Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 146 145 The Straight is Successful
Konate Chen's face lengthened.

His tone suddenly became stern: "Why did you want to kill Ni Shicai?"

Feng Xiuhu refused to fall for it and asked him, "Who told you that I killed Ni Shicai?"

Konate Chen sneered, "How could such a coincidence happen? You sent Mao Hetao to duel with Ni Shicai, and Ni Shicai died at this very moment."

Feng Xiuhu spread his hands. "If Ni Shicai isn't defeated publicly, there will never be any chance for missionary work in the Port District. Now that I'm a priest, I have to see to it that the church gets things done. Am I wrong?"

Konate Chen was clear-headed: "These are two different things. I'm talking about Ni Shicai's death."

Feng Xiuhu asked again, "What does his life or death have to do with me? First, explain why I must kill him."

Konate Chen had a sullen face and didn't say anything, while Feng Xiuhu looked at his expression in return.

Feng Xiuhu was looking forward to what Konate would say.

For example - because Ni Shicai was shot to death, I know that the gun was in your hand.

Or maybe - the temple has intervened in Lu Hongxi's case, and you have put me in a passive position.

Feng Xiuhu felt amused. He still couldn't be sure whether the gunman was related to Konate Chen, but he still suspected the dead foreigner in front of him.

Konate Chen was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Regardless of whether Ni Shicai's death was related to you, sending Mao Hetao was a foolish move—you gave the temple reason to hold you accountable."

"I'm not afraid of being held accountable."

Feng Xiuhu stared into Konate Chen's eyes. "I can even cooperate with their investigation. I also want to know who sent the gunman who killed Ni Shicai."

Konate Chen looked him in the eye. "As a priest of the church, you are actively cooperating with the temple. Have you ever considered the dignity of the church?"

Feng Xiuhu crossed his arms, his expression pious and serious: "I promise the God of Mist that I am doing this all for the church."

Konate Chen looked at Feng Xiuhu for a long time, and finally sighed: "Elder Vadela already knows about what happened today. Although he didn't say anything, I feel that he is very disappointed in you."

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but laugh: "Really? Then I'll ask him in person next time."

Konate Chen opened his mouth, but no words came out after a long while.

Feng Xiuhu threw away his cigarette butt, climbed up and patted his butt: "It's quite late, I won't let you sleep anymore, you can leave the same way you came."

"You'd better pray all night long, pray for good luck, and pray that this incident will not bring embarrassment to the church."

After saying this, Konate Chen turned into mist and quickly dissipated.

Feng Xiuhu stretched, walked back to the main room and closed the door.

He was actually extremely anxious.

Halfway through the conversation, he wanted to quickly chase Konate Chen away so that he could dig Shunzi out, but the foreigner kept nagging for a long time and was in high spirits. Now that he had finally coaxed the man away, Feng Xiuhu had to pretend for a while - he was worried that Konate Chen was hiding in the dark and watching.

In the room, Feng Xiuhu stuck to the door, listening carefully to the movements outside.

Suddenly he realized that something seemed to be missing.

Looking back, the bed was empty.

Feng Xiuhu was stunned.

Xi Yaoer is not in the main room tonight?
Before I could figure it out, I suddenly heard the sound of shoveling earth coming from the yard outside.

Feng Xiuhu was stunned again.

In the yard, Xi Yaoer was shivering as she shoveled the soil desperately. Her two arms, as white and tender as lotus roots, were as thin as bamboo poles. She could not shovel much soil with one shovel, but it was very strenuous.

She shoveled while shaking, mumbling to herself, "Brother Shunzi, wait a little longer. Hold on, I'll dig you out right away."

Feng Xiuhu stretched out his hand: "Let me help you."

Xi Yaoer said happily: "That's great!"

She handed the shovel to Feng Xiuhu, and suddenly realized what was happening. Just as she was about to scream, Feng Xiuhu covered her mouth with his hand.

Xi Yaoer trembled even more violently. She fell to the ground in fear and looked at Feng Xiuhu in horror: "Master... I, I didn't see anything!"

Feng Xiuhu's face was gloomy. "So what did you see?"

Xi Yaoer bit her lips and shook her head frantically.

"Say!"

Feng Xiuhu shouted in a low voice.

Xiyao'er burst into tears: "I-I saw, I saw you bury Brother Shunzi alive..."

Feng Xiuhu smiled sinisterly and said, "Alright, you're not sleeping at night and you dare to ruin my plans. Then you can go and keep him company."

Xi Yaoer couldn't bear it any longer, and crawled over crying and grabbed Feng Xiuhu's trouser legs: "Master! Spare me! I won't dare to look at you again!"

Feng Xiuhu lifted her chin and asked, "Why should I trust you?"

Xi Yaoer cried bitterly: "As long as you keep my humble life, I will do anything the master asks me to do."

Feng Xiuhu sneered: "You said it - then you can go to school in a few days." "It's all up to the master..."

Xiyaoer raised her head in surprise: "Huh?"

Feng Xiuhu picked her up and pointed to her room: "Go back and sleep."

Xi Yaoer was suspicious and afraid, and did not dare to refute or say anything more, so she walked back quickly.

Why did Feng Xiuhu suddenly stop being anxious?

Because when he came behind the slender waist, he saw the regular rhythm.

Illusory runes emerged from the bottom of the pit like bubbles.

He knew that the straight was successful.

The soil began to loosen, as if it had come to life.

The location of the deep pit was like a spring, with soil surging upward at an increasingly faster speed.

After a while, Shunzi, with his eyes closed, was pushed up.

Shunzi was still sitting cross-legged, but his brows were furrowed and his expression was serious, as if he had encountered some puzzling problem.

Feng Xiuhu waited patiently without disturbing him.

After an unknown amount of time, Shunzi finally slowly opened his eyes.

"How did I get up here?"

He hasn't figured out the situation yet.

Feng Xiuhu asked with concern, "How is it?"

Shunzi stood up, shook off the dirt on his body, and whispered, "It should be done."

Feng Xiuhu was delighted: "That's good! Remember to practice diligently. This technique is tailor-made for you."

"Ah."

Shunzi responded, but he seemed unhappy.

Feng Xiuhu didn't notice it and thought Shunzi was still immersed in the mysterious feeling of practicing just now.

The two of them worked together to backfill the soil and restore the yard to its original appearance.

"Brother, I'm going back to my room to rest."

Shunzi said hello to Feng Xiuhu and went back to his room.

Feng Xiuhu didn't think too much about it. It was time for him to go to bed as he had to go to the church tomorrow.

He planned to strike while the iron was hot - Ni Shicai had just died, and it was the best time to take over the four streets in the Port District.

In this matter, Feng Xiuhu decided to let Guard Officer Morgan take the lead.

Feng Xiuhu fell asleep, but Shunzi next door was still wide awake.

He didn't sleep at all, but sat cross-legged on the bed and practiced the Mountain Moving Technique.

"Why can't you tell anyone?"

Shunzi lowered his voice to the lowest level.

In my mind, a dull voice seemed to come from far away.

"Hide... and then... find... the divine bone..."

Shunzi said stubbornly: "You have to explain it clearly first, otherwise I will tell my brother tomorrow."

"Danger...you...only hope..."

The voice was intermittent, and Shunzi couldn't figure out whether it was because the signal was bad or the owner of the voice was too weak.

Maybe both.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

The sound disappeared.

Just when Shunzi was about to give up and lie down to sleep.

"Yes...I dare to take it."

PS: Feng Xiuhu really wants Xiyaoer to learn something, because he is going to move to the upper city and is afraid that Xiyaoer’s skills are not enough.

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(End of this chapter)