Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 364 363 A Frantic Escape
"Um!"

The Master of Ceremonies dared not move, but gestured with his eyes.

Feng Xiuhu pulled out the gun barrel, moved to a different position, and pressed the muzzle against his chin.

The Master of Ceremonies was now completely obedient, and immediately begged for mercy: "Hero, spare my life! I don't know anything!"

Feng Xiuhu sneered, "What use are you to me if you know nothing?"

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the Master of Ceremonies changed his mind: "Wrong, wrong! I actually know something!"

Feng Xiuhu stared at him coldly.

The Master of Ceremonies breathed a sigh of relief: "The corpses are used to nourish the Blood-Glow Locust Tree."

Feng Xiuhu frowned: "What is the Bloodlight Locust Tree?"

The master of ceremonies quickly replied, "It is a kind of tree that usually grows in front of the graves where the dead are buried, but it is not common. Its leaves are red, so if people see this tree growing on the graves of their ancestors, they feel that their family will suffer a bloody disaster, hence the name."

Feng Xiuhu thought for a moment and then asked, "Why does Caiyi Temple keep blood-light locust trees?"

The Master of Ceremonies shook his head blankly: "I really don't know. I've only heard that the core of the Bloodlight Locust Tree can be used as a material for refining pills. These pills are beneficial for strengthening the body, but I've been in the temple for so long and have never seen any similar pills."

This makes no sense.

Feng Xiuhu's thoughts raced—if it was for alchemy, then the Caiyi Temple would have to cut down the trees, but if the trees were all cut down, what would be left to grow? Besides, the Master of Ceremonies said that the Bloodlight Locust Tree was not common, which meant that this thing couldn't be grown just anywhere.

Furthermore, the Master of Ceremonies stated that he had never seen any elixir, indicating that what the Caiyi Temple sought was not the tree core at all.

This also indirectly confirms that the Master of Ceremonies was not lying; he truly did not know more.

At this moment, Shunzi returned with Fang Youliu.

As soon as Fang Youliu entered, he saw the interrogation scene in the courtyard and couldn't help but shout, "Is this how you probe for information?"

boom!
Feng Xiuhu shot the cleavage through the cleavage of the Master of Ceremonies, patted his buttocks and got up: "Finished scouting, let's get out of here."

Fang opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.

Shunzi went down into the cellar and carried the woman back up. He looked slightly anxious: "Brother, she seems to be about to collapse."

When Feng Xiuhu turned his head, he saw that the woman was slumped on Shunzi's back as if she had no bones, and had already fallen into a coma.

Feng Xiuhu cursed, "She was perfectly fine last night! I think she just didn't want to walk! She was faking it! She was definitely faking it!"

Shunzi couldn't help but smile wryly: "I'm afraid I can't fake it that well. When you left this morning, I went to wake her up and found that I couldn't wake her up. When I touched her, her body was burning hot, so she must have started having a fever last night."

"Let me touch it."

Feng Xiuhu still didn't believe it and stepped forward to put his hand inside the woman's clothes.

Fang Youliu pushed him away: "Do you even know how to feel it?"

As Fang Youliu had Shunzi lay the woman flat on the haystack, he explained, "She was already injured, and she hadn't had a drop of water for most of the days she was in the police station. After she was rescued last night, the tension in her mind suddenly eased, so all sorts of problems came to the fore."

Fang Youliu drew a rune on his left palm and then pressed it against the woman's chest.

Starting from the spot where the hand was pressed, a milky-white radiance rippled outwards and quickly spread throughout the woman's body, causing the remaining wounds on her body to begin healing.

Fang Youliu said, "I can only treat external injuries; I can't solve the internal ailments. She needs to see a doctor as soon as possible and get some medicine."

"Is this a spell from the Church of Life?"

Feng Xiuhu had wanted to ask this question last night: "Does your academy even have the authority to 'heal'?"

"No."

Fang Youliu shook his head: "It's not like you have to have authority to learn spells. In the early Third and Fourth Ages, spells and faith were not directly related, and almost everyone could learn them—the Academy collected many ancient spells and deciphered them to reconstruct ancient spells."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly realized that he had overlooked this issue—the Mystic Academy possessed a wide variety of spells. If they only knew spells specific to those with authority, then they wouldn't be much different from the Temple Church. And if they didn't have authority, where did they get their spells from?

The answer is obvious. Spells altered by the new gods are like spells with a key called "faith" added to them. The scholars of the academy simply cannot master them, so the spells they possess can only come from one place—history.

Feng Xiuhu nodded thoughtfully—no wonder the Mystic Academy would trade with the Church of the Mist. Before, Feng Xiuhu thought that an antique stone tablet could be worth anything, but it turned out that the valuable thing was the content recorded on it.

Shunzi's call interrupted Feng Xiuhu's thoughts: "Brother! Where do we retreat to?"

He had already picked the woman up again and was waiting for Feng Xiuhu's instructions.

"Get out of the city first!"

Feng Xiuhu picked up his suitcase and walked outside: "Caiyi Temple left a mark on this woman. As long as she is still in the city, we will find her sooner or later. So the farther we are from Jiangluoxi, the better."

The carriage was parked outside the courtyard, and it had been transformed back into a horse-drawn carriage.

Once everyone was seated and settled, Liu Yi shook the reins, and the carriage started moving.

Jiangluo Creek is not large; a main street connects the north and south city gates, and there is no other way to leave the city.

Fang drove his six-wheel drive vehicle onto the main street, and upon seeing the scene before him, he slapped his forehead, regretting it too late.

The main street was bustling with people, and the horse-drawn carriages could not move at all.

Fang Youliu turned to Feng Xiuhu and asked, "What do you mean? At this rate, can we get out of the city before Caiyi Temple finds us?"

"How the hell would I know?"

Feng Xiuhu was constantly shaking his leg, feeling deeply annoyed by the traffic jam—a habit that seemed to be vaguely inherited from a past life.

Shunzi suddenly tugged at Feng Xiuhu.

He pressed himself against the wall and pointed to the window.

Feng Xiuhu lifted the curtain a crack and looked outside.

On the rooftop across the street, a temple priest in colorful robes was holding a talisman and looking this way. When he lifted the curtain, Feng Xiuhu's gaze met his.

Feng Xiuhu lowered the curtain, leaned close to Fang Youliu's back, and whispered, "Get ready to run."

Fang Youliu was stunned, looking at the crowd blocking the way ahead: "How do we get there?"

The words have not yet fallen.

Feng Xiuhu flung open the curtain, stood on the carriage shaft, and fired a shot into the sky.

boom!
A sudden gunshot rang out, and the bustling street fell silent for a moment as people turned to look.

Feng Xiuhu roared, "Master Ma has arrived! Get out of the way!"

wow——

The crowd erupted in chaos, pushing and shoving to get out of the way.

"drive!"

As Fang Youliu shouted, the two horses galloped off at full speed, and Feng Xiuhu, caught off guard, tumbled into the carriage.

"Chirp—"

A long, drawn-out whistle came from outside, followed by someone shouting, "That's the car!"

"Stop them!"

(End of this chapter)