Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 87 Is he infected by you?

After following the servant for a while, the servant suddenly turned a corner and led Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi into a secluded alley.

Feng Xiuhu smiled faintly: "Your warehouse is quite remote."

The servant replied calmly, "Master, a warehouse is different from a shop. It is used to keep human sacrifices, so it cannot be placed on the main street."

Feng Xiuhu nodded and stopped talking.

The three of them continued to walk deeper until they could no longer hear the hustle and bustle of the street outside. The environment became dim and the servant stopped.

He turned around and stared at Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu smiled and asked him, "Are we there yet?"

The servant also smiled and replied, "I will not accompany the deacon for the rest of the journey. You can go find the Heaven of Samsara on your own..."

The words are not finished yet.

Feng Xiuhu chopped down on the man's head with the axe he had hidden behind his back.

Bang!
With a dull thud, blood and brain matter splattered, and the servant fell backwards.

He acted so suddenly that even the servant was caught off guard. His eyes were still filled with astonishment before he died. The guards who should have waited for him to finish speaking before taking action did not have time to save him. Only after the servant fell to the ground did they emerge from the darkness and block both ends of the alley.

Feng Xiuhu wiped the dirt off the axe blade and looked around: "Everyone knows that I, Deacon Feng, am a man who has transcended vulgar tastes. Using a beauty trap to deceive me, isn't that just courting death?"

"Do it!"

Someone shouted in the darkness, and the guards rushed forward.

Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi stood back to back.

When it comes to fighting, both of them are good at it. One is born with extraordinary strength and power, while the other has gained strength through practice and is stronger than ordinary people. It is not difficult for them to cope with the narrow space.

Shunzi stretched out his big hand and grabbed one person's head, then smashed it against the wall. The head was instantly smashed to pieces. Seeing this, the others were frightened by his power and dared not step forward.

On the other hand, Feng Xiuhu's side was fighting fiercely——

In order to make it easier to shirk responsibility later, these guards were told not to bring sharp weapons and only used sticks to fight Feng Xiuhu.

This made Feng Xiuhu very happy, and he chopped and chopped the axe in his hand so hard that it seemed like it was dancing with flowers.

An axe was swung here, cutting off the stick and ripping open the guard's belly at the same time; another axe was swung there, directly chopping off half of the shoulder.

His face was covered in blood, and he was just getting excited when he suddenly heard someone shouting, "Feng Xiuhu!"

Feng Xiuhu replied subconsciously: "Busy!"

The man shouted again: "Feng Xiuhu!"

Feng Xiuhu turned around impatiently: "What are you doing?"

When I looked closely, I saw myself.

Facing the mirror, Feng Xiuhu stroked his hair with his blood-stained hands and combed his hair back into a slicked-back style.

It looks like dyed red hair.

Feng Xiuhu was very satisfied and felt that he had a unique temperament.

The fighting guards dispersed and covered their faces with their arms, not daring to be reflected in the mirror.

Ni Zhiwen appeared from the side. He held up a mirror and sneered at Feng Xiuhu: "Crazy beast, you deserve this fate..."

Before he could finish his words, Feng Xiuhu took the mirror away.

Ni Zhiwen was shocked and subconsciously rushed forward to grab it: "Give it back to me!"

Feng Xiuhu dodged to the side. He saw clearly that Ni Zhiwen was wearing a long, formal robe. He pressed the axe blade against Ni Zhiwen's forehead, forcing him back. "You must be Ni Shicai's good son, right? How dare you fight me in this attire? Didn't the temple tell you to avoid me?"

Ni Zhiwen was anxious and gritted his teeth without saying a word, but his eyes were always fixed on the mirror in Feng Xiuhu's hand.

Feng Xiuhu still hadn't figured it out: "Besides, even if they wanted to kill me, it should have been your damned father who did it. If he had killed me, the temple could at least claim ignorance. Why would a ritual assistant like you get involved?"

Ni Zhiwen didn't understand why the Soul Cleansing Mirror didn't work, and he was wondering if it would take some time to take effect, but Chief Priest Chu didn't say that at the time.

