Chapter 238 Hostage Exchange
Zhu Zixun was stunned for a moment and then asked, "What do you mean? What do you mean, not of my race?"

"Don't you know?" Pan Jun stared at Zhu Zixun and said, "Song Bei is a Japanese."

Zhu Zixun subconsciously denied: "Impossible!"

Song Bei's face also turned red, and he said angrily: "That's right, Sanzhu, if you want to kill me and steal my things, just say it directly, why do you have to put such a big hat on me?"

Pan Yun: "Really? Actually, there is a direct way. I will strip you naked now and then I will know whether you are a human or a ghost by looking at the small clothes and pants you are wearing."

Song Bei was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale and his eyes were filled with anger. "How dare you!"

Pan Yun: "Why don't you try and know?"

After saying that, the force of his energy broke Song Bei's belt, and his clothes immediately scattered.

He held his breath nervously and tightened his stomach nervously. Just as Pan Jun was about to take action, the white mist quickly retreated as if it had encountered a natural enemy...

It was as if someone had pressed the reverse button. A cold wind blew and the white fog quickly retreated into the woods. The originally foggy road immediately became clear.

The guards who were wrapped in the fog and hacking randomly stopped immediately when they saw their companions on the opposite side.

Everyone was a little confused, but when they saw Song Bei being held hostage, the guards reacted immediately. They no longer cared about protecting the carriage, and immediately rushed up with swords in hand to surround Pan Yun and Miao Zhen.

There was also a gray-clothed guard who directly cut the rope on the cart, lifted the green cloth, opened the box, took out a musket from it, grabbed a bag of gunpowder, rushed up, filled the bag with gunpowder, and aimed the musket at Pan Yun.

Pan Yun couldn't help but chuckle, "It turns out that there was not only gunpowder in those two cars, but also muskets. I didn't expect this."

Zhu Zixun's expression remained unchanged, but Hu Jing was startled and couldn't help but look at the men in gray.

Because there were too many people rushing over, and no one knew who kicked away the array wood, the maze that trapped Su Ying suddenly lost its effect, revealing Su Ying squatting on the ground in the array.

When the maze was opened, he was still confused and looked up at them blankly.

Zhu Zixun couldn't help but get angry, "Su Ying, what are you doing?"

Su Ying silently stood up, holding the sword.

As I said, the maze does not block out sound, and he heard everything the people outside the maze said. Although he could not see the images, but... he was really curious.

So the matter of breaking the formation was put aside, and I started to listen to the gossip seriously.

Sanzhu's tone was firm and he was young, so he didn't seem like a cunning person. So, was Song Bei a real Japanese, or was there some misunderstanding?

He swore that he had just squatted down and was not being lazy. As a result, the formation was broken as soon as he squatted down.

Who can I tell about this grievance?

Su Ying sighed in his heart, but his expression remained calm. He made an excuse for himself, "I was just looking for the center of the formation."

Zhu Zixun sneered, "You are not a Taoist priest, how can you know the essence of the formation? Su Ying, you have to do your job after receiving the reward, and rescue the boss!"

Su Ying looked at Pan Yun and threatened in a soft tone: "Sanzhu, let the boss go, or I will be rude to you."

Zhu Zixun: ...What you said is all right, but I always feel like something is wrong.

Song Bei tilted his neck back and tried his best to avoid Pan Yun's sword. Her sword was too sharp, and just a slight touch made him feel as if his blood vessels were cut.

He didn't dare to say it directly, so he could only convey the message to them by persuading Pan Yun, "Sanzhu, I think there is a misunderstanding between us. Why don't we sit down and have a good talk? I don't know where you got this wrong information from. I can swear that I am Han Chinese."

"You were injured in the formation just now. There are so many vengeful spirits here. If you fight with me and both of you are injured, it will be difficult for you to escape. Now that the vengeful spirits have gained enough blood, they will be quiet for a while. Why don't we leave here quickly..."

When everyone heard that she was injured, their eyes lit up. The guards approached with knives in hand. Zhu Zixun also grabbed Miao He's neck and threatened again: "If you don't let her go, I will destroy her Dantian."

"You are practicing Taoism, but just like us martial artists, the most important thing is the Dantian. If the Dantian is destroyed, her life will be ruined."

After saying that, Zhu Zixun gathered an internal force in his hands, as if he was going to slap Miao He's belly if she disagreed.

Pan Yun gritted his teeth. How could Song Bei compare to Miaohe? He was not even as good as her by a hair.

She moved her sword forward a little and said in a deep voice, "Let the person come over here."

Zhu Zixun: "You let it go first."

Pan Yun pulled back the sword and pressed it against Song Bei's wound. "Zhu Zixun, I'm still a child, and my patience is very limited. I'm trustworthy, but you, I don't. While I'm willing to exchange now, you'd better let her go, and I'll hand Song Bei over to you. Otherwise, I don't mind giving it a head-on test."

Song Bei said sharply, "Master Zhu, agree to her!"

He could sense Pan Jun's inner rage at the moment, and was afraid that she would really scratch his neck.

Zhu Zixun was silent for a moment, then slowly let go of Miaohe's hand.

However, his other palm was still condensed with internal force, and he seemed to be about to catch up and give Miao He a palm if Pan Yun changed his mind.

