Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 267 266 The Realm of Women

Feng Xiuhu only partially understood what he was hearing, but he grasped one thing.

"You're not a local?"

Feng Xiuhu asked.

The locals should know Liu Ying'er—even someone as detached and ascetic as Feng Xiuhu has heard of her.

Feng Xiuhu said with displeasure, "If you're not a local, what are you trying to curry favor with? Go outside and get another number."

He tilted his head and shouted towards the door, "Next!"

The woman's temples throbbed with veins as she gritted her teeth and said, "Is that the point? I'm asking you where the thing is!"

The red rope around his body suddenly tightened.

"belch!"

The air in his chest cavity was squeezed out, and Feng Xiuhu let out a loud burp.

His face turned red, and he opened his mouth wide but couldn't utter a word.

After a long while, until Feng Xiuhu's face turned a deep purplish-red, the woman finally released the incantation, and the red rope suddenly loosened.

Feng Xiuhu slumped on the toilet, panting heavily with his head tilted back.

The woman's tone was chilling: "If you dare to be stubborn again, I have plenty of ways to make you wish you were dead."

Feng Xiuhu caught his breath: "Please send another batch. I prefer gentle ones."

The woman laughed in exasperation: "What a tough nut to crack!"

After saying that, she lifted her long skirt, revealing her fair and firm long legs.

A delicate white toe pressed against Feng Xiuhu's chest, pinning him against the toilet tank.

Feng Xiuhu was shocked: "Is this something I can watch without paying?"

The woman's eyes sparkled with allure as she opened her palm, pursed her lips, and gently blew a breath toward Feng Xiuhu.

A fragrant breeze wafts over you—

"Ah!"

Feng Xiuhu sneezed, spitting saliva all over the woman's face.

The woman angrily wiped her face with her sleeve, suppressing her anger as she asked again, "Now tell me, where is it?"

Feng Xiuhu stared at her in disbelief: "You think you can get information out of me just by looking at my legs? I've never seen business done this way—take off your skirt and let me see your sincerity first."

This is not a business matter.

The woman's gaze turned serious.

She grabbed Feng Xiuhu's chin and stared into his eyes: "Am I pretty?"

Feng Xiuhu said sincerely, "I have repeatedly emphasized that I have long since stopped accepting clients who offer large sums of money for children."

The woman was horrified and let go, her expression becoming increasingly wary: "You're not under a spell?"

Feng Xiuhu exclaimed in surprise, "You've cast a curse on me?"

After spending some time together, the two, who were completely at odds, finally found a tacit understanding.

The two asked in unison, "Just who are you?"

Feng Xiuhu finally sensed something was wrong—the crowd outside the cubicle had been so frenzied just moments before, but now not a single person had rushed in.

It's most likely this woman in front of me who's behind it all.

He felt anxious—if he didn't get rid of her soon, his bladder was going to burst.

So Feng Xiuhu struggled and tried to break free of the red rope.

Things have become serious.

Feng Xiuhu discovered in despair that even with all his strength, he still couldn't break free from the seemingly delicate red rope binding him.

He was so anxious that he cursed, "Big Bug! Are you fucking asleep?"

no respond.

Feng Xiuhu was suddenly startled—it really wasn't Shi's fault; the Wind and Rain Goddess was right outside, it would be a miracle if he dared to make a sound.

This is a big problem. Not only does Shi dare not make a move, but Feng Xiuhu also dares not use his spells casually—the characteristics of the Rotten Flesh Technique are obvious, and the Wind and Rain Goddess might notice something amiss.

After racking his brains without success, Feng Xiuhu forced a smile at the woman: "How about we make a deal? Let me take care of my physical needs first, and then we can continue our conversation?"

The woman was taken aback by his words and subconsciously glanced at Feng Xiuhu's crotch: "Weren't you not under the spell?"

Feng Xiuhu was also taken aback: "Are we talking about the same thing?"

The woman's face darkened: "You won't shed tears until you see the coffin. Since you won't listen to sweet words, then taste the bitterness of unrequited love."

Sensing something was wrong, Feng Xiuhu quickly said, "I'm not that kind of person."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman changed her hand seals.

The countless red threads came to life, like countless tiny insects wriggling along Feng Xiuhu's skin.

Feng Xiuhu sensed something was wrong, and his expression changed immediately—those "insects" were burrowing into his body!
"and many more……"

Feng Xiuhu panicked. Just as he opened his mouth, an excruciating pain suddenly spread throughout his body, and he couldn't help but let out a painful scream.

Countless red threads burrowed into his body and emerged from his skin, twisting and swaying amidst Feng Xiuhu's screams, like a joyful accompaniment to a dance.

After finishing his task, Feng Xiuhu lowered his head weakly and gasped for breath.

He was covered in sweat, and the red threads binding his body were covered with a layer of slippery blood.

The woman scraped a little off with her fingertip and carefully spread it evenly on her lips, like applying rouge.

She gave Feng Xiuhu a charming smile: "Can't take it already? If I wasn't afraid you couldn't handle it, I would have drilled your internal organs clean—this trick is called 'heart-wrenching worry'."

Feng Xiuhu stretched out his hand and gave her a thumbs up: "As expected of you... Ugh!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Xiuhu vomited a mouthful of blood.

He wiped his face haphazardly and finished what he hadn't said: "Your practices at the matchmaking temple are pretty perverted."

The woman suddenly realized something was wrong—Feng Xiuhu was tied up properly, so where did this hand come from?

Upon closer inspection, the red threads dancing on Feng Xiuhu's body slowly changed direction, the ends of the threads resembling small, spitting snakes, maliciously aimed at the woman.

When the woman activated her magic, she was surprised to find that the red thread had slipped out of her control.

If Hollis-Wu were to witness this scene, he would be so excited that he would be speechless—that's how the mist he summoned changed hands.

"If you drink my blood, you have to do my bidding."

Feng Xiuhu spread his arms wide and laughed wildly: "This move—I call it 'Turning the Tables'!"

With a thought, countless red threads shot out, rushing towards the woman.

The woman was clearly someone who had weathered many storms; after a moment of panic, she quickly regained her composure.

Faced with attacks that came from almost every angle, the woman did not dodge or evade. Instead, she hunched her shoulders, covered her chest with her hands, and made a pitiful appearance.

Just as the red thread was about to pin her to the cubicle door, it suddenly hesitated, hanging in mid-air, unable to move forward an inch.

Feng Xiuhu found it strange and immediately tried to move the red thread again. The thread went limp and floated down to the ground.

The red threads fell like raindrops, quickly covering the floor tiles with a layer of red.

In the midst of the "red rain," a hand suddenly darted in and grabbed Feng Xiuhu by the neck.

Upon seeing the woman's face clearly, Feng Xiuhu asked curiously, "What was that move called?"

The woman replied with a smile, "I cherish beauty and tenderness."

"I don't have that habit."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly sprang up, kicked backward against the wall, leaned forward, and slammed his raised fist straight at the woman.

boom! !

The two exchanged a punch.

Looking at his arm hanging limply at his side, Feng Xiuhu earnestly asked the woman, "What level are you at?"

The woman asked, "What about the Great Perfection of the Barrier-Breaking Realm?"

Feng Xiuhu shook his head: "It's alright, why don't you just tie me up?"

(End of this chapter)