Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 343, Section 342: From Actress to Singer
Compared to her identity as the Goddess of Wind and Rain, she needs people to remember Liu Ying'er as a person.

On his very first day in the city, Feng Xiuhu enjoyed a performance on Linlang Street, a feast for the eyes.

At this point, Shi told him that this kind of opera was a unique style, famous and passed down from ancient times to the present, and was called "Willow Branch Opera".

Willow Branch Opera is known for its melodious singing, graceful dancing, and strong narrative performance style, and is more common in the southeastern part of the Eastern Continent.

But if you ask why it's called that, because of its long history, few people can say for sure anymore, and even the elders in the school don't have a unified explanation.

Some say that the name comes from the fact that the original master built a stage under a willow tree, which established the rules and the name accordingly; others say that the dance moves were graceful, like willow branches swaying in the wind, hence the name; still others say that all of the above are nonsense, and the truth is not that complicated, the reason is very simple - because the original master's surname was Liu (willow).

"Liuzhi Opera was created by Feng Yu. She wants to perform on stage so that more people will remember her."

The eclipse brought this matter to a conclusion.

"Back then, there weren't even telephones. If you wanted to become famous, you had to resort to such low-class methods."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized: "Then she's quite up-to-date."

Isn't it?

Liu Ying'er, who used to be a theatrical performer on a high stage, is now a popular singer in a nightclub.

"and many more."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly noticed something suspicious: "Has she always been called by this name?"

Shi knew what Feng Xiuhu wanted to ask: "Her name has never changed, but she erases people's memories every few decades. Otherwise, if people find out that an opera singer has lived for hundreds or thousands of years, wouldn't they think she's an old monster? Anyway, with the temple secretly helping, it would be easy to make her popular again."

Just as I reached the entrance to the Broken Wave Bridge, a familiar voice suddenly called out from ahead: "Big Brother!"

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw that it was Shunzi—he wasn't alone; Mike, who was foaming at the mouth, was tucked under his thick arms.

With the help of good luck, Mike was finally put down by Shunzi before he passed out.

Feng Xiuhu found it strange and asked, "How did you get in? Weren't the city gates closed?"

"Ride a rickshaw."

Shunzi replied, "I can't run fast with Mike. Luckily, we met a rickshaw driver on the road. He said there was no business in the city today, so he came out of the city to try his luck, and that's how we met."

Feng Xiuhu looked suspicious: "How many people did he take money from?"

Shunzi pointed at Mike, then at himself: "Three."

Feng Xiuhu slapped his thigh: "I knew it was him!"

Feng Xiuhu gritted his teeth and pressed on, "The city gate was blocked by the temple, how did you get into the city?"

Shunzi shook his head blankly: "I don't know, I didn't see clearly. I felt like I hadn't run for long, and in the blink of an eye I was in the city."

Something's strange about this. Shunzi couldn't explain it, so they had to ask the person in charge.

Feng Xiuhu then asked, "Where is the coachman?"

Shunzi grinned and said, "He said that you still held a grudge against him, so he let us get off the bus after we went down the slope."

The coachman was quick-witted. Feng Xiuhu had nowhere to vent his anger, so he turned to Mike and yelled, "You have no sense of propriety at all. Hurry up and take off this skin, or the temple monks passing by will take your head off."

Mike was still unclear about what had happened, but he knew that listening to Feng Xiuhu was the right thing to do, so he quickly stripped off the priest's robe.

The sea was calm in the distance. Shunzi asked, "Brother, has the evil god retreated?"

Feng Xiuhu sneered: "Not only was the evil god driven away, but even the god of mist was dealt with by the goddess of wind and rain."

Shunzi's eyes widened. Although he was shocked, he had seen too much today, so he did not panic.

Instead, Mike jumped up and shouted, "What?! Then stop chatting and let's run away!"

Feng Xiuhu glanced at him calmly and continued to say to Shunzi, "I told you long ago that the God of Mist is unreliable, didn't I tell you?"

Shunzi nodded in agreement: "Whatever you say is right, brother." Mike pulled Feng Xiuhu up and said urgently: "Let's leave these things for later. Let's think of a way to get out of the city and join up with the main force of the Divine Guard Army. Then we'll be safe."

Feng Xiuhu ignored him and continued talking to Shunzi: "The church is even more unreliable. You know better than me how many people are in the Feiquan'ao camp. There must be at least eight thousand, if not ten thousand. And what happened? They couldn't even be enough to defeat Wan Laiqiu alone."

Mike froze, his voice trembling: "...The entire legion was wiped out?"

Feng Xiuhu waved his hand: "It's not that bad."

Just as Mike was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Feng Xiuhu laughed and said, "He's in."

Mike nearly choked on his breath. Feng Xiuhu said matter-of-factly, "The main crystal is gone, what are you waiting for if you don't vote?"

He put his arm around Mike's shoulder: "Father Mike, the time has come to prove your faith—do you want to be a coward for life, or a hero for a moment?"

Mike was practically stammering, "W-how do you say that?"

Feng Xiuhu urged him, "Let's think of a way to kill Wan Laiqiu and avenge the church."

Mike trembled violently, forcing a dry laugh: "You know me, I'm not actually that devout. I even had to take medicine to get through the breakthrough ceremony back then..."

While Feng Xiuhu was teasing Mike, Shunzi inadvertently turned his head and saw the devastation in the city.

He paused for a moment, then suddenly strode to the white stone wall, leaned on the railing, and stared wide-eyed down below.

"This, this... is an evil god..."

"It wasn't done by an evil god."

Feng Xiuhu followed.

It should be left to whoever is responsible; we can't pin all the blame on the Seven-Colored Scales.

Moreover, due to the obstruction of the Broken Wave Bridge, the water level in the Bottom City area hardly rose. Apart from the ditches blasted out by the Water Suppression Division, Bottom City became the least affected place in this incident caused by the evil god.

Shunzi's anxiety hadn't subsided. He grabbed Feng Xiuhu's shoulder and asked, "How are the family members? How are the choir brothers?"

Feng Xiuhu slapped his forehead—what a mess! He had completely forgotten about this.

"You'll have to ask him about that."

Feng Xiuhu took off his top hat and placed it in the air, revealing Mr. Gray's figure.

Before Mr. Grey could speak, Mike started shouting.

"It's him! It's him!"

Mike jumped up and down, shouting, "I knew it wasn't a dream!"

Mr. Grey nodded to him: "We meet again, Mr. Mike."

Mike didn't dare to reply. He quickly hid behind Shunzi and whispered a warning: "Be careful. I've heard that these kinds of monsters that have become spirits eat people."

Shunzi slapped him away: "You don't know anything, they grew up eating rice."

Mr. Gray adjusted his bow tie and smiled somewhat awkwardly.

Feng Xiuhu grabbed him and asked, "Never mind them for now, where did you hide my people?"

Mr. Gray smiled slightly: "A mouse hole."

He pointed down to the city below: "That's my home too."

PS: In Chapter 295, Shi had already said that the Thousand Miles of Love Tree was something Wan Laiqiu asked for on behalf of Liu Ying'er.

P.S.: Wishing all college entrance exam students success in their exams and a bright future!

(End of this chapter)