Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 91 The Road That Should Have Been There Long Ago

Or maybe it's like everyone has their own specialties.

Xi Yaoer didn't know that she had met her strongest rival in life. She tossed and turned last night and fell into a deep sleep in the middle of the night, so she was unable to get up early to be the first to punch in in front of Feng Xiuhu.

It was also because Feng Xiuhu didn't know about Narcissus and Lingzhi's private conversation last night, otherwise he would have to go to the factory to find the female workers to instill some advanced theories into Narcissus and Lingzhi to neutralize them.

After a whole night of practice, Feng Xiuhu clearly felt the extraordinary nature of this body.

Eclipse did not lie to him. After the transformation, Feng Xiuhu's progress in strengthening his body had made a qualitative leap.

When Shuixian Lingzhi was helping him wash his face in the morning, he lost control and twisted the towel into rags.

Instead, it scared the second girl who was working diligently with her head lowered, thinking that she had made the master unhappy again.

Feng Xiuhu didn't pay much attention to it, but he could feel that Narcissus Ganoderma was much more obedient today, and thought that what he said yesterday had taken effect.

Feng Xiuhu was very satisfied and rewarded Narcissus and Ganoderma lucidum with a few silver plates. He asked them to go to the street to buy new towels and go out for some fresh air.

Feng Xiuhu has something important to do today. He is going to the temple to talk to Guard Officer Morgan about the attack that happened yesterday.

Shunzi also had important business to attend to. He had to go to the bottom of the city to pick up a few owl brothers.

So the two of them split up.

Feng Xiuhu changed into a deacon's robe, hung up the mist pendant, hid the short-handled axe, and put on the soul-cleansing mirror.

Walked out the door neatly.

We hurried to the church.

The Divine Guards guarding the gate saluted him, saying respectfully, "Greetings, Deacon Feng Xiuhu."

Feng Xiuhu was already used to it. He patted the Divine Guard on the shoulder and said, "Do your best. The God of Mist is watching you."

The Divine Guards' expressions froze and they straightened their backs even more.

This time, without Mike's guidance, Feng Xiuhu came to Guard Morgan's room alone, familiar with the place.

After the guard reported, Guard Officer Morgan personally welcomed Feng Xiuhu in.

Today, Guard Officer Morgan did not exchange pleasantries with Feng Xiuhu. He looked serious, as if he had something on his mind.

Before Feng Xiuhu could speak, Guard Officer Morgan asked, "Did you know about Ni Shicai's son's matter?"

This was exactly what Feng Xiuhu wanted, so he nodded quickly and said, "I did it."

Guard Officer Morgan was stunned for half a second, then waved his hand to signal all the guards inside to leave. Then he lowered his head and leaned closer: "Tell me in detail."

Feng Xiuhu recounted everything he had experienced in recent days, from Ni Shicai's trap to Xiong Guiyuan's rescue; from the sneak attack on Ni Zhiwen in the alley to his bloody fight with He Shunzi.

But Feng Xiuhu did not elaborate on the key points. He only said that there was chaos in the alley at that time, and when Ni Zhiwen took out the Soul-Cleansing Mirror, he accidentally looked at himself first, so he became demented.

Feng Xiuhu took out the Soul Cleansing Mirror from his arms and handed it to Guard Officer Morgan.

Guard Officer Morgan was so afraid to answer the call after hearing how dangerous Feng Xiuhu's story sounded.

Feng Xiuhu chuckled, opened the lid, picked up the mirror, and looked at himself: "Don't be afraid, this thing has become less effective since it was used on Ni Zhiwen. I don't know if it can only be used once."

This is of course nonsense.

The truth is - Feng Xiuhu used the Soul Cleansing Mirror to fill the array base. In order to reveal his spirit and corrode his body, Erosion had already drained all of the Soul Cleansing Mirror's magic power. Now it is just an ordinary mirror.

