Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 198 Chapter 197 Beneath the Cliff
"Mr. Gray?"

Obviously, Lady Fengyu had never heard of this name.

Seeing her frown, Feng Xiuhu smiled confidently, "It's a mouse."

"Just like the people of Upper City call the people of Lower City gutter rats, the people of Lower City also have their own nickname for rats: Mr. Gray."

"pet name?"

Lady Fengyu looked over and expressed her confusion.

Feng Xiuhu calmly explained, "If there were no rats, more people would starve to death in Dicheng every year. That's why the people of Dicheng respect rats and are grateful to them. That's how we got the nickname 'Mr. Gray,' and it's been passed down for many generations."

Lady Fengyu nodded thoughtfully, "So this is a belief that has accumulated over many years. No wonder the population of just one city district can give rise to new authority."

She suddenly realized something was wrong and looked at Feng Xiuhu: "No, how old are you? These beliefs are not directed at you at all."

Feng Xiuhu remained calm and replied, "Indeed, it's not. However, I am the choirmaster and regularly collect offerings from the Undercity. I suspect that during this process, for some unknown reason, the ownerless faith originally directed towards Mr. Gray was transferred to me."

Lady Fengyu frowned and asked, "Is there any connection here?"

Feng Xiuhu touched his nose, looking a little embarrassed. "Dicheng is so poor. Every month, many people can't pay their monthly tribute. I always tell them, 'Instead of asking Mr. Gray for help, why not ask me for help? I might relent and give you a few days.'"

Lady Fengyu still didn't understand: "What's the logic behind this?"

The more you talk, the more mistakes you make. Feng Xiuhu threw the question back: "If you, a genuine true god, don't understand, how can I know? Like I said just now, this whole thing is a coincidence - if this was truly premeditated by me, how could I not know the answers to all those questions just now?"

Lady Fengyu nodded slightly. Indeed, Feng Xiuhu's confusion just now did not seem fake. He did not behave like a god, but more like a lucky man who accidentally picked up a wallet.

She was thinking about another more critical issue.

What is the difference between the faith provided by the people of Dicheng and the faith seized by the Great President and the Great Duke?
They were both born out of suffering, but if we have to say the difference, one may be a sincere and voluntary offering, while the other is forced out.

Seeing that Lady Fengyu didn't say anything, Feng Xiuhu knew that he had passed this hurdle for the time being.

At this time, he had to try his best to reduce his presence and let Lady Fengyu think on her own.

So Feng Xiuhu stood up quietly and walked around the area by himself.

……

Before, due to the dim environment, I couldn’t see very far.

As they got closer, Feng Xiuhu noticed that there were more than just the pool of water at the foot of the cliff. There were also many strange sculptures scattered around, some lying on the ground, and some half buried in the ground.

Continuing to walk deeper into the canyon, not too far away, Feng Xiuhu saw a rectangular "stone table" carved out of bluestone.

The "stone table" was of simple shape and covered with moss. When Feng Xiuhu got closer, he found that this "stone table" was taller than ordinary tables, almost level with his chest.

This doesn't look like a table.

He picked up a branch from the ground and scraped the moss off the table.

As the stone surface below was exposed, Feng Xiuhu finally realized what it was.

The stone surface was covered with dense, tiny cracks, and the bloodstains that had seeped into the cracks were so deep that they appeared ink-colored.

This is an altar. Countless people died on it thousands of years ago.

Feng Xiuhu murmured softly: "...Sacrificial offering?"

"The last person lying on it should have been me."

At some point, Lady Fengyu came behind Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu turned around and looked at her: "The story you told in the courtyard that day was true?"

Lady Fengyu lowered her eyes. "Do I need to lie to you? For me, that wasn't an embarrassing past, but the starting point of my new life."

Feng Xiuhu pursed his lips and said, "So this is the place of worship."

Lady Fengyu shook her head: "No, this is just their sacrificial site."

She raised an arm and pointed upward. "Whenever a sacrifice was to be made to the gods, the priest would first push the human sacrifice off the cliff. Then, the priest elder would lead the servants, performing a sacrificial dance, as they walked down the plank road."

"They found the mangled human victim, placed the body on a sedan chair, and carried it to the altar."

"They dissect the five internal organs, gouge out the eyes and tongue; they open the skull and extract the brain." "After the sacrifice is over, the fragmented bodies are thrown into the pond."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly raised her head: "In the pond?"

Lady Fengyu smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's in that pond."

Feng Xiuhu said seriously, "This is too polluting for the environment."

The Lady of Wind and Rain smiled and said, "If you had looked more carefully just now, you would have seen that the bottom of the pool was covered with piles of bones."

The deity no longer existed, and even if Feng Xiuhu wanted to severely condemn it, he couldn't find anyone to blame, so he didn't delve into the issue any further.

Lady Fengyu led Feng Xiuhu and continued to move forward.

"Why did the gods choose to offer sacrifices at the foot of the cliff?"

Feng Xiuhu asked as they walked.

"Why else?"

Lady Fengyu chuckled softly, "Because the Five-Colored Feather is right here."

She stopped and pointed forward.

Feng Xiuhu looked in the direction he was looking, and his pupils gradually dilated.

It was a dead tree that was over a hundred meters tall. The reason why Feng Xiuhu hadn't noticed it before was because the tree was too huge and pitch black, almost blending in with the dim environment.

"The habitat of the five-colored feathers."

Lady Fengyu continued to move forward, and Feng Xiuhu quickly followed.

When he got closer, Feng Xiuhu noticed that there was a building under the tree.

It was a small courtyard with a small house in it.

It was rare enough to find an intact house in this place, but what was even stranger was that Feng Xiuhu actually looked familiar.

Suddenly, he exclaimed in surprise: "Hey, this is not your..."

"Yes."

Lady Fengyu seemed to know what he wanted to say and nodded directly: "It's the house on Fengyu Street."

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but laugh: "You are quite an interesting person. You built a house exactly like the one you built before."

Lady Fengyu said, "Who said they were two houses? They are one and the same."

Feng Xiuhu stood there in a daze.

Projection of the Kingdom of God, Eclipse said.

Lady Fengyu walked to the tree and gently stroked the trunk with her fingertips. “To the gods, the divine sacrifice is like a farce.”

"If you don't have time, just ignore it."

"Occasionally, a leisurely glance would make the deity ecstatic, believing that their sacrifice had received a response from the gods, and so they would intensify their efforts."

She turned back to look at Feng Xiuhu: "Whose fault do you think this is?"

Feng Xiuhu thought for a moment and said, "What's wrong is stupidity and ignorance."

Lady Fengyu smiled faintly: "The answer is acceptable, but Xijun sees it more clearly than you."

"What she said at the time was..."

"As long as the gods are not eliminated, the worship of gods will not be extinguished."

“As long as human sacrifices continue, the human heart will never die.”

PS: It seems Feng Xiuhu doesn’t need to rock climb anymore.

　Asking for a monthly ticket~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)