Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 58 Strong wind! Heavy rain! Heavy fog!

Shunzi cast a resentful look at him from behind.

Feng Xiuhu pretended not to notice and shouted at the brothers pouring into the corridor, "No more pushing! Line up!"

There were many brothers, but the capacity of the elevator was limited. It took a lot of time to go back and forth, and the people rowing below were almost making sparks fly from the winch.

But the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the rain had turned into a heavy downpour. The whole village building was like a hollow drum, rumbling in the rain.

Feng Xiuhu could only worry. He knew that he couldn't leave first. If he left, the people who stayed here would definitely be in chaos.

Turning around, Feng Xiuhu saw Cheng Aimei lowering her head and getting into the elevator.

He pulled Cheng Aimei out and said, "Have you bought your ticket? Then take a seat."

Cheng Aimei trembled as she reached into her purse: "How much is it? I'll buy it right away."

Feng Xiuhu pushed him into Shunzi's arms: "It's too late! Go get in line."

Cheng Aimei looked up and saw that the corridor was crowded with people, stretching as far as the eye could see.

He burst into tears: "Aren't you trying to kill me on purpose?"

wow-

There was another gust of strong wind, and several floor boards on the facade were blown away, causing the village building to shake violently.

Feng Xiuhu leaned against the wall, his eyes filled with anxiety, fear, anger, and other mixed expressions, which then turned into a hint of madness. He grinned and said, "I'm still like this. If you want to die, I'll accompany you!"

"But I don't want to die!"

Amid the howling wind, Cheng Aimei shouted loudly.

Feng Xiuhu ignored him and shouted towards the bottom of the elevator: "Hurry up! Didn't you have dinner?"

The situation is not optimistic.

Some brothers who could not bear the psychological pressure had already climbed out of the window and tried to climb down from the outside of the building.

Feng Xiuhu wanted them to come back, but his voice was drowned out by the sound of wind and rain.

The wind outside the building became even stronger. With a sudden gust of wind, several figures in the night sky fell down with screams.

Now there was no need for Feng Xiuhu to remind them. With the lessons learned from the previous experience, those who still had the courage to climb through the windows gave up.

Shunzi looked at the white stone wall outside and gritted his teeth. "The temple is really good at picking places. Why would they attack us when they can just go anywhere else?"

In the past, Shunzi had always spoken of the temple with some awe, but this was the first time he had cursed the temple.

It was not just the village building that suffered.

The dilapidated wooden houses in the bottom city were densely clustered together, and all those close to the white stone walls were destroyed by the strong wind.

The people in the city were sleeping soundly. When they opened their eyes after hearing a loud crashing sound, the roof was gone.

Wall panels, wooden doors, dirty quilts, torn clothes, all kinds of things were swept up into the sky, swirling and flying, and in the blink of an eye, nothing was left.

The wind and rain showed their fury, and the fog showed no mercy.

The fog continued to sink and was about to spread to Feng Xiuhu's level.

As a veteran who has entered the fog several times and escaped unscathed, Feng Xiuhu knows very well what will happen to ordinary people when they are caught in the fog.

Even if they were not deliberately targeted by the priests, the fate of these people was doomed - they would lose their way, wander around in panic, and eventually step on empty air and fall to their death.

"Faster!"

Feng Xiuhu roared again, his eyes red with anxiety.

I don’t know whether it was his urging that worked or the brothers’ cooperation that was effective.

When the fog was about to hit their heads, everyone in the village building was always sent down.

On this last trip, only Feng Xiuhu, Shunzi, and Cheng Aimei were left.

When the elevator came up, Cheng Aimei couldn't wait to get in.

Shunzi couldn't bear to watch it anymore and pulled him out: "Brother, you go first!"

Feng Xiuhu didn't refuse and stepped into the elevator with Shunzi, one in front of the other. Cheng Aimei quickly followed. Shunzi patted the pipe and said, "Get off quickly!"

The elevator trembled and began to descend.

Suddenly, Feng Xiuhu's ears moved, as if he heard some movement above his head.

He looked up and saw that the fog was almost right in front of him.

Changes occur suddenly.

A figure fell out of the fog and hit Cheng Aimei, and they both fell to the floor of the elevator.

Feng Xiuhu took a closer look and couldn't help but laugh. It turned out to be an acquaintance - Mike.

"Why are you visiting so late?"

Feng Xiuhu asked him.

Mike looked flustered, unable to speak while gasping for breath, so he pointed upwards: "Careful!"

Another figure jumped out of the mist right after him.

The man was wearing a white and green robe and holding a short-armed hand axe. He ignored the other people around him and chopped down at Mike's face.

It was Feng Xiuhu's quick reaction - or perhaps it was a conditioned reflex to the ceremonial gown.

He kicked Si Li in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

Si Li was about to fall out of the elevator, but at the critical moment he grabbed the wooden pole on the outside, turned his body sideways outside the elevator, turned half a circle, and crashed in from the other side.

This kick made him notice Feng Xiuhu, and he swung his axe straight towards Feng Xiuhu's chest.

Feng Xiuhu was surprised: "You also know Kung Fu?"

As he spoke, he dodged sideways. Si Li moved closer again. There was nowhere to hide in the narrow space. Feng Xiuhu drew a knife from his sleeve to meet the hand axe.

With a clang, metal clashed, sparks flew between the two men, the hand axe was knocked away, and half of the knife's blade brushed Feng Xiuhu's eyebrow and flew out.

At this time, Shunzi finally reacted. He suddenly attacked and grabbed Sili's chest from behind.

Unable to lower his arms, Si Li raised his hand axe and chopped behind him. Feng Xiuhu was quick-witted and threw away the broken knife, grabbed Si Li's wrist, and then chopped the hand axe away.

boom!
With a dull thud, the axe blade pierced into Si Li's forehead.

Shunzi loosened his grip, and the body fell down like a rotten sack.

Feng Xiuhu bent down and pulled out the axe, and his brains flowed out from the wound.

"Is this thing also a magical weapon?"

He looked at the hatchet and asked Mike.

Mike was still in shock - he didn't expect Feng Xiuhu to win.

He swallowed his saliva and nodded in surprise: "Yes, all the clerks who have entered the sect use this."

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but frown. "The food in the temple is so good? Why don't the church deacons have any magical instruments?"

"Yes." Mike picked up the pendant from his chest, "This is it."

Feng Xiuhu was stunned and immediately got angry: "Why don't I have it?"

Mike replied: "You have to get started first."

Hearing this word, Feng Xiuhu got angry: "Get started! Get started! Get started! I want to know how to get started, but why am I so frustrated?"

"When exactly is the next spiritual awakening that Konate Chen mentioned?"

Mike quickly explained, "The prerequisite for spiritual awakening is to first gain entry. Only after gaining entry can one begin cultivation. Only after reaching a certain level of cultivation can one be qualified for spiritual awakening. Only after completing spiritual awakening can one truly enter the spiritual awakening stage and be able to use various spells independently - unlike me, who needs many deacons to chant spells together to summon the fog."

Feng Xiuhu felt that he had been cheated again.

Konate Chen never mentioned taking him in, so isn't the promised spiritual awakening just another empty promise?
His expression gradually became gloomy and he clenched his fists - are there any honest people left in this world?

(End of this chapter)