on her. After a few ups and downs, she arrived at the convoy.

Taking advantage of the thick fog and her excellent martial arts skills, she flew over on tiptoe without waiting for anyone to notice her, all the way to the end of the team.

There were twelve or thirteen men in gray standing at the end of the team. Except for the driver pulling the mule cart, the guards of the last five carts were all replaced by men in gray.

Behind the last car, nine ragged men were forced to kneel on the ground, with a piece of cloth tied tightly in their mouths. They could not make any other sound except whimpering.

The driver of the last car looked back and was shocked. He stretched out his hand and asked, "What are you doing?"

The man in gray quickly pulled out a knife and put it across his neck, saying coldly: "These people are thieves, mind your own business."

The driver said: "Aren't they the coolies who come here to move the goods? They have been following my cart. When did they steal anything?"

When the nine kneeling people saw someone speaking for them, they nodded repeatedly, wishing they could nod their heads off.

All nine of them looked at the driver pleadingly with tears in their eyes.

The driver was about to resist, but the man in gray pressed his knife down and said coldly: "Those who don't obey orders will be on the road together."

After saying that, he pulled the knife and was about to cut his neck. Suddenly, there was a ding sound, the gray-clothed man's elbow went numb, and the knife fell to the ground instantly. The driver covered his painful neck with his hands and widened his eyes, looking in disbelief at the man falling from the sky and the gray-clothed man falling in front of him.

Pan Yun fell from the sky and stepped on the cart covered with green cloth.

The other gray-clothed men saw their companions being killed and couldn't help but blurt out, "Baga, kill her."

When she saw the elderly, women, thin young people and children of her age being forced to kneel on the ground, the expression on her face suddenly turned cold.

A cold light flashed in her eyes, and she drew out her sword with a clang, flew down, and killed the gray-clothed man who was chopping at her.

She moved quickly, striking one person with one sword with one step. When she passed by them quickly, the first person fell forward with his eyes wide open and blood gushed out of his neck...

As soon as he fell, the other men in gray fell down one after another. Soon, large patches of red blood covered the ground.

The thick fog seemed to come alive, rolling towards the corpses. Laughter and crying sounds like "Hahaha, Woohoo" came from all directions.

The drivers of the last two cars who witnessed this opened their eyes wide.

Pan Yun wiped the blood off the sword on their bodies with an expressionless face, then turned around and swung the sword to cut the ropes on the nine people.

Seeing them panicking and pulling the ropes apart, throwing out the cloth in their mouths and crawling away from her, she took out her handkerchief to wipe the blood off the sword, then put the sword back into the scabbard, looked up at the two drivers, raised her eyebrows, and asked, "Did you hear what they just said?"

The two drivers nodded blankly, and then realized, "He, they are Japanese..."

Pan Yun: "In my Ming Dynasty, the Japanese have only two identities. They are either envoys who come to do business with a permit, or they are pirates!"

Pan Yun pointed at the tightly covered car and asked, "What is on this car?"

The two drivers came back to their senses instantly. The situation was different from what Pan Yun had imagined. They stared at Pan Yun with anger and hatred, "Were you sent by the court?"

(End of this chapter)