Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 315 314 Shunzi's Nightmare

To avoid arousing suspicion, Feng Xiuhu stopped there and did not ask any further questions.

After bidding farewell to the Goddess of Wind and Rain, Feng Xiuhu walked on his way home, feeling as if he had missed something.

It wasn't until he reached his front door and saw Mike crouching under the wall lamp that he realized what he had forgotten—he had forgotten Mike.

Upon seeing Feng Xiuhu, Mike quickly stood up: "What exactly happened?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stumbled and fell forward uncontrollably.

Feng Xiuhu quickly grabbed him.

Mike rubbed his legs and hissed, "Hiss... my legs are numb from squatting."

Feng Xiuhu helped him sit down on the roadside: "How did you know something happened?"

Mike couldn't help but chuckle: "You sent the choir and the whole family to the bottom of town. I didn't even have to ask around; I heard people talking about it on my way home from work—they said that Crazy Tiger is definitely up to something again, and we should make sure to lock the door properly tonight."

Feng Xiuhu nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He took out a cigarette and offered one to Mike: "If the God of Mist and the Seven-Colored Scales were to fight, whose side would you take?"

Mike took the cigarette, puzzled, and asked, "Who is Seven-Colored Scale?"

Feng Xiuhu then realized that ordinary people had no idea about these things, so he changed his words: "They are evil gods in the sea."

Mike was about to put the cigarette in his mouth when he heard this, his hand trembled, and the cigarette fell to the ground.

He picked up the cigarette again and said irritably, "Can't you just stop scaring me like this?"

Feng Xiuhu looked at him seriously: "I wasn't trying to scare you this time."

Mike hesitated for a long time before speaking: "Then of course I'll help..."

He paused, shook his head, and laughed, "No, who am I? Does the God of Mist need my help? If something this serious really happens, the most important thing is to hide and save your life."

Feng Xiuhu lit a lighter and handed it to Mike, who shielded his eyes from the wind and leaned closer to light the cigarette.

Suddenly, Feng Xiuhu asked, "What if the God of Mist and the Goddess of Wind and Rain start fighting?"

Mike's smile vanished – he couldn't help the God of Mist and the Goddess of Wind and Rain in their battle, but their fighting meant the Church and the Temple would also have to fight.

He glanced cautiously at Feng Xiuhu: "...Who do you think I should help?"

Feng Xiuhu said, "I think you should help me."

Mike's eyelids twitched: "Then who are you helping?"

Feng Xiuhu said matter-of-factly, "I'm helping myself."

Mike chuckled dryly, "I'm afraid my skills aren't of much help."

"I can help."

Feng Xiuhu patted Mike on the shoulder: "You have to help me find Shunzi. If the main force of the Divine Guard Army enters the city tomorrow, you have to find him as soon as possible, and then take Shunzi with you to the bottom city to escape the disaster."

Mike was stunned: "Tomorrow?"

Feng Xiuhu nodded: "The Seven-Colored Scales will arrive tomorrow."

Mike stood frozen in place, his lips trembling slightly.

Feng Xiuhu said, "I'm not lying to you."

Mike said, "I know."

Feng Xiuhu asked, "How did you know?"

Mike opened his mouth slightly: "The Duke of Daguo left Fancheng today. I heard it from the officials. They said he went to inspect factories in other cities. It turns out he went to avoid disaster."

Feng Xiuhu nodded knowingly and smiled, "That's right, he's an important figure, the Western gods can't bear to see him die."

……

With the big event approaching, Mike decided not to go home and would spend the night at Feng Xiuhu's house.

The two didn't chat for long before returning to their respective rooms.

Because Feng Xiuhu had another important thing to do—sleep.

He was eager to fall asleep, waiting to see if Shunzi would reply.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. Feng Xiuhu was wide awake and tossed and turned in bed for a long time before forcing himself to fall asleep.

As he drifted into a dream, Feng Xiuhu found himself in a pitch-black, empty space.

He tried to take a step, and with each step, ripples spread across the ground beneath his feet.

He was standing on the lake.

The black lake surface obscured its depth, and Feng Xiuhu didn't know why he hadn't sunk, but since it was a dream, he didn't delve into it further.

He looked up and saw Shunzi standing in the middle of the lake not far away, with her back to him.

Feng Xiuhu quickly ran over and called out, "Shunzi!"

Shunzi turned around, his eyes lifeless, as if he were just an empty shell, and handed the envelope to Feng Xiuhu.

Feng Xiuhu eagerly opened the letter to check it.

There was no quill pen in the envelope, which was also Feng Xiuhu's request—he was unaware of the impending great event when he wrote the letter yesterday, so he asked Shunzi to keep the quill pen on his person so that the message could be delivered in time.

Feng Xiuhu quickly finished reading the letter, his brows gradually furrowing.

"A magical gem? Buried in a fixed location? Training elite soldiers? What do these have to do with fighting a war?"

Feng Xiuhu did learn more information from Shunzi, but he still couldn't connect it with what was going to happen tomorrow.

He looked at Shunzi, but felt helpless—because that was all Shunzi knew.

Although he knew Shunzi couldn't hear, Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but whisper his instructions.

"Shunzi, be careful, you can't get into trouble..."

The voice just fell.

The dark lake surface suddenly shrank inward at an extremely fast speed, eventually stopping at the feet of Feng Xiuhu and Shunzi, leaving only a radius of more than ten meters.

Feng Xiuhu was startled and cautiously observed his surroundings.

Upon closer inspection, a problem was discovered—the lake hadn't shrunk; only the previously pitch-black parts had turned into a lustrous white, like jade.

What does it mean?
Just as I was wondering, the still-black part beneath my feet suddenly trembled.

An immense sense of fear instantly enveloped his entire body, and Feng Xiuhu's scalp tingled with tension—what kind of lake was this?
It was clearly an eye staring at him!

The dream suddenly vanished.

Feng Xiuhu suddenly opened his eyes, rolled over in bed and sat up, only to find that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

"Did you get the letter?"

Eclipse asked.

Feng Xiuhu quickly asked him, "Did you see it?"

Eclipse countered, "What do you see?"

"A dream! That eye!"

Feng Xiuhu tried his best to explain: "Can't you see such big eyes?"

Shi said, "You're the one dreaming, of course I can't see it."

Feng Xiuhu asked incredulously, "Aren't we the same spirit?"

Shi asked him helplessly, "Do you know what I'm thinking right now?"

Feng Xiuhu was taken aback: "How would I know what you're thinking?"

"Isn't that right?"

Shi laughed and said, "I don't know what you're thinking either—although we are the same spirit, we have two 'brains'."

Feng Xiuhu still couldn't understand: "But didn't you enter my dream back then?"

He was referring to the time right after he transmigrated.

Shi had no choice but to patiently explain, "Because that wasn't a real dream, but an illusion I created in the Dream Forest."

Feng Xiuhu calmed down a bit: "So I just had a nightmare?"

Shi smiled helplessly: "It could be Shunzi's nightmare. Instead of dwelling on that, let's get down to business. What exactly did Shunzi say in the letter?"

That made sense. Fearing that thinking too much would make him forget the contents of the letter, Feng Xiuhu quickly recounted everything described in the letter.

(End of this chapter)