Guard Officer Morgan was skeptical: "Deacon Feng, for safety's sake you should cover it up first."

Feng Xiuhu did as he was told and handed the closed mirror over again.

He raised an eyebrow at Guard Morgan: "Hurry up and take it, this is a credit."

Officer Morgan was startled at first, then suddenly understood. He immediately understood, pulled off the cloth covering the tea set on the table, and carefully wrapped the mirror.

Then he smiled at Feng Xiuhu and said, "Don't worry, Steward Feng, the credit will go to whoever deserves it. As the East Continent says—I just need some soup."

Isn’t that a credit?
The temple seems to be investigating the cause of Ni Zhiwen's dementia, but in fact it is looking for the whereabouts of the mirror.

Now he only needs to deliver this mirror to Konate Chen, and mention in passing how he and Feng Xiuhu cooperated tacitly and saw through the conspiracy of the temple, and the credit will be secure in his hands.

Guard Officer Morgan was very satisfied, and the more he looked at Feng Xiuhu, the more he liked him. People outside said that Feng Xiuhu was mentally ill and difficult to get along with, but after getting to know him, he felt that it was not that exaggerated.

Feng Xiuhu also breathed a sigh of relief - the hot potato was finally passed on, and from then on Ni Zhiwen's dementia had nothing to do with him.

Guard Officer Morgan kindly reminded, "The Temple is investigating this matter. Although there's no evidence, they definitely suspect you—no one saw you fighting Ni Zhiwen at the time, right?"

Feng Xiuhu raised his thumb and drew a line on his neck: "No one was left alive, and the bodies were also cleaned up."

Officer Morgan frowned and thought for a moment: "Oh no, you must have forgotten to deal with the spirit."

He was afraid Feng Xiuhu wouldn't understand, so he patiently explained, "After a person dies, their spirit will linger in the same place for a while before entering the spirit world. This process can be long or short, perhaps just a few minutes, but it's normal for it to stay for several days."

Feng Xiuhu blinked, not knowing how to respond.

He didn't dare to say anything else, but the good thing about the erosion spell was that once it was touched, no matter whether it was the physical body or the spiritual body, it would be completely destroyed.

In this regard, Luo Meng Zhang, Hollis Wu, as well as Semu Weiguan and Yu Duanhun, the four people who have the most say.

Guard Officer Morgan became increasingly concerned. After a moment, he grabbed the bag and put it in his arms. He stood up and said, "No, I'm going to report this to Bishop Konate right now. Only with his intervention can you be completely safe."

He nodded at Feng Xiuhu and said soothingly, "Don't worry. Even if the temple really gets the answer from the spirit, they won't necessarily dare to do anything to you. After all, it was Ni Zhiwen who started it this time."

……

After coming out of the church, Feng Xiuhu walked back slowly.

Thinking about things while walking.

The temple will not do anything to him, but the same cannot be said for Ni Shicai.

So what if there is no evidence? As the mastermind behind the incident, Ni Shicai knows best what is going on.

He only has one precious son, Ni Zhiwen, and now he has become demented. It is hard to say whether he will make up his mind and go straight to fight Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu is quite looking forward to it.

Before he knew it, he had once again walked under the Broken Wave Bridge.

Go through the doorway and look to the left.

At the corner between the Broken Wave Bridge and the white stone wall, the place where the elevator was originally located was now empty. Feng Xiuhu had almost gotten used to it.

He came to the wall, held the railing and looked into the distance.

Dicheng still looks basically the same, but there are fewer people fishing on the mudflats.

Feng Xiuhu announced that anyone from Dicheng who participated in digging the wall and building the stairs would be given a meal.

Looking back, at the west side of the bottom of the wall, dense crowds of people were working busily, and the outline of a staircase could be vaguely seen on the white stone wall.

I don't ask for charity from nobles, nor do I ask for mercy from gods.

This is the road they built with their own hands.

Perhaps there should have been such a path long ago.

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(End of this chapter)