Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 61 061 The God of Mist will appear soon!
Just when the stalemate was happening, a figure suddenly emerged from the fog.

The monks and divine guards fighting around them all deliberately avoided this place, but this man seemed to have run the wrong way in panic. After taking in the battle situation, he shouted into the fog behind him, "We're here! We're here! Stop chasing us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another figure rushed in.

This man was not wearing a monk's robe or a priest's gray robe, but an ordinary Western-style coat. It seemed that he didn't even have time to take a closer look at the person and just rushed forward with a hand axe.

"Feng Xiuhu?!"

Konate Chen shouted subconsciously.

Feng Xiuhu's eyes flickered as he pointed his axe at him: "Don't worry, we'll settle our accounts later."

In a moment of distraction, Konate Chen was stabbed in the arm by Xi Wusheng. He quickly focused his mind and turned his attention back to the present.

Feng Xiuhu was not a reckless person. He could tell at a glance that Konate Chen and Xi Wusheng could not intervene, so he ran straight towards Yukhu and Chu Wenti who were in a stalemate.

Although these two people were unfamiliar, Feng Xiuhu could not make a mistake just by looking at their clothes.

Chu Wenti had his back to him, and Feng Xiuhu swung his axe and started to chop him.

Chu Wenti didn't look back, but he knew someone was attacking him, so he shouted fiercely, "You little thief, you're looking for death!"

A strong wind blew up, and before the axe touched Feng Xiuhu, he was blown away and rolled twice on the ground.

Feng Xiuhu got up, raised his axe and rushed forward again, shouting nonsense curses.

"God of the Mist, help me!"

bang——

It bounced back again.

"Please, God of Mist, possess me!"

bang——

The third time it bounced back.

Feng Xiuhu's entire body was bruised and in pain. He grimaced at Mike and asked, "You're just going to stand by and watch?"

Mike didn't dare to step forward. He gritted his teeth, pulled off the pendant and threw it to Feng Xiuhu: "May the God of Mist bless you!"

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, Feng Xiuhu hung the pendant around his neck, took a deep breath and rushed forward again.

The hand axe chopped down with all its might—

"Hurry up and obey the command! God of the Mist will appear!"

Mist surged at the axe blade, and it actually tore a hole in the strong wind. Although it was blown away, it actually hit Chu Wenti's back.

Chu Wenti groaned.

Feng Xiuhu was overjoyed and didn't bother to care which move he made was right. He picked up the axe and chopped again.

"Apparition!"

Another axe chopped down, and blood splattered on his face.

"Show it again!"

The axe struck his shoulder so hard that the bone was visible.

"Show it again!"

"Show it again and again!"

“Always showing!”

“Hahahaha——”

Feng Xiuhu laughed wildly towards the sky, and the flesh on Chu Wenti's back was almost chopped off by him!

Just when he was in high spirits, he swung his axe again, but this time he missed.

Looking closely, it turned out that Chu Wenti was already at the end of his strength. After a few blows from the axes, he could no longer hold on. He breathed a sigh of relief and fainted.

Yukhu didn't even have time to catch his breath. He pulled out the sword stuck in his shoulder, pointed at Chu Wenti lying on the ground, and shouted to the other side: "The winner is decided! Now - who should surrender!"

Konate Chen and Xi Wusheng stopped at the same time.

Konate Chen glanced at the miserable state of Chu Wenti lying on the ground, then turned his gaze to Feng Xiuhu with a complicated look.

The situation is clear, there's really nothing much to say.

This battle should have ended long ago.

Xi Wusheng didn't think he could handle Konate Chen and Yukhu alone, so he threw away his sword and said, "We admit..."

Before he could finish his words, his expression suddenly changed, and he glared at him: "What are you doing—" Konate Chen's expression also changed, and he shouted to stop him: "Feng Xiuhu! Stop it!"

Bang!
Although the axe strike was quick and decisive, Feng Xiuhu didn't have much strength left, so the chop was not clean - there was still a layer of skin attached to Chu Wenti's neck.

