Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 43 A Business Relationship
Although it still obscured the view, the fog had indeed thinned a bit.

Yu Duanhun remained alert and quickly observed his surroundings when the fog thinned.

Hollis Wu's voice soon rang out: "The fog lasts forever."

The fog surged more violently, becoming thicker once again.

At this moment, Yu Duanhun vaguely caught a glimpse of a figure approaching in the fog.

He reacted extremely quickly, tiptoeing to dodge to the side.

when!
With a loud bang, the iron sword hit the ground.

Yu Duanhun saw clearly that the person coming was none other than the officer of the Semu Guard.

Furious, Yu Duanhun couldn't help but curse, "Holis Wu! Are you serious?!"

Hollis Wu's voice came: "If possible, I don't want to fight you. How about we both take a step back? You put away your magical powers first, and I will let you go."

The Seim guard stood with his sword in hand and stopped attacking, as if to show Hollis Wu's attitude.

But before Duan Hun could speak, Feng Xiuhu's voice rang out from a distance: "You can't retreat even a little! This old fellow even said that he was the one who killed Luo Mengzhang. He can easily deal with you, Hollis Wu."

Yu Duanhun was furious: "What nonsense!"

Hollis fell silent again, and the Sejm officer raised his sword.

The water is completely muddied.

Feng Xiuhu himself didn't expect it to be so smooth.

Before coming, in order to prevent the news from leaking out, he only brought Shunzi, Damazi and Ermazi. The two crossbows were Boss Yuan's hidden treasures. Damazi and Ermazi each guarded one on each side, while Shunzi hid in the dark as a surprise force.

But Yu Duanhun didn't come back alone, Hollis Wu also came with him.

This actually made things convenient for Feng Xiuhu.

If Duan Hun could be killed with the help of Hollis Wu, everyone would be happy.

But Feng Xiuhu also knew in his heart that Hollis Wu was a clear-headed man. If he killed Duan Hun, he would completely break up with the temple. He didn't dare to take the blame for this.

But it doesn’t matter, Feng Xiuhu dares.

Following the sound, Feng Xiuhu had unknowingly touched Yu Duan's entire body.

While Old Yu's attention was all on Officer Semu, Feng Xiuhu suddenly rushed over, pulled out a small knife from his sleeve, and chopped off the back of Yu Duanhun's neck.

He saw the Semu guard staring intently, thrusting forward with his sword in both hands. Yu Duan Hun's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the Semu guard had attacked first. He subconsciously turned his head to avoid it while pinching out the magic formula -

Ping!
The pleasant sound of metal clashing rang in his ears. Yu Duanhun tilted his head and saw that the iron sword was just blocking the knife.

He redirected the spell that was supposed to hit Officer Semu and landed a palm strike on Feng Xiuhu's chest: "The wind is coming, surge!"

A violent airflow exploded in front of Feng Xiuhu, tearing his clothes and chest into pieces, leaving scratches on his flesh. He spat out a mouthful of blood mist and was blown away directly, his figure disappearing in the thick fog.

Yu Duanhun looked at Officer Semu with lingering fear and clasped his fists silently.

Hollis Wu's figure appeared from behind Officer Semu. He glanced at Yu Duanhun, then turned his gaze to where Feng Xiuhu disappeared. "It seems I shouldn't be traveling with you today, but this farce should also stop."

"Let the wind and rain stop, and Semu and I will leave immediately - I will pretend that nothing happened here."

Yu Duanhun thought for a moment, then waved his hand to dispel the spell.

They reached a consensus.

The wind has stopped and the rain has stopped, but the fog remains.

Hollis Wu was about to dispel the fog when Feng Xiuhu's voice suddenly rang out again from the mist: "Excuse me, wait a moment, I have another question."

The three of them looked at the same time, and saw the outline of a figure appear in the fog. Feng Xiuhu staggered out slowly.

He held his right wrist, his eyes full of confusion: "Can someone explain to me what's going on?"

His palms were shining, and the reddish-brown light made his face red.

