Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 60 God Meets God

Overlooking the entire Fancheng, the Broken Wave Bridge is like a long and narrow sword piercing straight into the sea.

But in fact, the platform above the Broken Wave Bridge is particularly wide, large enough to accommodate several carriages running side by side.

A statue of the Goddess of Wind and Rain stands on the observation deck at the front end of the Broken Wave Bridge.

The queen was wearing a feathered robe, with flowing long hair, and she gazed at the sea.

Her beautiful face exudes a tangible majesty.

The statue is so exquisitely crafted that every detail, from the hair to the folds of the feathers, is carved so delicately and meticulously that it seems as if it will come alive in the next second.

Really alive.

The strong wind and rain seemed to have avoided this place on purpose, and there were no water stains even on the floor tiles.

But before I knew it, the air became a little humid and water vapor gradually condensed.

It was like a hazy drizzle.

In the water vapor, a shadow emerged from the statue.

She took a light step, her toes seemed to be stepping on invisible stairs, and slowly walked down from mid-air.

With every step he took, the shadow became more solid, and when the last step was placed on the ground, the shadow was completely revealed.

The truth is——

She has slender skin and graceful hands, and looks like a fairy in a painting with colorful feathers.

Her demeanor is not that of an earthly person; it turns out that she is a graceful goddess who has descended to the mortal world.

It was a good thing Feng Xiuhu was not present, otherwise he would have hung a banner that read - Warmly welcome the Queen of Wind and Rain to come and guide us.

Her dress is very different from that of today's era.

Her hair was tied up in a bun, she wore a gorgeous headdress, her skirt was fluttering in the wind, and it was adorned with colorful long feathers, making her look like an ancient beauty who walked out of a storybook.

Although this outfit is not as figure-defining as the cheongsams that women often wear today, it also adds a unique charm.

The wind does not shake and the rain does not scare.

The rain did not wet her dress, and the wind did not blow her hair, as if it had pressed the pause button beside her.

The Lady of Wind and Rain walked slowly to the front. She held the railing and looked towards the sea with a deep and calm gaze.

A breeze blew past not far behind her. When the wind died down, a figure prostrated himself on the ground, forehead touching the tiles, and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, be at peace with us, regardless of the wind or rain."

This is an old man. Not many people in Fancheng know him because he rarely appears in public.

The temple is revered and all things are here.

Lady Fengyu didn't respond. She continued to gaze at the sea, her red lips whispering, "He's still waiting."

Wan Laiqiu didn't even look up, and replied in a deep voice: "After tonight, we'll see what happens."

Lady Fengyu nodded slightly: "Let more people die. The more people die, the more chaos there will be. Only when there is real chaos will the fish take the bait."

Wan Laiqiu kowtowed and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. I have ordered Ma Binghe to deliver his sword. The Church was caught unawares and there will be many casualties."

Lady Fengyu didn't care much: "It doesn't matter which side, as long as more people die."

Suddenly, Wan Laiqiu seemed to sense something and raised his head vigilantly.

It's getting foggy.

At some point, a thin mist rose from the drizzle.

Lady Fengyu turned around gracefully and looked behind Wan Laiqiu with an indifferent look.

Wisps of mist gathered into a human figure and soon took shape.

He was a foreigner in a plaid suit, a wide-brimmed hat, and a thin pipe. As if he had known it was going to rain, he had even carefully opened an umbrella.

He gently twirled his mustache, adjusted his collar, and finally put his hands behind his back and bowed slightly to Lady Fengyu: "Greetings, Lady."

Lady Fengyu nodded in return, "Good evening, Misty."

She raised her fingertips slightly, Wan Laiqiu kowtowed again, got up, bent over and walked away.

The God of Mist walked over, and every time his leather shoes stepped on the ground, the water marks on the ground would turn into mist and disappear without a trace.

He came to the side of the Lady of Wind and Rain, stood side by side with her, and looked into the depths of the sea together.

"I just heard that Mr. Temple Master showing off his little tricks."

The God of Mist chuckled softly, and a smoke ring jumped out of his pipe.

Lady Fengyu's expression remained unchanged as she gazed into the depths of the sea. "Sail City isn't in chaos enough yet, and the temple and the church are still exercising restraint, so he's still waiting and watching."

The God of Mist raised his eyebrows. "Yes, that's right. That fish is not so easy to catch."

"This performance needs to be gradual. If it's too hasty, he'll see through it."

"Perhaps once the church begins to preach in the port area, he'll be able to make a judgment. If necessary, we can make the fight more intense, letting the fish see with its own eyes that your faith is being eroded step by step, the temple is losing ground, and you're just tolerating it."

"In this way, he will firmly believe that the time for revenge has come."

His tone was playful, but Lady Fengyu ignored him: "After this is accomplished, the Church of the Mist will retreat to the Upper City."

The God of Mist shrugged, patting his chest and responding, "As you wish. But I hope you will also abide by your agreement—I want 50% of the authority."

Lady Fengyu nodded: "This is what we agreed on early in the morning."

The God of Mist suddenly asked, "What are you going to do with the remaining half?"

Lady Fengyu hesitated for a moment, then calmed down. "Please ask Xijun to forge a weapon. From now on, I will use it to command the waves."

The God of Mist suddenly changed the subject and asked tentatively, "But I haven't heard from Xijun recently. Is she okay?"

He held his pipe, looked out at the sea, and asked casually, "Come to think of it, it's been a while since Xi Jun appointed a new god. Wouldn't it be a waste to keep all that power in his hands?"

The tone of Lady Fengyu finally changed. She said coldly, "Mind yourselves. We are different from Western gods. We won't stuff everything into our stomachs."

The God of Mist smiled. "Don't be angry, my lady. I meant no offense. It's not me who's curious, it's the truth."

"You know, Xijun doesn't allow Zhenli to set foot on the East Continent, but Zhenli misses her very much. He didn't get a response from Xijun's kingdom in the spiritual world, so he asked me to bring a message to Xijun to express his greetings."

Lady Fengyu said indifferently, "Jun Xi is fine, don't worry about him."

After saying this, she turned around, her five-colored feathered clothes flashed by, and her figure disappeared in the rain.

The God of Mist twirled his beard lightly, smiled silently, and then turned into thick fog and dissipated.

……

Mike led the way well, avoiding the fighting crowd along the way and bringing Feng Xiuhu to the real boss.

As Yukhu refused to admit defeat, the two sides gradually became really angry.

Konate Chen and Xi Wusheng were entangled with each other. Although both were on the verge of exhaustion, they were still in good condition.

But the situation on the other side is much more serious.

Guard Captain Byrne half-knelt on the ground with his sword in hand. His body was covered with wounds. He could hardly stand, let alone fight.

Chu Wenti, holding the great sword, was in a stalemate with Youkehu.

The long sword stabbed into Yukhu's shoulder, and Chu Wenti pressed down hard to cut a gap in Yukhu's chest and decide the outcome with one blow; Yukhu gritted his teeth and tried to resist Chu Wenti's arms. The mist at the wound gathered and dissipated from time to time, and it seemed that he might collapse at any time, but he was still muttering to himself, and the mist turned into a beast that bit Chu Wenti madly.

Chu Wenti was covered in wounds, but relying on the sharpness of his sword and the courage in his chest, he managed to defeat Byrne first and then Yukhu. He was only one step away from victory, and he could not let go of that breath.

(End of this chapter)