Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 102 Chapter 101 Fully Prepared
Xiong Guiyuan looked up at the painting and said, "This painting depicts Ms. Wei's ascension to godhood."

"Legend has it that Ms. Wei once had a happy family, but her husband was deceived by a dishonest businessman and signed a contract with a trap in the text. Not only did he lose all his property, but she, her husband, and their children were all enslaved."

"Her husband died in humiliation, and her child was sold to a distant land. With nowhere else to turn, Ms. Wei begged the God of the Heart, saying she was willing to give up everything she had to make all transactions fair."

"The Spiritual God was moved by Ms. Wei's selfless aspirations and answered her prayers, taking her away from the sufferings of the world. From then on, Ms. Wei stood at the right hand of the Spiritual God as a subordinate deity, observing all transactions in the world."

Feng Xiuhu curled her lips subtly: "So the deity you believe in is Ms. Wei?"

Xiong Guiyuan smiled slightly. "I once studied in the Longnia Empire in the Western Continent. It's also known as the land of merchants, and almost everyone there is a believer in the God of the Heart."

Her answer was ambiguous, and she seemed unwilling to have an in-depth discussion with Feng Xiuhu on the issue of faith.

Feng Xiuhu was too lazy to delve into it as he had important things to do.

Without saying a word, Feng Xiuhu pulled Xiong Guiyuan to sit beside him.

When her buttocks touched the sofa, Xiong Guiyuan couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Feng Xiuhu looked at her strangely: "What are you humming?"

Xiong Guiyuan's cheeks flushed, and she quickly turned her head to look to the side: "It's okay."

She reached out and poured a cup of tea, hiding her expression: "Deacon Feng, please speak if you have anything to say."

Feng Xiuhu looked around and made sure that he and Xiong Guiyuan were the only two people in the living room before he spoke softly, "You have many connections in the auction industry. Help me find a few things. They're urgent. I need them tonight."

His impatient expression made Xiong Guiyuan misunderstand: "For nighttime use? Then you should go to the pharmacy and ask."

"Drug shop?"

Feng Xiuhu was stunned: "No, that won't work. This matter is quite private and only the two of us know about it."

Xiong Guiyuan's cheeks flushed slightly, and she put on a serious face: "I don't want to know."

Feng Xiuhu also frowned, thinking that this woman was really slow in doing things.

He emphasized: "No, you want to, you must want to."

Xiong Guiyuan's expression changed slightly: "Use whatever you want, it's none of my business!"

Feng Xiuhu said confidently: "Although I use the things, I need you to help me."

Xiong Guiyuan's expression became complicated. She stared at Feng Xiuhu, biting her lower lip gently. After a while, her tone became pleading: "Deacon Feng, this favor... I really can't help you."

Feng Xiuhu was also anxious: "You didn't even ask anything, how do you know you can't help?"

Xiong Guiyuan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She nodded gently, "Okay, then tell me first. Is the thing you want for men, or for men to use on women?"

"Do you need to distinguish between genders when using these things?"

Feng Xiuhu was baffled and counted on his fingers, explaining to her, "Rootless wood, coffin money, blood-soaked stone—have you ever heard of these things?"

"what?"

Xiong Guiyuan was stunned, but quickly realized that she had misunderstood.

Her tone was strange, but she finally let go of the worry she had raised. "I've heard of it before... Although these items are uncommon, they're not worth much. But the biggest problem is that our auction house doesn't accept these things."

Feng Xiuhu then asked, "Who will accept it?"

Xiong Guiyuan said: "The temple is closed."

Feng Xiuhu slapped himself: "Anything else?"

Just as Xiong Guiyuan was about to speak, Feng Xiuhu pointed at her and said, "If you dare to talk about the church, I'll slap you in the face."

Xiong Guiyuan lowered her head in disappointment: "That's all."

Feng Xiuhu held his chin and began to worry.

Xiong Guiyuan studied his expression, then moved closer and asked tentatively, "Deacon Feng, are you planning to do business by collecting these things?"

Feng Xiuhu said impatiently: "I am so idle that I am doing this business?"

Xiong Guiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That was my misunderstanding. I thought you wanted to make money this way, so you wanted a large sum."

Feng Xiuhu saw hope again and quickly turned around: "Do you have a solution?"

Xiong Guiyuan smiled and nodded: "Since the temple wants to collect it, naturally there will be people to do it for them. These people are businessmen after all. With my connections, it won't be difficult to get some."

