Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 169 Chapter 168

Shunzi didn't dare to move.

Kalus also began to doubt his life - after all, being beaten by a signpost was not a common experience.

Watching this scene, Taren Zhu muttered to himself: "What kind of spell is this?"

The three people here have not yet figured out the situation, but Zhang Qiuchi and Song Chungui can't care less.

Song Chungui danced with his sword and snorted coldly, "Playing tricks."

After saying that, he pinched his magic formula and was about to attack: "Wind comes..."

The last word was stuck in his throat and Song Chungui was shocked to find that he could not move.

Not only him, Zhang Qiuchi was in the same situation.

Footsteps were heard in the fog, and the only eyes that could still move in the two men turned towards the source of the sound.

Shunzi and the other two also looked over.

I saw a figure walking out from the surging thick fog.

"Big brother!"

Sunja exclaimed in surprise.

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand and ignored him. He put the pocket watch back into his pocket and took out cigarettes and lighter.

click.

Flames leaped out, and Zhang Qiuchi and Song Chungui's faces changed at the same time.

Their expressions began to contort, as if they were in great pain.

In an instant, black smoke came out of the mouths and nostrils of the two men as they breathed, and blood flowed from the corners of their mouths.

In just a few seconds, the freezing effect of the Time Frost ended, and Zhang Qiuchi and Song Chungui fell to the ground, twisting and rolling.

Song Chungui screamed miserably and tore his clothes frantically. The skin under his chest bulged and flickered with faint flames.

Feng Xiuhu raised his hand and snapped his fingers: "Execute."

Just as the mist transformed into a guillotine and was about to fall, Zhang Qiuchi endured the searing pain and took something out of his sleeve.

Feng Xiuhu saw it clearly and saw that it was a finely carved copper bell.

jingle--

As Zhang Qiuchi raised his wrist and shook it, the copper bell rang out a clear sound.

He grabbed Song Chungui's arm, and the two of them disappeared without a trace in front of Feng Xiuhu like a stream of wind.

Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but raise his eyebrows - he could no longer sense the presence of the two.

He used the power of his authority, and wherever there was fog, it was within his reach. Logically speaking, with the skills of the two high priests, it was impossible for them to slip away quietly without being noticed.

The problem must be with that brass bell.

"Ahem, Yulinling."

Tarenzhu coughed weakly, and Shunzi helped him stand up.

Feng Xiuhu said to Kalus, "Leave this to me. Go help clear the area. If the chief priest escapes, leave behind those who can't escape."

After finishing his explanation, he turned to Tarenzhu.

"Tell me clearly, what is the Yulin Bell?"

Taren Zhu gritted his teeth in indignation: "A special-grade magic weapon - the temple is really shameless, actually took it out and used it."

Feng Xiuhu knew the name Yulinling. It was actually a string of bells hung under the eaves of wealthy families in the past. When exposed to wind and rain, the bells would make pleasant sounds.

But what Zhang Qiuchi was holding in his hand just now was clearly just a single copper bell.

Tarenzhu explained, "That magical instrument is actually a complete set, consisting of a mother bell and three sub-bells. When the sub-bells are infused with magic power, they will make a sound and immediately bring the user back to the mother bell."

“And the mother bell is even more extraordinary.”

Feng Xiuhu's thoughts began to wander: "So it's a female bell, that's really extraordinary..."

Unaware of the deeper meaning, Taren Zhu continued, "When the Mother Bell is activated, it immediately brings wind and rain. This wind is the Nine Heavens Gale, and this rain is the Soul-Stirring Blood Rain." "Neither of these two can be withstood. The Nine Heavens Gale will rip flesh from our bodies, while the Soul-Stirring Blood Rain will completely consume our spirits. Without protection, within minutes, nothing will be left."

Feng Xiuhu came back to his senses and couldn't help but gasp in amazement: "This kind of powerful weapon can be casually given to the chief priest? The temple is too generous."

Taren Zhu smiled bitterly and said, “That’s why I said the temple is shameless.”

"Aside from the artifacts in the hands of the gods, the temple has a total of four sect-protecting artifacts. The other three are pseudo-artifacts. The Yulin Bell is the only special-grade artifact among them. Normally, it shouldn't appear in this war."

Feng Xiuhu sneered: "Well, they're here to kill all our people."

Taren Zhu also nodded and said, "I guess the temple originally intended to use the Yulin Bell as a trump card in the most crucial battle to directly settle the matter. However, they didn't expect that you, Father Feng, would force them to use it in advance to save their lives."

Feng Xiuhu was playing with a lighter in his hand, and felt that Vadracho was too concerned about his reputation.

If he could be as shameless as Shen Miao, he wouldn't be so passive.

"Then how can we fight?"

Feng Xiuhu spread his hands and said, "The other side has weapons of mass destruction, and we're still in the primitive stages of fighting. There's no way we can win!"

Tarenzhu also fell silent, as if the outcome of this battle had already been decided.

Shunzi muttered quietly to the side: "No matter how powerful something is, it still needs people to use it - why not find a way to steal it."

Feng Xiuhu's eyes lit up.

But Tarenzhu said, "That's unrealistic. There are only two entrances to the port area, and we are located at a high point. The temple only needs to send people to keep an eye on us at all times, and anyone who tries to enter the port area will not escape their eyes."

Feng Xiuhu originally wanted to try climbing down the wall at night, but changed his mind and gave up - even the church has twin magic circles as a warning measure, and the temple will definitely not ignore such a big loophole.

The sounds of fighting around gradually died down, and the battle was gradually coming to an end.

With the help of the mist beasts and the support of the top guard officer Kalus, the leaderless ceremonial officers were soon completely unable to resist.

……

Under the cover of night, Feng Xiuhu sat on the stone railing, staring at the port area below in a daze.

The street behind me was illuminated by dense gas lamps.

The Divine Guards were cleaning up the battlefield, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of blood.

Not long ago, the Divine Guards came to report that the battle at the eastern entrance was also over. The temple monks failed to break through the defense line. After learning that the battle in the west had failed, they quickly chose to retreat first.

Guard Officer Morgan led a team of Divine Guards and took the initiative to undertake the task of night patrols, traveling back and forth between the east and west sides.

Mike dragged his tired body to behind Feng Xiuhu.

"The mayor came again, but this time he was smarter and sent someone unimportant to negotiate."

Feng Xiuhu laughed and said, "He hasn't given up yet?"

Mike also smiled helplessly: "If the temple had won, he might have been more confident, but unfortunately he miscalculated."

"Father Gran knew how tough your attitude was, and he was still furious after the fight, so he arrested the man in a rage."

Feng Xiuhu nodded, as long as the road was not opened, it would be fine.

"Cough, cough, cough."

Mike's throat is not feeling well—he's almost hoarse from all the prayers he's been saying today.

He advised: "You should also rest early, the temple will come again."

Feng Xiuhu pretended not to hear.

In order not to affect morale, he and Taren Zhu did not disclose the fact that the temple had the Yu Lin Bell, but he couldn't sleep because of this.

"Aside from the two passages, is there really no other way to enter the port area?"

Feng Xiuhu murmured, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or asking Mike.

"Of course."

Mike casually replied, "How else do you think the sea caravans transported goods to the port area?"

(End of this chapter)