Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 167 166 Attacking from the East to the West
In Feng Xiuhu's plan, this arrow was mainly to serve as a deterrent - to assure the God of Mist that he was clearly shooting at the ground under Yan Qingtian's feet.

However, Feng Xiuhu lacked relevant operational experience and lacked accuracy, which backfired and stabbed Shen Yanzhi in the stomach.

Feng Xiuhu would find excuses for himself: "It's not my fault. I think the position of Director of the Planning Department is incompatible with me."

A large group of people came in a hurry and left in a hurry, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Not only the government officials were frightened, but also the people from the church.

Feng Xiuhu handed the crossbow back, and the Divine Guard soldier held it in his hand without daring to move.

He looked at Mike again.

Mike opened his mouth and stared blankly in the direction the mayor fled.

"What are you thinking about?"

Feng Xiuhu asked.

Mike muttered, "I wonder what the crime is for murdering the mayor."

Feng Xiuhu held his chin in his hand and said, "This is really difficult to handle. If all else fails, let him apologize to me."

"Apologise to you?"

Mike turned around in surprise.

In front of him, Feng Xiuhu took out the brooch and put it on again, then asked, "What did you just say?"

Mike looked away angrily: "Nothing."

……

The negotiations broke down in this way. In front of all the officials, Yan Qingtian remained calm, but Secretary Song, who was familiar with him, knew very well that the mayor must be very angry.

Yan Qingtian waved his hand and said to everyone, "Don't be discouraged. The road to success is always full of difficulties and obstacles, but as long as we keep our feet on the ground, make steady progress, and implement the idea of ​​taking one step at a time, we will definitely achieve our ultimate goal of returning to Shangcheng."

There seemed to be a layer of haze over the heads of the officials. In the past, they would have started clapping at this time, but today they all hung their heads and remained silent - only Shen Yanzhi, who was shot in the stomach, kept groaning.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not good, how could Song Cuiting, as the secretary, make the mayor's words come true?
This is when she comes into play.

clap clap clap!
Secretary Song led the applause: "Mr. Mayor, please give us instructions for our next step."

Having the opportunity, Yan Qingtian smiled and nodded: "Since everyone trusts me, then I will just say a few words..."

Shen Yanzhi sat against the wall and hummed twice.

His blood had already flowed onto the ground, and Song Cuiting had no choice but to lean over to the mayor's ear and whisper a reminder: "Mr. Mayor, it's too late to say anything more—Director Shen can't afford to delay."

Yan Qingtian glanced at Shen Yanzhi and curled his lips in dissatisfaction. He pondered for a moment and said, "I declare that the next major task is to go to the temple."

"Director Shen is diligent and conscientious. He is a good official for the people and a good colleague in the government office. We will not give up on him, so we must take him to the temple for treatment as soon as possible."

The mayor gave instructions, and a group of people rushed to the temple.

Yan Qingtian and Song Cuiting got into the car together and finally said some things that were not convenient for outsiders to hear.

"That mad beast... I remember he once openly disobeyed the government's decree."

Yan Qingtian placed one hand naturally on Song Cuiting's thigh.

Song Cuiting lifted her skirt sensibly and nodded, "That's true."

His palm slid across the smooth skin, gradually probing deeper. Yan Qingtian nodded and said, "The charge is too light."

Song Cuiting opened her legs wider to make it easier for Yan Qingtian to use her. "He intended to attack the mayor today. Besides that, he illegally intercepted officials, murdered the director of the Planning Department, intentionally injured innocent people, illegally used controlled weapons, and obstructed normal traffic on the road. I think these crimes combined are enough to execute him several times."

Yan Qingtian pursed his lips and nodded: "It's well-reasoned, legal and compliant, so let's do it this way."

Even if he wanted to settle accounts with Feng Xiuhu, he had to leave the port area first. Yan Qingtian had a good plan. He went to the temple not only to treat Shen Yanzhi, but mainly to return to the upper city.

His thinking was simple—since the church temple wanted to attack, then they should attack immediately. There had to be a process for calling it a day when they got tired, right? There had to be a break before the next round, right? They couldn't afford to stay up all night fighting, right? Even an owlman couldn't stand that kind of torment!

This was Yan Qingtian’s idea - I’ll go over there when you guys have a truce, and Feng Xiuhu won’t be able to find a reason to block my way again.

So he wanted the temple to act quickly.

……

Feng Xiuhu guessed correctly, Yan Qingtian did have this face.

As the mayor of Fan City, Yan Qingtian is qualified to dine with the temple master Wan Laiqiu - even if he eats on his knees, he will eat at the same table.

Therefore, the suggestions he put forward are worthy of careful consideration by the chief priest.

When it was getting dark, the temple finally took action.

It started to rain lightly at first. Feng Xiuhu touched his head, thinking it was an illusion.

Then a guard officer shouted, "Alert!"

Feng Xiuhu immediately stood up and looked outside.

A dense crowd of Sili figures emerged at the bottom of the slope, holding an axe in one hand and a shield in the other, and rushed up the slope with the help of the wind.

Glanshaw's voice followed closely behind: "Cast a spell!"

The deacons chanted in unison, and a thick fog appeared out of nowhere, sinking rapidly down the slope.

At the bottom of the slope, a figure in a long priest's robe rose up on the wind, pointed his finger and shouted, "Transform into rain, cleanse!"

The rain suddenly became heavier, and the fog that had just spread over continued to surge under the pressure of the rain, becoming thinner at a rate visibly visible to the naked eye.

The eunuchs who had rushed forward were also busy. They formed hand gestures and shouted in unison, "Wind, rise!"

The air flow formed a circle and then gathered with everyone to form a powerful gale, crashing into the thick fog.

The eunuchs worked together to cast a spell, and the thick fog, which had already been suppressed by the rain, was unable to resist. In an instant, it was shattered by the strong wind and flew away in all directions.

Feng Xiuhu pointed at the high priest in the sky and shouted at the top of his voice, "What are you all standing there for? Shoot him!"

Upon hearing this, the Divine Guards in the back row loaded their arrows, and as they pulled the trigger, a dense rain of arrows covered the area below.

This move had little effect.

The chief priest made a hand gesture and flicked his sleeves, and the oncoming arrows were deflected.

The eunuchs charging below were not afraid at all. When the rain of arrows fell on their heads, most of them lost their accuracy and power in the strong wind and were blown aside. The few arrows that broke through the wind curtain were blocked by round shields.

Feng Xiuhu touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed - he realized that his command was indeed not professional enough.

Guard Officer Morgan strode forward, grabbed Feng Xiuhu's collar with his uninjured right hand, and pulled him back: "This is not the place for you, go back!"

Mike had returned to the deacon team long ago. At this time, apart from the Divine Guards, the only person left in front of the roadblock was Feng Xiuhu, who was wearing a priest robe.

After the previous defeat, Feng Xiuhu listened to the advice, turned around and went into the crowd and came to Granshaw.

Granshaw was holding the pendant and muttering something, trying to maintain the foggy area.

Feng Xiuhu just stared at him eagerly.

Finally, Granshaw couldn't stand it anymore: "Why don't you help me?"

(End of this chapter)