Feng Xiuhu was overjoyed when he heard this: "Then I'll leave this matter to you!"

Xiong Guiyuan raised her hand and said seriously, "Deacon Feng, don't be so happy yet. To put it bluntly, this is an attempt to take advantage of the Temple Church. You must tell me the truth, otherwise if something happens and I get implicated, I won't even have a place to cry."

Feng Xiuhu said seriously, "I have to explain to you clearly. I plan to use these things to blow the temple upside down." "Huh?"

Xiong Guiyuan almost thought there was something wrong with her ears, and said with a twitch of her lips, "Deacon Feng, stop joking."

Feng Xiuhu spread his hands and said, "You know I'm joking. What good are these worthless things? Just think of them as something I can take home to soak in water."

Xiong Guiyuan stared at him for a few seconds, then finally nodded: "I understand. I'll send someone to contact them right away, and then have the housekeeper deliver the things to your house."

"Then thank you first."

Feng Xiuhu bowed to Xiong Guiyuan and stood up to say goodbye.

……

It was already past mid-afternoon when we returned to the house.

Feng Xiuhu waited for the Ma Zi brothers to come back first.

Feng Xiuhu arranged for them to go to the city to find out whose family was holding a funeral. As a result, they actually found it. When they came back, they handed Feng Xiuhu two half-burned wicks.

Er Mazi said, "We pretended to pass by the door, and I blew out the lamp. Damazi pinched the wick and ran away. The family chased us halfway down the street, and we barely escaped being caught."

After waiting for a while, Shunzi came back.

He was arranged by Feng Xiuhu to look for a grave mound to see if he could dig out money for the coffin.

But seeing Shunzi's dejected face, he must have gained nothing.

He said to Feng Xiuhu, "Brother, we all forgot about the burial mounds in Fancheng. Here, burials at sea are the norm."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized that he had learned something new.

But it doesn’t matter. Even though Shunzi can’t be found, it doesn’t mean that Xiong Guiyuan can’t be found.

When it was getting dark, Xiong Guiyuan's housekeeper arrived.

He was led in, and a mahogany food box was handed to Feng Xiuhu, who whispered, "The boss said these are the Shangcheng pastries that Deacon Feng requested. They're very valuable, so I have to personally see to it before I hand them over to you."

Deacon Feng nodded in understanding - Xiong Guiyuan still had her guard up.

Although Feng Xiuhu didn't say it, she still believed that Feng Xiuhu wanted these things to do something that could not be seen in public, so in order to help Feng Xiuhu cover up and to avoid being implicated herself, she arranged everything properly.

After seeing the housekeeper off, Feng Xiuhu returned to the house carrying the food box.

Xiyaoer, who had heard the noise earlier, also followed in, twisting her waist.

"Master, what cakes did that Xiong send? I want to see them too."

"What the hell are you looking at? Be careful she might poison you to death."

Feng Xiuhu drove Xiyao out of the house.

The room became quiet.

Feng Xiuhu placed the food box on the table and opened it to see—

Several exquisite snacks were displayed in the box, still warm.

Feng Xiuhu: “?”

He thought for a moment, then reached out and knocked on the bottom of the box, and sure enough, he heard a hollow sound.

After groping around for a while, Feng Xiuhu found the buckle at the bottom of the box, pressed the mechanism, opened the upper layer, and several things appeared.

Three rusty copper beads, a piece of broken wood root with fresh stumps, and a handwritten letter.

Feng Xiuhu unfolded the letter and found it was written by Xiong Guiyuan.

The letter explained that the Blood-soaked Stone was rare and they were afraid that someone would discover their identity, so they did not ask for it. Instead, they only sent money for the coffin and the rootless wood.

One thing is less, one thing is less. Including the guiding lamp wick, Feng Xiuhu already has three things in his hand, and he feels that is enough.

So Feng Xiuhu wrapped all the things in cloth and stuffed them under the bed, then put the food box back in place, opened the door and called Xiyaoer over.

Xi Yaoer came out of the side room and immediately smiled when she saw the food box in Feng Xiuhu's hand.

Feng Xiuhu handed the item to her and said, "Take it and share it with the Narcissus and Ganoderma lucidum."

Xi Yaoer pouted and agreed even though she was reluctant.

PS: Boss Xiong is the most reliable, but Feng Xiuhu can't control his brain, and this breakthrough is about to go wrong again. Gentlemen, please give him some tickets to help him wake up.

(End of this chapter)