The blood in the cavity spurted several meters away, staining the ground crimson.

Feng Xiuhu was not satisfied and squatted down to cut off the remaining skin.

He raised his chin towards Konate Chen and said, "I'll send it to you later. You can't be more stingy than Hollis Wu, right?"

Thinking back, Boss Yuan’s brain had earned him a lot of benefits.

A strong wind blew in his face, and the furious Xi Wusheng came into view, with his five fingers spread out and slapping Feng Xiuhu on the crown of his head.

It was too late for Konate Chen to stop him, and Yukhu was too seriously injured to do anything.

Just when it seemed that he couldn't escape, a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed Xi Wusheng's wrist.

Archbishop Toverson Zhao suddenly appeared on Feng Xiuhu's previously empty side. He said in a deep voice, "I accept the loss. It's over."

Xi Wusheng's face was grim: "The church was the first to break the rules—"

The words have not yet fallen.

"spit!"

He spat on Xi Wusheng's face.

Feng Xiuhu cursed: "A sneak attack? Do you have any respect for the rules?"

Toverson Zhao glanced at Feng Xiuhu: "..."

A gust of wind blew, and Ma Binghe's figure appeared behind Xi Wusheng.

Xi Wusheng hurriedly explained to Ma Binghe, "Great Lord, they are wrong! Chu Gaogong was clearly unconscious, but he still tried to kill him!"

Ma Binghe looked at Feng Xiuhu and felt that he looked familiar. "Have I seen you somewhere before?"

Feng Xiuhu put her hands on her hips and said, "Who said it wasn't true? Think about it again. Did I hold you in my arms when you were little?"

Seeing this nonsense, Ma Binghe's eyes flashed with realization - he remembered that it was at the Duke's Mansion.

Thorsen Zhao replied expressionlessly, "There are always casualties in war, isn't that right, Your Excellency the Great Master?"

Ma Binghe looked at Feng Xiuhu deeply and nodded slowly, "That makes sense. The temple is willing to accept the loss, so let's call it a day."

After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared like the wind.

Toverson Zhao turned his attention to Feng Xiuhu. He looked at the pendant on Feng Xiuhu's chest and asked, "Have you entered the sect?"

Feng Xiuhu held his head high and said, "No."

Toverson Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly: “Where do those messy spells of yours come from?”

Feng Xiuhu said confidently: "It's just a fabrication."

Toverson Zhao asked again: "Then why does it work?"

Feng Xiuhu spread his hands and said, "Sincerity is the key to success!"

Toverson Zhao nodded thoughtfully, put his hands behind his back and walked into the fog and disappeared.

……

Chu Wenti's body was taken away by the temple, and Feng Xiuhu's plan to keep his head was dashed.

As a boss, Konate Chen seemed to know that Feng Xiuhu had this habit, so he advised him that this habit was not good and he had to change it. After all, what good person would like to chop off people's heads for no reason?
Feng Xiuhu also felt aggrieved. This was the first skill he learned after coming here. How could he just throw it away?
But after killing the famous temple priest with his own hands, Feng Xiuhu's confused mood calmed down a lot.

The wind stopped, the rain ceased, and the thick fog dissipated, leaving only a mess and bloodstains on the ground.

Konate Chen wanted to leave, but Feng Xiuhu had not yet settled the accounts with him.

He held Konate Chen in his arms with one hand, and rubbed the axe handle at his waist with the other: "Do you think your enlightenment for me counts?"

Konate Chen almost forgot about it. He was stunned for a moment before nodding and saying, "Forget it."

He originally thought that Feng Xiuhu would not survive these three days, but he did not expect that he not only survived, but also became the person who made the final decision.

Feng Xiuhu's tone gradually turned unfriendly: "Count? I didn't even enter the door, what do you think of counting?"

PS: Mr. Feng is a reasonable person. He will not tolerate anyone who plays tricks on him; but if anyone is nice to him, he will remember it in his heart - such as voting for monthly tickets and adding them to the bookshelf.

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