Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 175 Chapter 174 Internal Conflict among the Priests
After returning the pigtail, Feng Xiuhu went straight home.

Fortunately, Miao Gensheng and Hua Manfu left the rope ladder behind before they left, otherwise, given Feng Xiuhu's current condition, it would be a question whether he could climb up the wall.

Feng Xiuhu forced himself to return to the main room despite feeling sleepy. Without even taking off his clothes, he fell headfirst onto the pillow and fell asleep.

He fell into a deep sleep.

Feng Xiuhu had a dream that night - don't get me wrong, I'm talking about a real dream, not Meng Lin.

He dreamed that he was sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window of a revolving restaurant, looking at the night view of the city outside.

Sitting opposite was Lady Fengyu, who was wearing a gorgeous dress. She was cutting the steak on the plate into small pieces, then sticking them together and handing them to Feng Xiuhu's mouth.

Feng Xiuhu smiled evilly, took the meat into his mouth, and said as he chewed, "My beauty, you feed me the best food."

Lady Fengyu's eyes were charming: "You like me to feed you every day."

The more Feng Xiuhu chewed, the worse his expression became - the meat in his mouth tasted like chewing wax, and he couldn't chew it for a long time.

He was a little angry and raised his hand to call the waiter: "Wetter!"

The man in gray, wearing a bow tie and a waistcoat, came over. "Sir, what can I do for you?"

Feng Xiuhu banged the plate angrily: "How did you cook this? The meat is tough!"

Mr. Gray bowed. "I'm sorry. I'll change it for you right away."

Then he took up his knife, cut open the chest, pointed at the bloody meat inside and asked, "What do you think of this piece? The most tender ribs, guaranteed to leave you with an unforgettable taste."

Feng Xiuhu stuck his neck into Mr. Gray's stomach, only to find it was filled with miscellaneous items.

"Sir," said the man in gray, "the offal is at a separate price."

"wait."

Feng Xiuhu raised his hand to interrupt, he seemed to hear other voices.

Jingle bell—jingle bell—

Following the sound, Feng Xiuhu finally saw that there was a rotary phone under the miscellaneous items, which was ringing non-stop.

He took out the phone and picked up the receiver: "Hello, who is this?"

Eclipse's roar was heard: "Are you fucking deaf——"

pat.

Feng Xiuhu hung up the phone and sat back at the dining table as if nothing had happened.

Lady Fengyu cast a seductive glance at him: "You bastard, which vixen is looking for you again?"

Feng Xiuhu smiled awkwardly: "It's a work call."

The phone rang again, and Feng Xiuhu pretended not to hear it.

Lady Fengyu asked him, "Didn't you hear?"

Feng Xiuhu lowered his head and scratched the meat on the plate, muttering, "Let's eat. I don't have time now."

Lady Fengyu's tone changed: "I say - are you deaf?"

Feng Xiuhu felt something was wrong and looked up, only to see that the pretty face of Fengyu Niangniang had transformed into a large, corroded head, roaring at him, "Wake up!"

Eclipse in a tuxedo is too scary.

Feng Xiuhu was frightened and woke up.

The ringing in my ears continued.

Feng Xiuhu hurriedly got up from the bed and saw the Yu Lin Bell shaking in the air, and several chains made of mist bound it in place.

Eclipse panted and said quickly in his mind, "The temple has discovered it and is using the sub-bell to sense its location. Quickly cut off the connection between them."

Feng Xiuhu was quite familiar with this job. He quickly snapped his fingers and said, "Block it."

The mist on the chain climbed up and circled around the copper bell. Then the swing of the copper bell suddenly stopped and it fell to the ground.

This was a characteristic of the Mist's power. Just as the connection between the physical body and the magical power was sealed, the connection between the mother and child bells was "obscured." The crisis was temporarily resolved, and Feng Xiuhu turned to look out the window.

It's just dawn.

I dare not wait any longer, it’s time to get on with the business.

