Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 103 102 Uninvited Guest

That night, Feng Xiuhu went to bed early on purpose.

He planned to rest early, then get up and sneak out in the second half of the night to find a place to break through.

So he went back to his room and lay down right after dinner.

But it’s not easy to change your daily routine. Feng Xiuhu tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. The voice in his mind kept talking, making him unable to sleep at all.

Since his rebirth, Shi seemed to have reached some kind of "synchronization" with this body. He no longer needed to be stimulated by a spell to wake up. As long as he wanted, he seemed to be able to chat with Feng Xiuhu at any time.

"Why aren't you asleep yet? Are you excited about the breakthrough?"

"Don't think I won't know you're pretending to sleep if you don't say anything. You can't hide it from me."

"If you don't sleep now, you won't be able to get up in the middle of the night and you'll miss something important. I wonder what you'll do tomorrow."

Feng Xiuhu was unable to sleep because of the noise. He opened his eyes and looked at the tent above the bed: "Big Chong, do you always talk so much?"

Eclipse paused: "...Did I disturb you?"

Actually, it’s a good thing that Feng Xiuhu couldn’t sleep either.

He thought for a moment and asked, "So who did you talk to when you wanted to chat before?"

This time, Eclipse was silent for a longer time: "Lord Xi."

Feng Xiuhu was stunned: "You two know each other well?"

"……Um."

Shi responded, his voice so soft that Feng Xiuhu almost didn't hear it.

Feng Xiuhu took a deep breath. He realized that he had underestimated Shi. At first, he thought Shi was just a surrenderer, but he didn't expect that Shi, a surrenderer, had already become the supreme commander of the Eastern God.

Feng Xiuhu probed, "So you two have a good relationship?"

Eclipse sneered, "Of course, so good that she can't leave me at all."

Feng Xiuhu seemed to smell gossip: "Is it so ambiguous? Could she be the legendary tigress?"

Eclipse said unhappily, "You think too much. It's not that kind of relationship."

Feng Xiuhu asked again: "Then why can't she leave you?"

Eclipse didn't give a direct answer: "It's just that each of us takes what we need."

Feng Xiuhu couldn't understand: "Then why did Xijun want to kill you?"

He remembered what Yin Xiao had said, and suddenly realized, "Is it because she discovered that you stole the authority of the Mist?"

This made Shi mad for some reason, and he yelled in Feng Xiuhu's head, "Of course not!"

But his momentum dropped in an instant, and he said with a lack of confidence: "At least it's not the main reason."

Feng Xiuhu stroked his stubble and thought, "That's right. I don't think it's so stingy to turn against you just because I took a tiny bit of the authority of the Mist."

Eclipse snorted coldly: "Who told you that I only have the power of the mist in my hands?"

Feng Xiuhu's eyes lit up: "Anything else? Then tell me."

"I might scare you to death if I tell you."

The erosion does not give up.

Feng Xiuhu's curiosity had been aroused, and he felt itchy in his heart as if a cat was scratching him.

However, he couldn't pry open Shi's mouth, so he had no choice but to use his eloquence: "Forget it, if Xi Jun comes looking for me later, I will be the first to hand you over."

"You won't survive even if you hand it over." Shi Hui retorted, "Let's die together. Burn it all to death."

Feng Xiuhu has used this method so many times that it no longer poses a threat to Shi.

Feng Xiuhu was wondering if there was any other way to deal with him. As he was thinking, his thoughts began to wander: "Do you know Wu Song?"

Eclipse was puzzled: "Who?"

Feng Xiuhu felt a little sleepy: "I don't know him either."

"But I think you should be able to chat with him."

Unconsciously, Feng Xiuhu gradually fell asleep. He didn't know how long he slept. In his drowsiness, Feng Xiuhu suddenly heard E's voice shouting in his mind: "Someone is coming."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly woke up and opened his eyes abruptly.

He pushed himself up from the bed and turned to look at the door.

I saw wisps of mist seeping in from the crack in the door, then slowly swirling and gathering in the room.

Watching this scene, Feng Xiuhu reached under the pillow and grasped the axe handle.

The fog quickly thickened, and the swirling gray fog also condensed, gradually gathering into a human shape.

When the last wisp of gray fog dissipated, two figures stood in the middle of the room, looking at Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu knew both of these uninvited guests.

Konate Chen and Archbishop Thorferson Zhao.

Feng Xiuhu smiled and said, "What a rare guest."

But the hatchet hidden under the pillow did not loosen.

Neither of the two foreigners smiled, and their eyes were full of scrutiny when they looked at Feng Xiuhu.

Konate Chen took a step forward: "Feng Xiuhuzhi..."

Before he could finish his words, he tripped and almost fell.

Konate Chen looked down and saw that the place where he and Toverson Zhao were standing was a pit.

He couldn't understand why this kind of terrain appeared in the bedroom, so he cast a puzzled look at Feng Xiuhu: "What is this?"

Feng Xiuhu replied calmly, "Urinal."

There was silence in the room for a few seconds.

Konate Chen and Toverson Zhao stepped out at the same time.

His mood was interrupted, and Konate Chen forgot to ask the next question for a moment.

Otherwise, how could it be said that Toverson Zhao was the archbishop? He thought of the important matter first.

"cough."

Toverson Zhao coughed lightly and said, "Deacon Feng, we have something to ask you, and we hope you will answer truthfully. In a sense, this matter is very serious, so you'd better not hide anything."

Feng Xiuhu nodded. "I can see you're able to get the Archbishop to come here in person so late at night. If you don't tell me something important, I'll think you're just bored."

Toverson Zhao and Konate Chen looked at each other.

Konate Chen shook his head and shrugged helplessly at the archbishop.

Looking back, Toverson Zhao's eyes were fixed on Feng Xiuhu's face. "I heard that you went to the former residence of the Goddess of Wind and Rain this afternoon and saw the deity there."

Feng Xiuhu quickly declared his loyalty, shouting, "I'm not a traitor! I'm loyal to the God of Mist!"

Konate Chen covered his forehead with a headache.

Toverson Zhao raised his hand to signal Feng Xiuhu to stop: "Okay, Bishop Konate and I both believe this, don't worry."

Feng Xiuhu was indeed anxious: "What's the point of you two believing? The God of Mist has to believe it. I have an initiation ceremony tomorrow, so please don't cause trouble for me now."

Toverson Zhao took a deep breath: “Just listen to me first.”

Feng Xiuhu stayed quiet and obedient.

Toverson Zhao's tone darkened. "Just before nightfall, the chief priest Chushan Gu and twelve clerks of the Guan Temple in the Port District were executed. It was the order of the Wanlai Qiu Temple Master himself, for disrespecting the Goddess of Wind and Rain."

Feng Xiuhu was stunned: "Just die, what does it have to do with me?"

Konate Chen looked up. "They were executed for blasphemy simply because they went to the gate of the Goddess of Wind and Rain. And you've already been there, yet you're still standing here."

Toverson Zhao continued, "Although no one dares to disobey the Temple Master's orders, the last time the Temple voluntarily ceded the port area was already difficult for the Temple monks to accept. Coupled with this time, their internal anger has reached a critical point."

"It only takes a tiny spark to start a new war."

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(End of this chapter)