Feng Xiuhu became suspicious when he saw that Ni Zhiwen didn't speak for a long time and his eyes kept wandering between his face and the mirror.

He picked up the mirror again and looked at it carefully, and found that there was nothing special about it except that it looked like an antique.

The mirror reflected Feng Xiuhu's face again, and Ni Zhiwen's eyes lit up again, full of anticipation.

After looking at the front, Feng Xiuhu suddenly turned the mirror over and found that the back was written with "Wind and rain bring peace, cleanse the soul and frighten the spirit".

Ni Zhiwen's expression changed. Turning over, he saw his face reflected in the mirror. It was too late to hide. Before the horror on his face could fully emerge, his expression quickly turned into a dull one.

"What does this mean?"

Feng Xiuhu finished reading the words and looked up and asked Ni Zhiwen.

Ni Zhiwen grinned at him: "Hehe."

Feng Xiuhu: “?”

Snapped!
Feng Xiuhu slapped him: "Did I make you laugh?"

Ni Zhiwen stared blankly at Feng Xiuhu, then suddenly his mouth drooped and he covered his face with his hands and burst into tears: "Wa wa wa wa——"

Feng Xiuhu was stunned: "Is it so fragile?!"

Seeing that the situation was not right, the remaining guards began to retreat and slowly moved back.

Feng Xiuhu handed the axe to Shunzi: "Send them away."

Shunzi grinned fiercely, took the axe and rushed towards the guards.

Feng Xiuhu continued to be confused, fiddling with the mirror over and over again.

Ni Zhiwen kept crying in his ear, which annoyed Feng Xiuhu so much that he couldn't help but yell at him, "Stop crying!"

Ni Zhiwen shuddered with fear and immediately stopped talking, sobbing and looking at Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu suspected that he was acting, but had no evidence.

Suddenly, Eclipse's voice rang in my mind: "It's a magic weapon."

Feng Xiuhu laughed: "Hey, why are you awake? Ni Zhiwen didn't cast any spell on me."

Eclipse felt it silently for a moment and said, "It's this mirror—it specifically harms spirits. You must never look into it."

Feng Xiuhu gasped: "That's not the end of it, I've taken the photo several times."

Eclipse was silent for a moment: "...Then don't take any more photos."

Feng Xiuhu looked at Ni Zhiwen, who was still sobbing across from him. "So if you take the photo, you'll become mentally retarded? This kid has no good intentions."

At this time, Shunzi came back and suddenly leaned closer to look at what was in Feng Xiuhu's hand.

Fortunately, Feng Xiuhu was quick-witted and closed the lid in an instant.

Shunzi looked at him strangely: "Brother?"

Feng Xiuhu was terrified and yelled, "Are you trying to kill yourself?"

Sunja scratched the back of his head in confusion: "What's wrong with me?"

Feng Xiuhu pointed at Ni Zhiwen and said, "Look at what's wrong with him!"

Shunzi looked over and Ni Zhiwen also looked at him.

Shunzi's appearance was too fierce, and Ni Zhiwen shuddered with fear. He couldn't hold his buttocks tightly, and feces and urine flowed out at once, and a foul smell spread.

Shunzi's expression suddenly changed, and he stepped back, covering his nose: "What kind of move is this!?"

Feng Xiuhu couldn't stand it anymore and yelled at Ni Zhiwen, "Take it off quickly and hold it away!"

Ni Zhiwen stripped himself naked while crying, and stood against the wall with his shoulders hugged, shivering from the cold.

The more Shunzi looked at him, the more puzzled he became: "What kind of disease is he suffering from?"

Feng Xiuhu said angrily, "Can't you see that? He's crazy!"

Shunzi was shocked when he heard this: "Brother—he was infected by you?!"

After a short silence.

"Ah……"

Feng Xiuhu smiled with relief, lowered his head and began to search.

Then he picked up the stick and hit Shunzi's butt hard: "I told you to dye! Dye!"

PS: This is strange. Why isn't Feng Xiuhu afraid of the Soul Purifying Mirror? Gentlemen, please vote now, and then go to the square to spread the word. I'll let you know as soon as possible.

(End of this chapter)