Why did Feng Xiuhu go back to the house instead of the factory area last night?
Because his work is not finished yet.

Feng Xiuhu knew very well that he could not hold the Yu Linling because it was too hot to handle, so his original plan was to give it to Vadracho.

But last night he really couldn't hold on any longer, so he took the risk and took a nap. Before going to bed, he specifically asked Shi to keep an eye on him.

What Feng Xiuhu was worried about was another effect of the Yulin Bell - the person who controlled the sub-bell could come directly to the mother bell.

It would be a huge joke if he was killed in his sleep by the flying high priest.

But fortunately, Feng Xiuhu made the right bet. He bet that the opponent would not dare to come.

Two of the three chief priests were injured, and only one, Ren Pingsheng, still retained his strength. Faced with the theft of the mother bell and the unknown situation on the other side, if he really flew over, the risk he would take would be no less than Feng Xiuhu's.

The other party really doesn't dare to come over, otherwise they wouldn't use the sub-bell to sense the position of the main bell.

After changing into a priest's robe, Feng Xiuhu headed straight to the upper city area.

……

On the other hand, at the Port District Temple, the three chief priests looked at each other in surprise.

"The induction is gone."

Ren Pingsheng said with a gloomy face.

The Feng Lai Hua Yu Jue contains some healing spells. After a night of rest, Zhang Qiuchi and Song Chungui were able to walk, but their internal injuries were still not healed.

Song Chungui asked anxiously: "Have you sensed the general direction?"

As one of the sect's most important magical instruments, the loss of the Yulin Bell was a serious matter, so it was no wonder they were anxious.

Ren Pingsheng slowly shook his head: "The duration of the induction is too short. We can only confirm that it is not in the port area."

Zhang Qiuchi twirled his beard in thought. "If it's not in the port area, then the thief must have acted in the first half of the night, otherwise he wouldn't have run so fast."

Song Chungui looked at Ren Pingsheng and said, "Why are you still standing there? If it were any later, the thieves would have escaped the city. You're the only one who still has all your strength left. Why don't you go and take the mother bell back?"

Ren Pingsheng glared at him, "How dare you provoke me, you brat? If the two of you hadn't been badly hurt in the fight, why would you have let your guard down last night?"

Song Chungui sneered, "That's easy to say. Yesterday, Zhang Jichang and I led the main force deep into the enemy's heart, and you only led your disciples in a feint attack, a diversionary tactic. You could have retreated unscathed. Not only did you take advantage, but now you're blaming us both?"

"It's ridiculous!"

Ren Pingsheng waved his sleeves and scolded, "You were so confident that you had the Ziling to protect you that you rushed in too fast and rushed forward, putting you and Chief Priest Zhang in danger. And that's your excuse for shirking responsibility?"

"you--"

Song Chungui raised his finger and pointed with his eyes wide open.

Zhang Qiuchi felt a pain in his head and stepped in between the two of them: "Stop arguing!"

"Now that the magic weapon has been stolen, we don't even know who the thief is. If internal strife breaks out again, how can we fight this war?"

Song Chungui persisted: "It is precisely because the Yulin Bell is of such great importance that we must hurry and find it."

"Humph."

Ren Pingsheng turned around with his hands behind his back and said, "You also have a bell in your hand. If you want to go, go ahead. If you succeed in finding it, I will definitely ask for credit for you."

Song Chungui gritted his teeth but said nothing.

Zhang Qiuchi sighed. "The theft of the magical artifact is a serious matter, but so is the war. How can we let Chief Priest Ren put himself in danger? Our best plan now is to quickly send a message to the Treasure Palace and have Ma Da Gaogong go look for it with Zi Ling. This is the safest way."

Ren Pingsheng turned around and sneered, "Send a letter? The church has strictly guarded the exits now, even government officials can't leave. Who has the ability to send a letter?"

Don't tell me, it's true.

(End of this chapter)