Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 82 082 Little Thoughts

Hearing the noise, the three people beside the bed looked towards the door.

"busy?"

Feng Xiuhu asked about Xi Yaoer.

Xi Yaoer covered her mouth and cried: "Master, you can't bully me like this!"

Feng Xiuhu was puzzled: "What did I do to you?"

Xi Yaoer's eyes were filled with tears: "We are all serving the master, why can they serve me but I can't?"

Feng Xiuhu tried to explain to her: "They earn wages for doing odd jobs. What are they going to do if you take their jobs away from them?"

Xi Yaoer refused and walked into the house. She squatted in front of Feng Xiuhu and pushed Lingzhi off the stool with her butt.

"oops."

Lingzhi exclaimed softly.

Xi Yaoer wiped her tears and said, "I don't care. I just want to serve the master."

Unable to accept the kind words, Feng Xiuhu frowned and said, "Don't force me to kick you out."

After being scolded again, Xi Yaoer burst into tears and ran back to the room with her hands covering her face.

Feng Xiuhu helped Lingzhi back onto the stool. "Let's continue our discussion—why do humans prefer to go to Guiyuan's shop?"

Narcissus glanced back at the door inconspicuously and could vaguely hear low sobbing coming from the side room. She exchanged glances with Lingzhi secretly.

Lingzhi replied, "Master, you don't know. Once a person like me enters the street of strangers, my life is no longer in my own hands. I don't know who I will be sold to or what will happen to me in the future. Even if I die or get injured, or am chopped up and fed to dogs, it is a common occurrence."

"But Boss Xiong is different. The animals she handles all go to much better places. Strong ones are sold as laborers, and then they find buyers who treat them well. Young ladies who are known for their beauty can be sent to hot spring houses to solicit clients if they want—at least that's better than being sold to murderers to be tormented."

Feng Xiuhu stroked his stubble and nodded, "She is quite considerate."

Narcissus saw this and said kindly, "Tell the housekeeper to buy some shaving cream tomorrow so I can shave the master."

Both of them were sharp-eyed and attentive, and Feng Xiuhu was very satisfied: "Work hard, and I'll pay you at the end of the month."

Do lowly people still get paid?

Lingzhi and Narcissus looked at each other and were both happy.

Lingzhi smiled and said, "Master, like Boss Xiong, are both kind people."

Shuixian folded the wet towel and asked tentatively, "Master, now that you've washed up, do you want me to call Sister Ruan to serve you?"

Feng Xiuhu was puzzled: "What else do you want to serve?"

Narcissus blushed: "Of course I am here to help the master sleep."

Feng Xiuhu quickly explained: "I've told you so many times, she's the accountant."

Narcissus understood and exchanged glances with Lingzhi again.

Lingzhi also understood Narcissus's hint.

She held Feng Xiuhu's feet in her arms and wiped them, her expression becoming awkward. "It's us sisters who have misunderstood. In that case, why don't you let me stay tonight so that someone can tuck you in and keep you out of the wind?"

Feng Xiuhu's face looked unhappy.

Seeing this, Shuixian quickly slapped Lingzhi in the face: "You deserve it! You ignorant thing, we came together, so naturally you should stay together. How can you only taste one of the delicious dishes? You've made the master unhappy for no reason."

Lingzhi bowed her head and admitted her mistake: "I said the wrong thing, please be lenient with the punishment, Master."

Feng Xiuhu hooked Lingzhi's chin to make her look up: "Did I ever tell you that you were here to do odd jobs?"

Lingzhi's heart trembled when he was looked at, and Narcissus sensed that the atmosphere was wrong and didn't dare to breathe.

Feng Xiuhu turned around and said to Shuixian with a smile, "And you, after looking at me all night, did I give you the face? Don't force me to slap you."

Carrying the basin of water, they walked out of the house and closed the door. The two girls looked at each other, still feeling frightened.

This master is not that easy to serve.

...I never expected that I would have a dream tonight.

Feng Xiuhu asked Eclipse, "What's going on? I haven't come into contact with any spells today."

Eclipse squatted aside and sulked: "Don't you know what's going on?"

Feng Xiuhu felt wronged: "What can I count?"

The Yin Owl flapped its wings and flew down, mocking Eclipse: "It's the rules. The rules have experienced another abnormal surge, and he had to work hard to suppress it."

Feng Xiuhu took out a French fry from his pocket and handed it to Yin Xiao's mouth: "Come on, continue."

Yin Xiao looked at the French fries and said in surprise, "What is this?"

Feng Xiuhu said, "Your favorite."

Yin Xiao tilted his head: "?"

A golden light flashed in her eyes, and the open space behind Feng Xiuhu began to distort, and then a mirage-like scene emerged.

Waves crashed against the shore, and two seagulls stood on the rocks.

The seagull suddenly spoke.

Seagull A asked, "Where are we going?"

Seagull B replied: "I plan to go to the dock later to get some French fries."

Seagull A said again, "You misunderstood me, buddy. I was talking about the ultimate goal of our lives. Ultimately, what is the purpose of living?"

Seagull B replied, "So I can get some French fries for the pier later."

The Yin Owl flapped its wings and the image disappeared.

Regardless of Feng Xiuhu's lingering thoughts, she stared at him expressionlessly: "First of all, I'm an owl."

"Secondly, I don't need to eat."

Feng Xiuhu looked troubled. After a while, he took out a cigarette case and asked, "Would you like a cigarette?"

The owl was shocked.

She flapped her wings and flew up again: "I've never seen such a sick person. You are not allowed to talk to me!"

After saying that, she flew away again.

Feng Xiuhu handed the cigarette to Shi: "Then you say."

Eclipse took it and lit it, taking a deep breath and letting out a sigh: "I don't want to tell you... but can you please stop thinking about your understanding of the rules so much in the future?"

Feng Xiuhu didn't take it to heart, as he couldn't control the matter.

He asked cheerfully, "So what shall we talk about today?"

Eclipse looked at him: "What do you want to hear?"

Feng Xiuhu thought for a moment and said, "Last time we talked about magical instruments, you mentioned there's also something called a divine instrument. What's the difference?"

Eclipse asked in return, "What do you think is the difference between ordinary practitioners and gods?"

Feng Xiuhu scratched his head and pondered for a long time: "I think gods are like people on a chain, and practitioners, whether in the church or the temple, are dogs with a chain around their necks. No matter how much meat a dog eats or how strong it grows, it's still a dog after all."

Eclipse asked again: "Why is this happening?"

Feng Xiuhu sorted out his thoughts: "Because of faith and authority, as long as authority remains in the hands of gods, practitioners who want to cultivate to higher levels must continue to believe in gods. But even so, even if they cultivate to the end, they are still fundamentally different from gods, because they only have magical power, not authority."

Eclipse nodded and said, "That's right. But the new gods were also transformed from humans. They became gods because they gained authority."

"The same goes for magical instruments and divine tools."

"Magic weapons are tools refined by practitioners. Because they are imbued with magical power, they can exert various strange effects."

"As for divine tools, you can simply understand them as magical instruments that carry authority."

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