CHAPTER 583: CHAPTER 582 GATHERING

First came Lady Huang’s family and her friends because she lived not far from the place.

Seeing that Bin Yue Square was shrouded in a gray mist, they felt completely baffled.

"What is going on here?"

Lady Huang circled around the gray mist half a lap and discovered it was like a bowl, upturning the whole Bin Yue Square within.

What astonished her the most was that although it was already past eleven, there still should have been people in the plaza, not to mention a circus performance, street vendors surely wouldn’t be absent.

But now the whole square was empty, not a single silhouette was in sight, only the faint shadows of the huge tent remained.

Naturally, this was the work of Shen Siyuan, who, when leaving, had deployed the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to drive away all unrelated people from the square.

The method used was simple, whether human or animal, they would subconsciously avoid danger.

As long as Shen Siyuan let the Ten Thousand Soul Banner emit a signal of danger, the tourists in the square would instinctively choose to leave.

Because this danger acted on the soul, the passersby themselves would not notice anything unusual.

And those in the circus had been marked by Shen Siyuan long before, and naturally wouldn’t feel this and choose to leave.

"Old man, go in and take a look."

Lady Huang thought for a moment and looked at Grandpa Liu beside her.

Upon hearing this, Grandpa Liu shook his head like a rattle drum.

"I won’t go in there, this... It’s very dangerous inside, even standing by I feel my heart pounding."

Grandpa Liu, holding a mourning stick, looked full of fear.

"Absolutely useless."

Lady Huang muttered, then turned her gaze to a thin-faced old man beside her.

"Third Master, did you see anything?" Lady Huang asked.

The old man, addressed as Third Master by Lady Huang, didn’t speak but reached into his bosom, took out a dagger, and without hesitation, cut his finger.

As soon as the blood beaded, without hesitation he flung the blood drops towards the gray mist in the air.

The gray mist instantly rippled with circles of red, and those few drops of blood rapidly turned gray-black, ultimately transforming into wisps of black smoke.

"This... this..."

Huang Lancai, who came along, was startled.

"Luckily I didn’t go in, otherwise wouldn’t I be directly reduced to ashes?" murmured Grandpa Liu from the side.

"This gray mist shouldn’t affect you." Third Master said.

Huang Lancai noticed at this time that the wound Third Master had just cut had completely healed within this short time.

But thinking about it, it wasn’t surprising. Granny said that all of Third Master’s Ghost Control techniques come from his own blood; without some special methods, he would have bled to death long ago.

"You give it a try." Lady Huang said to Grandpa Liu once again.

Grandpa Liu thought about it and cautiously stretched his hand forward. Upon contacting the gray mist, he found he was actually unharmed.

"I knew it would be fine, go in and see what’s happening." Lady Huang said.

The reason Lady Huang dared to let Grandpa Liu take risks was naturally because she had means to protect his soul.

Yet despite hearing this, Grandpa Liu still dared not, as a fear emanating from his soul prevented any curiosity from arising.

Grandpa Liu dared not, but there were ghosts that did, several ghosts in the vicinity attracted by this anomaly, without thinking, stepped into the gray mist.

Of course, most of these ghosts were those devoured by desire, with little rationality left; the ones with real thoughts and brains, like Grandpa Liu, hesitated and stayed outside.

At this moment, someone else arrived, someone Lady Huang knew.

"Miss Zhong, long time no see." Lady Huang greeted with a smile.

The newcomer was Zhong Xiaonan from the Special Affairs Bureau.

She scanned the crowd before she finally greeted them.

"Hello."

Then she fixed her gaze on the gray fog barrier behind everyone.

For some unknown reason, the aura emanating from this gray mist faintly gave her a sense of familiarity, but she couldn’t specifically recall where she had seen it before.

Seeing Zhong Xiaonan scrutinizing the gray mist, Lady Huang and Third Master stood quietly at the side without interrupting.

The Special Affairs Bureau, as a state’s force, had considerable intimidation power.

Moreover, anyone able to join the Special Affairs Bureau had a bit of skill; they also wanted to see what method Zhong Xiaonan would use.

At this moment, numerous insects crawled out from Zhong Xiaonan’s hair and collar.

Standing by the side, Huang Lancai was startled, feeling goosebumps all over, she instinctively stepped back, but before she retreated a few steps, she felt a hand pressing against her waist.

Looking back, it was Lady Huang; seeing her gaze, Lady Huang gave a slight head shake, signaling her not to be afraid.

And at this time, the insects on Zhong Xiaonan’s body flew toward the gray mist. Among them, some insects emitting a dim blue light were particularly magical and conspicuous.

And as Zhong Xiaonan’s gaze fell on these insects, she suddenly seemed to realize something.

She immediately picked up a bamboo whistle on her chest and gently blew a few times, the brief sound reverberating in the air.

Those insects rushing into the gray mist suddenly braked and then turned back, landing back on Zhong Xiaonan, crawling into her hair and clothes.

"Miss Zhong, have you discovered something?" Lady Huang hurriedly asked.

Hearing this, Zhong Xiaonan looked at her, hesitating whether to tell her.

After all, Lady Huang knew Shen Siyuan, especially as Grandpa Liu had a good relationship with Shen Siyuan’s underlings.

Just as she was about to speak, Huang Lancai suddenly said, "Someone is coming out."

The crowd quickly looked and saw a man and a woman coming out, followed by a majestic lion.

"Not humans, but a human and a ghost." Third Master commented beside.

His special bloodline easily distinguished between humans and ghosts.

It was naturally Zheng Min and Yan Bin emerging.

"Aunt."

Under the gaze of Lady Huang and the others, Yan Bin instinctively hid behind Zheng Min.

But Zheng Min pulled him out.

"Don’t shrink back when faced with matters, after so long, have you still not learned to face things on your own?" Zheng Min scolded.

"I’m sorry, Aunt." Yan Bin said aggrievedly.

Seeing his appearance, Zheng Min couldn’t help but soften, thinking that he was only thirteen today; he was still a child, and looking after himself was already good enough.

"Sigh~"

Zheng Min sighed, then pulled Yan Bin over to Lady Huang and her entourage.

"This female ghost is quite formidable, probably not easy to deal with." Grandpa Liu whispered in Lady Huang’s ear.

Lady Huang heard this but didn’t mind; what was there to be afraid of a ghost?

And Zhong Xiaonan directly asked the approaching Zheng Min, "Did Mr. Shen leave any instructions?"

"Mr. Shen?" Zheng Min was puzzled.

Zhong Xiaonan frowned and then asked, "Wasn’t this laid down by Mr. Shen?"

She gestured around at the gray mist, and Zheng Min seemed to understand.