Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 38 The God in Charge of Imprisonment and Punishment?
Feng Xiuhu pointed at Yu Duanhun's back as he walked down the stairs: "Look, he's feeling guilty."

As soon as he finished speaking, the silent Serm guard suddenly came over from behind and pressed Feng Xiuhu's face on the table: "Enough, shut up!"

Hollis Wu didn't stop him. He gently pressed his temple and said, "You're in trouble, squad leader."

Feng Xiuhu couldn't raise his head, so he could only look at him sideways: "I killed both tax collectors at the temple, how can I be in trouble?"

Hollis Wu sighed: "You can kill Diao Haisheng if you want, he deserves to die, but you shouldn't kill all the members of the Fish Market Gang."

Feng Xiuhu asked in return, "Wouldn't the temple be able to continue collecting taxes in the port area? Then what's the point of Diao Haisheng's death?"

Hollis Wu was stunned by the question: "So you know it very well."

Feng Xiuhu continued, "We can't collect offerings in the port area anyway, so let's not collect them."

Officer Semu slapped Feng Xiuhu on the back of the head. "What you're doing will only put the Church at a disadvantage in the negotiations. The Church clearly has the opportunity to obtain missionary rights in the port area through more reasonable means."

"Does this reasonable measure mean using my life as bait?"

Feng Xiuhu glanced at him and asked, "Would you like to try again?"

Officer Semu's cheek twitched: "Are you threatening me?"

Feng Xiuhu reached into his sleeve.

Swah——

The Seim officer immediately let go and jumped away, the blade glancing off his breastplate.

Clang!
Officer Semu drew his sword and said, "You've gone too far, you idiot."

The knife twirled between his fingers, and Feng Xiuhu's face fell. "Then you may not have been bitten by a rat."

Hollis Wu finally stepped forward to smooth things over: "Stop it, everyone. The Archbishop should talk to the Temple about how to make a specific decision on this matter. We have more important things to do."

Officer Semu stared at Feng Xiuhu and sheathed his sword. "What's the matter?"

Feng Xiuhu curled his lips and put the knife back into his sleeve.

Hollis Wu looked out the window. The church in the distance stood out among the houses and looked particularly solemn in the sunlight.

"Find out the person who leaked the information."

……

It's not Feng Xiuhu's job to worry about catching the traitor.

After returning to the house, he fell asleep and slept until dawn.

When Feng Xiuhu woke up the next day, he had regained his spirits and his mind was working faster.

This is not over yet.

Feng Xiuhu knew.

Judging from Yu Duanhun's attitude, the temple must get back at him.

Although Feng Xiuhu didn't know why the temple had always been tolerant in its attitude towards the church, this incident had obviously exceeded the temple's bottom line. As the center of the incident, he had no means of resistance and could only wait for the arrival of an unknown fate.

Either the church chooses to keep quiet and hand over Feng Xiuhu; or the church chooses to protect him and fight the temple to the end.

The possibility of the second option is actually not very high. After all, the church's original intention was to push Feng Xiuhu out as bait.

But, have you ever risked your life for others in your life?

Feng Xiuhu's thoughts were in a mess as soon as he got up. He slapped his head hard and his thoughts became clearer.

A bait is not worth the church's life.

Feng Xiuhu didn't like the feeling of having no control over his own decisions. He subconsciously looked at the palm of his hand, but the symbols he had written were still nowhere to be seen.

Mike came again at noon.

Just as Feng Xiuhu had said to him that day, asking Mike to come visit more often, Mike had been coming quite frequently in the past two days.

It was Hollis Wu who contacted him. It seemed that the church's top leaders had reached a conclusion after discussion.

On the way, Mike revealed information to Feng Xiuhu again, saying that Hollis Wu not only called him, but also called Mao Walnut.

And last night a deacon was captured by the Divine Guards.

When he arrived at the church, Hollis Wu was not waiting for him in the study as usual.

Mike led Feng Xiuhu into the prayer hall. There were quite a few people sitting there. Judging by their attire, most of them were residents of the factory district, but there were also a few uptown residents dressed in extravagant and luxurious attire.

Some deacons walked through the corridors, distributing hymn booklets and simple food to the believers.

Hollis Wu stood on the pulpit to preach doctrine and lead believers in prayer.

Mike led Feng Xiuhu to the corner, where there was another person standing, Mao Walnut.

In order to prevent his appearance from scaring the believers, Mao Hetao deliberately wore a veil and a hat, which made him look even more conspicuous. Those who didn't know him might have thought he was here to rob the church.

Mao Hetao didn't know what he was called here for today, but he had heard about Feng Xiuhu's deeds, so he greeted him in a friendly manner: "Are you here?"

Feng Xiuhu stared at him and asked, "Who are you?"

Mao Hetao was at a loss for words and could only pull down the face towel a little: "I am Mao Dali."

Feng Xiuhu finally recognized him: "It's you."

Mike whispered, "Begin the prayer, don't talk."

Mao Walnut quickly shut up and followed Mike in crossing his arms over his chest and bowing his head to pray.

Feng Xiuhu looked left and right, then took a piece of bread from the arms of a passing deacon and started to eat it.

Hollis Wu opened his eyes on the podium and saw Feng Xiuhu banging his chest, and his eyes twitched.

He choked.

When the prayer ended, the whole session ended and the crowd slowly dispersed.

By the time Feng Xiuhu finally swallowed the dry bread, Hollis Wu had already walked up to him.

"follow me."

Hollis Wu said this indifferently, then turned and walked away.

Mike bowed his head and took his leave. Feng Xiuhu and Mao Walnut followed Hollis Wu.

They walked through the lobby and down several corridors until they arrived at the back hall.

This was the first time Feng Xiuhu had visited the church in such detail, and he had roughly figured out some of the details.

Inside the church, from the stone pillars to the wall patterns, and from the ironwork of doors and windows to the decoration of utensils, corrugated fog symbols can be seen almost everywhere; and in the design of the overall structure, the internal corridors are numerous, intricate and interconnected, which are all unique styles of the Church of the Mist.

Hollis Wu stopped in front of an iron gate.

There were Divine Guards guarding the iron gate. Through the gaps in the fence, Feng Xiuhu saw a downward staircase inside the gate, and the light was dim.

The Divine Guards opened the door and Hollis Wu continued to walk down.

Feng Xiuhu followed and asked: "Where is it next?"

Hollis Wu didn't look back: "Prison."

Hollis Wu's attitude today was particularly cold.

The stairs spiraled down, and when they stepped on solid ground again, a stronger and wider iron door blocked the way for the three of them.

There are more Divine Guards on duty here.

But Feng Xiuhu's attention was attracted by something else.

There is a rune engraved above the iron gate, and the same runes are arranged in rows covering the entire edge of the iron gate.

On each side of the iron gate there is a ferocious beast made of metal, both in the shape of a vicious tiger, one on the left and one on the right, as if guarding the gate.

What attracted Feng Xiuhu was the rune on the iron gate.

He moved closer and examined it carefully in the light of the fire: "What is this?"

Hollis Wu turned around and looked at him: "What's wrong?"

Feng Xiuhu said, "This symbol is on the magic circle that Luo Mengzhang gave me."

Hollis Wu nodded clearly and explained calmly, "This rune represents the Eclipse God."

"The legendary god who controls imprisonment and punishment."

(End of this chapter)