Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 268 267 The Woman's Purpose

The woman laughed when she heard this: "Feng Xiuhu, you are a wonderful person. No wonder you made Wei Su'e fall into your hands."

Feng Xiuhu didn't respond. The woman saw him tilting his head and moving his lips, as if he were talking to himself.

So he leaned closer to listen.

Feng Xiuhu said, "I'm out of ideas. Why don't you lend a hand?"

"This woman is too ruthless, I really can't handle her."

“If you keep hiding, she will really kill me, and if I die, you won’t survive either.”

Shi finally couldn't help but speak, but kept his voice very low: "You won't die. She has something in mind. She won't kill you until she gets what she wants. At most, you'll suffer some physical pain—just grit your teeth and bear it."

Feng Xiuhu was so angry that he cursed, "Why should I have to bear it!"

The woman looked at him incredulously: "Who are you talking to?"

Feng Xiuhu's eyes lit up—it didn't seem like he had to carry it.

He quickly asked, "What did you want from me?"

So Feng Xiuhu still doesn't know.

The woman was furious with this madman. She punched him in the stomach and, taking advantage of Feng Xiuhu's uncontrolled bent-over posture, slammed her knee into his face.

Bang!
Feng Xiuhu fell backward, hit the toilet, slid to the ground, and curled up.

The woman squatted down, grabbed his hair, and forced Feng Xiuhu to look up: "How long are you going to pretend to be stupid? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

Feng Xiuhu's nose was bleeding profusely: "Madam, you're really energetic—but how am I supposed to give it to you if you don't tell me what you want?"

The woman, exasperated, gritted her teeth and uttered, "The Double Happiness Cup! Give it to me again!"

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized: "You should have said so earlier!"

He shook his head: "I won't pay it back."

The woman almost thought she had misheard: "What?"

The next second he erupted in fury: "You're asking for it!"

She raised her hand as if making a claw, and sneered, "Fine, if you won't tell me, I'll go find it myself. Let me see what kind of heart this madman has."

He made a gesture as if to clench his five fingers into Feng Xiuhu's chest.

Just then, the door to the cubicle behind me suddenly opened.

The woman turned her head to look, and Feng Xiuhu also turned his gaze to her.

Liu Ying'er gripped the doorknob and looked over expressionlessly—a woman was straddling Feng Xiuhu, one hand gripping his collar and the other pressing against his chest.

If it weren't for the bloodstains on Feng Xiuhu's body diluting the ambiguous atmosphere, their posture would inevitably have led to misunderstandings.

Liu Ying'er asked with a hint of dissatisfaction, "Why does it take so long to go to the toilet?"

Feng Xiuhu pointed to the woman on his body and said with a wry smile, "Hasn't this caused a delay?"

Before she finished speaking, the woman suddenly turned around and pounced on Liu Ying'er—the fact that she was unaffected by the "Love Infatuation Talisman" was enough to show that this singer was no ordinary person.

Liu Ying'er didn't even lift her eyelids, she just waved her hand casually.

A gentle breeze brushed her face, and the moment it touched her, the woman exploded into a shower of blood.

The walls of the cubicle were covered in a layer of blood plasma, and Feng Xiuhu was not spared either, his head and face were soaked, but Liu Ying'er was not stained with a single drop of blood.

She said to Feng Xiuhu, "Hurry up."

Feng Xiuhu nodded obediently in agreement.

Having relieved himself, Feng Xiuhu opened the stall door and came out.

Only then did they realize that the toilet was still crowded with people, but for some reason, all of them, regardless of gender, had a dazed, silly smile on their faces, and then slowly strolled around in circles in the toilet.

Liu Ying'er stood by the door frame in the doorway. Feng Xiuhu squeezed out from the crowd and asked, "What's wrong with them?"

Liu Ying'er said, "The talismans at the Marriage Temple have bewitched them. We don't need to worry about them. They'll be fine once the talismans wear off."

Since the hostess had said so, Feng Xiuhu decided not to meddle any further. After tidying up at the sink, Feng Xiuhu followed Liu Ying'er out. When they returned to the hall, they found that it was no longer as lively as before—many people were gone.

Feng Xiuhu was somewhat surprised: "Is everyone's schedule this regular? You all come to the nightclub, and you're all going home so early?"

Liu Ying'er rolled her eyes at him: "You don't actually think that no one in such a big place would recognize you, do you?"

Feng Xiuhu was taken aback, but immediately realized what was happening.

When he waved and became the center of attention, it was clear that someone had recognized him.

Putting everything else aside, quite a few officials in the government office had seen him before—no wonder the people who rushed to curry favor were all merchants; it turns out the officials were already planning to flee.

Realizing this, Feng Xiuhu felt embarrassed: "This is my fault, I ruined your business."

Liu Ying'er didn't care about this at all, and even found it amusing: "Those people were in a panic. First, someone said that you came to the nightclub to cause trouble. Then, the rumor spread like wildfire, and it became that you planned to set the nightclub on fire. The last version was that you had arranged for axemen in the nightclub, and that you would smash a glass as a signal to kill everyone here."

Feng Xiuhu said sullenly, "I was almost killed by the executioners arranged by others."

Liu Ying'er picked up the mink vest from the sofa, then stepped over and took Feng Xiuhu's arm as they walked out.

"How did you offend the marriage temple again?"

she asked casually.

Feng Xiuhu asked in surprise, "You don't know?"

Liu Ying'er said, "I'm not in Fancheng recently."

She paused for a moment, then added, "I was on tour in various places and just got back today."

"Oh……"

Feng Xiuhu was at a loss for words—he would have been more accepting if she had said she was busy looking for Xijun.

“I kept the double happiness cup for myself.”

Liu Ying'er nodded in sudden realization: "No wonder."

She gave Feng Xiuhu a disdainful look: "You're supposed to be a true god, how come you've been tormented like this?"

Feng Xiuhu replied without changing his expression, "Because I'm too afraid of pain, I maxed out my magic resistance."

"what?"

Liu Ying'er didn't understand.

Feng Xiuhu chuckled and said, "That woman is a master, at the Great Perfection of the Breakthrough Realm."

Liu Ying'er remained noncommittal: "She should be a True Person from the Temple of Marriage. If nothing unexpected happens, she has a chance to compete for the position of Protector Elder."

"Real person?"

Feng Xiuhu turned his head and cast a questioning glance; this was a new term.

Liu Ying'er was too lazy to explain—it didn't matter to her at all.

Before I knew it, a damp evening breeze was blowing in my face.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and realized that they had already come out of the alley.

It was raining heavily.

The neon lights reflected off the rain and scattered into a dazzling display of light.

A horse-drawn carriage drove by on the street, splashing water; someone put their suit jacket on their head and hurried across the street; a homeless man on the street corner pulled his feet into the shadows and wrapped his thin clothes tighter; ladies with umbrellas stood calmly and elegantly under the eaves, waiting for the carriage to come.

In this small space, some people spend a fortune just to buy a smile from a singing girl, while others secretly count the last copper beads in their pockets.

The crystal chandelier will not remember who cried here last night, and the velvet chairs will soon forget the warmth of those intimate moments.

Until a new round of hedonistic living begins.

P.S.: With the Empress present, there will be no surprises.

(End of this chapter)