Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 119 Exit 118
Paul was terrified to death.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't have time to think about whether such a thing should exist in the Land of Mist.

Seeing several lions chasing him with their bloody mouths agape, he kicked his legs and shouted to Feng Xiuhu, "Hurry up! Kick faster!"

The lion running in front pounced and bit Paul on the thigh.

Paul screamed in pain as one of his legs was torn off by the lion.

He is just a spirit now. Even though he was seriously injured, not a drop of blood was shed. However, the pain was not relieved at all.

Mike looked back, then turned back to Feng Xiuhu with a reluctant heart and said, "Don't ride too fast. The other lions won't be able to catch up."

Feng Xiuhu scolded him: "What are you talking about? Such a serious injury can't be delayed. We need to find a doctor immediately."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bicycle crashed into the operating room with a bang.

Paul flew in and dove headfirst onto the operating table.

Feng Xiuhu shouted outside: "Come quickly, get a doctor!"

A figure rushed in and pushed Mike aside. He raised the saw in his hand and said, "I'm a carpenter!"

After saying that, he began to saw off Paul's only remaining good leg.

Paul struggled in fear, but Feng Xiuhu held him down tightly: "Repairing is not the same as repairing anything. A carpenter is half a doctor!"

Paul screamed, "There's nothing wrong with my leg!"

The carpenter slapped his thigh and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Paul looked down and saw that the good leg had been sawed off by the carpenter and was holding it in his arms.

Feng Xiuhu pointed at the carpenter and cursed, "You—why are you joining in the fun?"

"I'll go call someone!"

The carpenter said this and ran out holding his legs.

As soon as he left, another figure rushed in: "Let me try!"

Paul noticed that he was not dressed properly and quickly asked, "What do you do?"

The man patted his chest and said, "Healing!"

Paul had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the man pull out a machete.

Paul immediately struggled: "Get away from me!"

Feng Xiuhu held him down again and advised, "The doctor won't harm you. We can't avoid seeing a doctor!"

The man came up and grabbed Paul's left hand, saying, "Oh, my hand is all broken, it's terrible!"

After saying this, he made a decisive move and chopped off the arm at the elbow.

Feng Xiuhu quickly asked Paul, "Do you feel better now?"

Paul cried out, “My hand is wronged!”

Feng Xiuhu asked the man again: "It doesn't seem to be working. Are you a doctor?"

The man scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I'm a butcher, and I occasionally treat animals."

Feng Xiuhu kicked the veterinarian out and said, "Send someone else!"

A doctor in a white coat walked in. He adjusted his glasses and looked at Paul for a moment. "The patient's condition is not optimistic."

Paul cried out, "Save me! Save me!"

Feng Xiuhu also quickly said, "Treat him. We'll treat him no matter how much it costs!"

The doctor's expression was serious. He shook his head and asked Feng Xiuhu, "Family members, please make a decision quickly. Should we save the older or younger child?"

"what?"

Paul was stunned for a moment.

Feng Xiuhu said anxiously, "Save Da! Doctor, we need to save Da!"

The doctor nodded: "I understand."

The doctor took out a scalpel, and before Paul could react, the blade circled around his shoulder and his entire right arm fell off.

The doctor nodded to Feng Xiuhu and said, "Congratulations, the operation was successful." Feng Xiuhu burst into tears of joy and held the doctor's hand tightly, saying, "Thank you, doctor!"

The doctor turned and left. Feng Xiuhu said to Paul, "Brother, you should take good care of yourself. I'll come and see you later with a wreath."

The surrounding scenes turned into mist and dissipated.

Paul's spirit was on the verge of collapse. He sometimes cried and sometimes laughed, muttering to himself: "Mist, it's all mist... Where am I..."

Feng Xiuhu picked up the bicycle and asked Mike, who was huddled aside, to get on.

What happened just now was so absurd that Mike didn't dare to say a word from beginning to end.

The lost people around gradually gathered here, and Feng Xiuhu and Mike rode away on their bikes.

Feng Xiuhu hadn't actually had enough, but Shi was already urging him on.

Feng Xiuhu wasted too much power of rules in his crazy play, so he didn't have much time left.

This time they didn't ride too far. As Feng Xiuhu stopped causing trouble, the bicycle soon emerged from the thick fog. A magnificent stone gate that pierced the sky stood before them.

"Go up and touch the stone door, and you can get out."

As Mike spoke, he couldn't help but look back in the direction he came from.

Feng Xiuhu got off the bicycle, and as it turned into mist and dissipated, the mysterious feeling of being in control of everything just now also receded like the tide.

Noticing Mike's gaze, Feng Xiuhu asked, "Want to stay with him?"

Mike quickly shook his head: "I just... I was just wondering if you would be suspected after you go out."

Feng Xiuhu rubbed his chin. "That's indeed a problem—so you think I should silence him?"

He looked at Mike with ill intent.

Mike shuddered. "I definitely won't tell anyone! I, I mean, although it's rare for someone to fail at the spiritual awakening stage, it's actually normal... right?"

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "That's right."

Mike didn't dare to look at him again, and hurried to touch the stone door. His figure quickly turned into mist and disappeared on the spot.

Feng Xiuhu followed suit, walked forward and put his hand on the door.

Feeling the familiar feeling of falling, Feng Xiuhu opened his eyes and saw that he was still standing in the magic circle on the stage.

Mike waved at him from outside. Feng Xiuhu looked around and saw that there were only a few people left in the magic circle.

Not far away, Paul's body stood motionless in the magic circle drawn by Yukhu. His companion, the fat deacon, had already gone outside the magic circle and was waiting anxiously.

Feng Xiuhu walked out of the magic circle, and Konate Chen came to greet him: "Congratulations, Deacon Feng Xiuhu."

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand: "If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

Konate Chen quickly stopped him: "The ceremony is not over yet."

Feng Xiuhu looked back at Paul and said, "That's a long time to wait."

Following Feng Xiuhu's gaze towards Paul, Konate Chen assumed Feng Xiuhu was in a hurry to leave so he could gather his men to deal with Paul. He frowned and warned in a low voice, "You'd better not think about him. Harming a colleague is a serious crime. You will be brought to justice."

Although Feng Xiuhu and Paul had already settled their accounts, he had to make this clear: "He was the one who provoked me first."

Konate Chen's expression darkened: "But he didn't do it."

Feng Xiuhu asked, "Do you believe I can whip you?"

"What did you say!"

Konate Chen glared.

Feng Xiuhu spread his hands and said, "Hey, I didn't do anything, why are you angry?"

Konate Chen fell silent. He stared at Feng Xiuhu unkindly for a long moment, then suppressed his anger and said, "I'll tell Lu Hongxi about what Paul did today. Lu Hongxi was frightened by the incident on Fengyu Street. He won't dare bother you again for a while. If he knows Paul has offended you, he'll teach you a lesson."

Feng Xiuhu said, "An apology must be made with an apologetic attitude. If he really wants to, let him come to my house and apologize in person."

"That's unrealistic." Konate Chen shook his head. "After all, he's the Duke of Great Power's man. If he were to bow to a deacon, it would only damage the Duke of Great Power's reputation."

"And in the final analysis, he asked you for workers because he was dealing with the factory, which is also the Duke's business. This matter has not yet been resolved, and the Duke will not give in."

(End of this chapter)