As soon as he let go, Miao He took two steps carefully, and after taking three steps in a row, she ran towards Miao Zhen quickly. Miao Zhen also rushed forward to catch her. Zhu Zixun couldn't help but take two steps forward. Pan Jun snorted coldly, put away the sword, and slapped Song Bei's back shoulder hard, pushing him away.

Song Bei staggered two steps and quickly ran towards Zhu Zixun, who immediately went forward to meet him.

As soon as the two of them met, Song Bei immediately hid behind Zhu Zixun and ordered, "Capture them!"

Hu Jing and Su Ying immediately drew their swords and attacked Pan Yun.

Pan Yun drew out his sword in a flash, first rushed into the guards, killed two of the men in gray, and then stepped forward to fight with Hu Jingsuying.

Miaozhenmiao and Jiling retreated quickly. Miaozhen stuffed a dagger into her hand, and the two of them went to block the guards on the left and right.

Pan Xiaohei squatted on the tree and watched, meowing anxiously, "Two legs are no match for four fists. You are good at kung fu and have a high level of cultivation, but they also have three martial arts masters and so many guards. How long do you plan to fight them?"

Pan Yun and Miao Zhen and Miao He transmitted their messages: "Just delay it a little longer and it will be fine."

Miao Zhenmiaohe did not respond, but they also tacitly preserved their strength. As long as they were not caught or killed, they would be fine. They also pulled a few guards to relieve Pan Yun's pressure.

Zhu Zixun pulled Song Bei to the back, and seeing that Hu Jing and Su Ying could not suppress Pan Yun together, he immediately stepped forward to help.

Song Bei turned around and snatched a musket from a man in gray, aimed at Pan Yun and fired a shot.

Pan Yun flashed and rushed into the group of guards. With a bang, a guard was hit and fell to the ground.

The gunpowder brushed against Hu Jing's arm. His expression did not change, but he felt a little unhappy.

Su Ying immediately said: "Retreat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots rang out one after another, and all the gray-clothed men holding muskets fired in the direction of Pan Yun.

But I don’t know if it was because the hit rate of the musket was not high, or the shooting skills of these gray-clothed men were too poor, or Pan Yun was too good at dodging, but after firing more than ten shots in succession, none of them hit her, but instead accidentally injured three guards.

Hu Jing was even more annoyed and couldn't help but get angry, "Mr. Song, this will accidentally hurt our own people."

Song Bei's expression remained unchanged, and he said, "This is also a last resort. There are still four waters and five fires, and none of them can be let go."

The muskets were immediately pointed at Miaozhen and Miaohe.

When Pan Yun saw this, he dodged and cut the neck of a man in gray. He wiped his neck with two fingers, stained his neck with blood, and drew talismans in the air.

Before her rune was completed, those present heard sharp laughter, crying, and all kinds of strange noises.

Song Bei's face changed and he shouted, "Stop her!"

Pan Yun had already finished drawing the talisman. He slapped it in the air, then flew up into the sky, pinching his fingers and chanting, "All the vengeful spirits, repay kindness with kindness, and avenge hatred with hatred. Whatever you think of, you can do it. Go—"

At the same time, more than a dozen muskets were aimed at Pan Yun in mid-air and fired at the same time. The bullets flew forward rapidly, spinning. But just as the ammunition was about to approach Pan Yun, the space in front of her twisted and a white mist swept in, engulfing all the ammunition.

Pan Yun raised his eyes suddenly, looking down at them, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, staring at Song Bei and Zhu Zixun with a smile, "You pissed me off."

"Hehe..." A sinister laugh was heard. Almost as soon as Pan Jun finished speaking, the ammunition wrapped in the white mist suddenly turned, and flew down like flowers scattered from the sky, returning to the original path, and with a few puffs, shot directly into the bodies of the gray-clothed men holding muskets.

At the same time, white fog surged out from the woods on both sides. Laughter, cursing, and screams came directly and pulled everyone back into the thick fog.

Song Bei was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly. Zhu Zixun was the most angry. He jumped up and said, "Sanzhu, you dare to use evil magic to harm people. Is this how you teach people in Longhu Mountain?"

The people hiding in the dark were also startled and said quickly: "She has aroused the evil spirit's viciousness. Is she going to die?"

"She was about to die. Being besieged by so many people, even if she survived, her two nephews would not be able to survive. When will the reinforcements arrive? These evil spirits will be out of control."

Zhang Weiliang, who was leading his men to run over here, suddenly stopped and asked, "Did you hear that? I seemed to hear someone cursing Longhu Mountain just now."

Zhang Weiqin said with a dark face: "I heard it, it's right in front of us, it seems to be a man named Sanzhu, is there such a person in Longhu Mountain?"

"Never mind, let's go now. If Pan Jun hadn't refused to listen to our advice, there would be no need for us to come here in advance."

Seeing Zhang Weiliang rushing forward, Zhang Weiqin asked as he ran, "Weiliang, are we really going to save her? What if we ruin the Wulin Alliance's plan?"

Zhang Weiliang was overbearing and asked directly: "Are we in Longhu Mountain still afraid of the Wulin Alliance?"

Zhang Weiqin: ...I’m not afraid, but there’s no need to offend anyone.

Zhang Weiliang had already seen the convoy and the bodies lying on the ground. Without thinking, he drew his sword and rushed in.

Zhang Weiqin was one step behind and couldn't stop him in time. He only had time to say, "Be careful of the mist of resentful spirits..."

　good night

　　(End of this chapter)