Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 51 051 Cultivation and Trouble

This is not absolutely necessary. If someone is really determined to get down, they can climb down along the village building.

But it can always help to stop some of the thoughts.

Feng Xiuhu's original idea was to set fire to the village building and put an end to it all, but fortunately he was stopped by Shunzi.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, only Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi were left in the room - Miao Gensheng did not sleep at night and stayed in the elevator corridor.

Feng Xiuhu got up from the bed. He still had one most important thing to do.

He walked over gently and woke Shunzi up.

Shunzi was sleepy - he didn't sleep last night and didn't sleep well during the day, but he woke up immediately.

"Brother, what happened?"

Feng Xiuhu lowered his voice and said, "Brother, I'm as good as my word. I said I wanted to learn some magical skills, and now I've got them in no time."

Shunzi perked up and quickly sat up: "Given by the church?"

Feng Xiuhu shook his head and denied it: "No."

Shunzi looked suspicious: "Where did you get that? Don't be fooled."

Feng Xiuhu felt that Shunzi didn't believe him, and he was dissatisfied: "Don't worry about it. You will know whether it is true or not after practicing. You protect me, and when I become a big brother, I will teach you the basics."

Shunzi still felt that it was not very reliable - all the magical methods were in the hands of the church and the temple. If they were so easy to obtain, wouldn't there be gods everywhere?
But since Feng Xiuhu had said so, he didn't want to argue any further, so he went to the door and stood guard.

But how do you practice this magical skill?
Shunzi didn't know, but Feng Xiuhu remembered it in his mind.

E had demonstrated it to him in his dream, and Feng Xiuhu learned it very attentively.

E told him that the essence of gaining power through practice is actually to understand the rules, recognize the rules, assimilate the rules, and use the rules.

To practice a spell, one must first have one's own understanding of the rules behind the spell, and then operate the spell through the method to resonate with the rules. If this is successful, even if it is recognized by the rules, one can continue to practice in depth.

Feng Xiuhu’s understanding of this is that he should first submit his resume to the company. If the organization thinks that this young man has a promising future and fits the company’s philosophy, they will issue him an employee card.

In contrast, churches and temples are much simpler. You can get the job directly by simply writing "I love the God of so-and-so" or "I am a fan of the Goddess of so-and-so" on your resume.

Then Feng Xiuhu asked again, what if the resonance fails and the rules are not recognized?
Shi patted his chest and assured him, saying, "We are now fighting together. There is no distinction between you and me. I am the embodiment of rules. How can I not give my brothers a chance? You just focus on your cultivation, and leave the rest to me."

This back door is quite powerful, it was personally approved by the chairman.

So Feng Xiuhu started working with full confidence, planning to get the employee ID first.

Under Shunzi's gaze, Feng Xiuhu picked up a knife and cut a gash on his fingertip. Before the blood dripped, he quickly drew a magic circle on the floor.

The array base, runes, and various line patterns quickly appeared, and finally Feng Xiuhu sat down in the blank space in the middle where the totem should have been drawn.

He healed his wound, closed his eyes, and began to make hand gestures according to the gestures of the Eclipse Sect that he remembered.

The spell "Eclipse" is a self-made spell, and the plagiarism style is too obvious - it has both the church's magic circle and the temple's spells.

Feng Xiuhu gradually calmed down and silently comprehended the rules of "eclipse".

What you think in your heart is the path to enlightenment.

His brain gradually calmed down and he began to feel drowsy.

There was a faint rumbling buzzing sound in my ears.

Suddenly, Feng Xiuhu seemed to sense something.

It feels like a slight coolness and a gentle breeze.

But why the wind?
Feng Xiuhu suddenly opened his eyes and saw Shunzi standing beside him blowing into his ear.

Feng Xiuhu was furious: "What are you doing?!"

Shunzi nodded timidly and whispered, "Brother, I think you seem to be asleep."

Feng Xiuhu glared, "I didn't! I'm at a critical moment!"

Shunzi's voice became even quieter: "But I heard you snoring..."

Feng Xiuhu's expression changed drastically. "What do you know? That's a necessary procedure."

Shunzi's lips moved, his voice as thin as a mosquito's hum: "Brother, you are so stubborn."

……

Feng Xiuhu raised his eyes, which were bloodshot.

"Shunzi."

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.

Shunzi, who had already fallen asleep by the door, suddenly woke up and subconsciously shouted, "I'm not asleep!"

Feng Xiuhu didn't blame him and said, "Give me a hand."

His feet were numb.

Shunzi quickly stood up and walked over to help Feng Xiuhu up.

His legs were so weak that he lost all feeling. Feng Xiuhu's face was gloomy and he cursed Shi in his heart for being untrustworthy.

He meditated all night long and didn't feel a single hair.

"Brother, be careful."

Shunzi reminded him that he was holding Feng Xiuhu's arm, and half of Feng Xiuhu's body weight was on Shunzi.

Feng Xiuhu tried to lift his foot and was about to step out of the magic circle.

Boom——

The floor suddenly collapsed and the two people fell to the next level.

The two brothers who were sleeping soundly in the room were so frightened that they jumped out of bed instantly. When they saw that it was Feng Xiuhu, they looked up in a daze.

In order to protect Feng Xiuhu, Shunzi cushioned himself underneath and was rubbing his butt and baring his teeth.

Feng Xiuhu ignored him. He picked up the half piece of wood beside him and stared at the broken end.

The entire wooden board was cracked and brittle, with dense honeycomb-like holes all over the inside. It was severely rotten and turned into powdery sawdust with a little force.

Although Feng Xiuhu always felt that the village building was a substandard and dilapidated building, the Owl people would never use rotten wood to build a house.

"Done?"

A smile gradually appeared on Feng Xiuhu's face.

"I'm done!"

But before he could be happy for too long, Damazi suddenly popped his head out from the hole above him: "Squad Leader!"

"The owls are causing trouble!"

The owl people surrounded the area below the village building, making it impossible to get in or out.

After Damazi explained, Feng Xiuhu finally understood what was going on.

It turned out that he had stopped the elevator, so the owls couldn't go to the factory area to work at night.

Although the salary of an owl worker is less than one-third of that of a normal factory worker, this salary level is already very high in the base city.

Shunzi once said that the Owl People were the wealthiest group in the city, and this was the reason.

Feng Xiuhu was very angry. What did it have to do with him if the owl man couldn't get up?

The Owl Man lost at most his job, but he lost his life.

Just as Feng Xiuhu doesn't care whether the owl people have jobs or not, the owl people actually don't care whether Feng Xiuhu is alive or not.

They surrounded the village building tightly and forced Feng Xiuhu to come out and give an explanation.

Feng Xiuhu was so angry that he led his brothers to the ground and saw the owl man who was leading the trouble at a glance.

The owl man was wearing a worker's uniform and was directing the other owl men to shout slogans and hold up banners.

"We have to work!"

“We want to go into the factory!”

"Whoever doesn't let us work is the enemy!"

"The factory is my home! We all need to protect it!"

　A good story needs to be laid out slowly.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)