Hollis Wu subconsciously looked at Yu Duanhun - Yu Duanhun was the only one who had come into contact with Feng Xiuhu just now.

Coincidentally, Yu Duanhun was also looking at Hollis Wu.

The two looked at each other, both stunned.

Feng Xiuhu slapped his head and said, "I remember now. He wrote to me."

As soon as the words fell, a red light suddenly shone brightly, illuminating the fog around Feng Xiuhu with the same color.

wrong.

Hollis Wu felt something and his face changed suddenly.

That color is not reflected by light.

The color of the fog really changed!
The originally gray mist seemed to be infected by an invisible force, turning into red mist and eroding the surroundings at an extremely fast speed.

"Stop!" Hollis Wu shouted, gripping the pendant tightly and quickly reciting a prayer.

It was as if a bucket of boiling oil was poured down, and the thick fog from all directions transformed into various ferocious beasts in the surging and rolling shapes and pounced towards Feng Xiuhu.

But this is completely useless. All the fog that enters the red range is frozen, and there is no way to stop the speed of the red fog's spread.

The red fog was getting closer and closer to them. Officer Semu looked serious and took two steps back with his sword in hand.

Yu Duanhun also realized something was wrong at this time and started to practice the spell again: "Wind is coming."

A violent wind suddenly arose from the ground, surrounding Yu Duan Hun.

He shouted, "Pull the fog away!"

Hollis Wu also thought of it. He loosened the pendant and tried to lift the spell.

But when he opened his eyes, Hollis Wu was horrified to find that his connection with the fog had been severed.

This fog does not belong to him now.

"Ho..."

From the depths of the thick fog, the low roars of wild beasts echoed.

The red fog seemed to have its own consciousness, and the speed of erosion suddenly increased, but it deliberately left space for the three people standing over there and slowly surrounded them.

Like a wild beast prowling and teasing its prey.

The three of them looked around, and as far as they could see, except for the space beneath their feet, the world was filled with nothing but red fog.

"Ho..."

The low roar of the beast turned into human speech.

"Mist, mist again."

“…and the smell of wind and rain.”

Feng Xiuhu sniffed: "Why don't I smell it?"

Hollis Wu winked at Thurm.

Officer Semu raised his sword and locked his gaze on Feng Xiuhu, his eyelids twitching. "Playing tricks."

He gritted his teeth, jumped out of the area under his feet first, and chopped down at Feng Xiuhu's head.

Everyone looked up at him.

The agile and heroic figure of the Sejm guard is like a hero who saves the world.

But the moment he touched the red mist, mottled reddish-brown rust marks spread all over his body in an instant, starting from the tip of the sword.

Bang.

Like a statue falling to the ground, Officer Semu fell into a pile of rust.

Yu Duanhun swallowed his saliva.

Hollis Wu tried hard to suppress the fear in his eyes and stared into the depths of the thick fog: "Who is there?"

He clenched the pendant with almost all his strength, as if grasping at the last straw.

However, the God of Mist failed to respond to his prayers, as if this place was completely isolated from the outside world.

Hollis Wu couldn't believe that all this was caused by Feng Xiuhu, but Yu Duanhun believed that Feng Xiuhu was the cause of everything.

He licked his lips and quickly said to Feng Xiuhu, "Feng Xiuhu, think about it carefully. It was the church that wanted to kill you. I never said I wanted to touch you, right? I made it very clear that I wanted you alive, so there must be a misunderstanding here..."

"No misunderstanding."

Feng Xiuhu shook his head: "I am a reasonable person. You have touched someone who is friendly with me, so you must give an explanation."

Yu Duan's mind raced for several seconds but he couldn't remember who he had touched: "I didn't!"

"He said he hadn't moved."

Said to Feng Xiuhu in the thick fog.

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "He did it. The people who had their hands chopped off at the ferry were all ordered to do it by him."

Yu Duanhun finally remembered this. He was anxious, yet he couldn't understand. "Are those people yours? What kind of relationship do they have with you?"

"Who said no?"

Feng Xiuhu said firmly, "A business relationship is also called a friendship."

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