Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 150 Fighting in the Mist
Konate Chen's eyes widened in disbelief.

He watched helplessly as the beasts transformed from the mist were scolded and driven away by a group of people waving whips, and the beasts fled in all directions with their tails between their legs.

Feng Xiuhu pointed to the sky again and said, "In the name of the mist—um... where is Lao Deng?"

The signpost transformed from the fog extended all the way to Konate Chen, and it clearly read: Lao Deng is here.

Feng Xiuhu trotted over, hands on hips, and questioned Konate Chen: "Are you trying to silence me?"

Konate Chen's worldview was somewhat shaken. He pursed his lips and asked, "What kind of spell is this?"

Feng Xiuhu raised his chin towards him and said, "There's no one else here. Tell me the truth first—did you send the gunman?"

Konate Chen's face darkened. "No. In the name of the mist, travel far."

His body turned into mist and dissipated in front of Feng Xiuhu.

"Why are you running? Are you feeling guilty?"

Feng Xiuhu put his learning into practice: "In the name of the mist, I will travel far."

Konate Chen's figure regrouped and turned to look in the direction they came from, but did not find Feng Xiuhu.

"Who are you looking for?"

A voice suddenly came to my ear.

Konate Chen didn't think twice and pointed behind him: "Deprive!"

In Feng Xiuhu's field of vision, Konate Chen's figure quickly moved away.

It's not Konate Chen who is moving away, but Feng Xiuhu who is moving backward.

"In the name of the mist, travel far."

Feng Xiuhu turned into mist again, trying to get rid of the influence, but failed to get close to Konate Chen.

Eclipse whispered in his mind, "It's useless. He used the spell of the authority of 'direction'."

Feng Xiuhu snorted coldly: "Then let's not fight here."

He raised his foot and stamped it. "The fog has dissipated."

The smoke dissipated and the two returned to the study.

Konate Chen pulled out a short staff from his sleeve and looked at Feng Xiuhu warily: "Where did you learn all this?"

Feng Xiuhu also took out his hand axe and grinned, "I learned it all by myself. Piety always pays off."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiuhu swung his hand and threw the axe.

Konate Chen did not dodge or evade, the short axe pierced through his chest and hit the wall.

Mist surged in Konate Chen's chest, and then quickly recovered in the blink of an eye.

Feng Xiuhu approached, but saw Konate Chen spread out his left hand, and a formation book appeared, with the pages flipping rapidly.

"Imprison, restraint, and execution."

Konate Chen spoke quickly in succession, and lightly pointed his short staff in front of him. The shadow of a large formation emerged and then covered his head, as if it was branded on the ground.

hum!
After a muffled sound, Feng Xiuhu froze in place while still running, unable to move.

He turned his head and looked around. Several chains made of mist seemed to extend from the void in all directions, imprisoning his limbs. At the same time, he lost his sense of magic power - not the power of the mist, but the magic power of practicing the Rotten Flesh Technique.

Eclipse let out a low, playful laugh. "He has a good understanding of the rules of the fog. This is the nature of the fog—it obscures your connection to mana."

The authority of the mist was lent to him by Eclipse, and he still relied on magic power to activate the authority.

Losing the connection with the magic power means that Feng Xiuhu can no longer borrow the authority.

Bang!
There was another muffled sound, and a guillotine appeared, with the blade pointing directly at Feng Xiuhu below.

"Take it off."

Feng Xiuhu muttered to himself.

Eclipse asked, "Do you want me to take action?"

Feng Xiuhu asked, "Is there any other way?"

Konate Chen frowned: "Another way? It's too late to beg for mercy now."

Eclipse said, "Yes, but it might make a lot of noise."

Feng Xiuhu smiled and said, "Then let's give it a try."

Konate Chen's eyes were gloomy: "Nonsense, I've had enough of you."

Before he finished speaking, the pendant on Feng Xiuhu's chest suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, and pure misty magic power emerged as if boiling.

What Feng Xiuhu saw was even clearer—amidst the violent fluctuations of rules, misty runes filled the entire study.

The magic circle trembled and loosened. Feng Xiuhu struggled hard, and the chains broke into mist and dissipated. He took a step forward, and the magic circle under his feet shattered into countless points of light.

Konate Chen's eyes widened in disbelief. "God of Mist, how is this possible..."

Feng Xiuhu's figure transformed into mist and appeared before Konate Chen's eyes: "Old Chen, you really have quite a few tricks up your sleeve."

wow-

The window of the study was shattered, and a thick column of mist and smoke rushed out like a long dragon, carrying a figure, and then fell into the garden.

The sudden movement attracted people's attention, and the Divine Guards and deacons ran into the yard and looked up.

The figure in the garden crawled up, its body covered with grass leaves.

It was Konate Chen.

Then the fog gathered in front of him and Feng Xiuhu appeared again.

He snapped his fingers: "Bondage."

Chains materialized in the air, exactly the same as those in the magic circle just now.

Konate Chen was a little flustered and began to chant: "Follow the guidance of the fog and set sail."

He had used this move on Xi Wusheng before, and it could effectively avoid physical attacks and spells.

But Feng Xiuhu learned quickly. He snapped his fingers again: "Block."

The connection between mana and the physical body is obscured by mist.

Konate Chen's spell failed to work and he was chained to the spot.

"This is impossible!"

Konate Chen almost screamed.

The people in the temple in the distance looked at each other, not knowing what was going on, and not knowing whether they should come forward to mediate.

Feng Xiuhu had no expression on his face. He raised his hand and pointed, "Execute."

The expected guillotine did not appear.

"Ok?"

Feng Xiuhu was just wondering when Shi whispered, "Someone's coming."

The regular rhythm subsided in an instant.

"The fog has cleared."

Before anyone arrives, the sound comes first.

The chains that bound Konate Chen dissipated, and Vadlajo and Toverson Zhao appeared one after another in the fog.

Vadelacho looked at Feng Xiuhu, while Toverson Zhao looked at Konate Chen.

Feng Xiuhu took the initiative and pointed at Konate Chen and said, "He hired the gunman. He is the mastermind behind this."

Konate Chen half-knelt on the ground, his face flushed as he yelled, "That's nonsense!"

Feng Xiuhu added, "He just wanted to kill me to silence me."

Konate Chen argued: "You are the real murderer of Ni Shicai! I will arrest you and bring you back for trial!"

Feng Xiuhu looked at Vadracho and asked, "Do you believe him or do you believe that I am Qin Shi Huang?"

Vadracho: “…Hmm?”

"That's it."

Toverson Zhao spoke.

He helped Konate Chen up and brushed off the grass on him: "It doesn't matter."

Then he turned to look at Feng Xiuhu and said, "Great Detective, it doesn't make much sense to just focus on the facts of the case."

"You should think carefully. Even if you find the real culprit, will the temple release Bishop Yuk?"

Feng Xiuhu was stunned and began to understand.

Konate Chen nodded and said, "The temple is not here to investigate the case, and they don't care who the real murderer is."

Feng Xiuhu understood now.

The temple wants to play a second game.

Yukhu is just an excuse. The temple knows that the church will not give up Yukhu, so it will inevitably take the initiative to take the next step.

Wadlajo took over the conversation, he smiled and took Feng Xiuhu's hand: "Compared to that, I care about you more."

"Darling of the Mist, will you be my student?"

Feng Xiuhu's expression grew serious, and he folded his arms in greeting. "Praise the Mist, Elder. It is my honor."

PS: People without authority cannot see the rhythm of rules, so Vadracho only saw Feng Xiuhu's piety.

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(End of this chapter)