Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 365 364 Speed ​​and Passion

Feng Xiuhu got up from the ground and lifted the carriage curtain again to look outside.

In just a short while, many figures of ceremonial attendants appeared on the rooftops along the street, running wildly across the eaves, chasing after the carriage.

Shunzi called out from the other car window, "Big brother! There are some over here too!"

"guessed!"

Feng Xiuhu replied, pulling out a pistol from his lower back.

Just as he was about to extend the gun, something shot towards him like a star, striking the outer wall of the carriage with a dull thud.

what?
Just as a question arose in his mind, Feng Xiuhu saw the master of ceremonies who was closest to him leap up, pull his hands in mid-air, and fly quickly toward the carriage.

Feng Xiuhu was taken aback. He stuck his head out and looked—it turned out to be a steel needle that had hit the outer wall!
In the short time it took, the Master of Ceremonies had already approached Feng Xiuhu by being pulled by the silk threads, and was about to kick Feng Xiuhu in the face.

Feng Xiuhu drew his gun and fired: "Spider-Man, you are!"

boom!
Blood gushed from the ceremonial officer's face as he slammed his head against the carriage, then fell and was run over by the wheels.

The carriage lurched violently, and Feng Xiuhu's forehead slammed hard against the window sill. Enraged, he yelled at Fang Youliu, "Do you even know how to drive?"

Fang Youliu looked serious. He was busy avoiding pedestrians and vendors and had no time to pay attention to Feng Xiuhu's unreasonable taunts.

Tuk-tuk-tuk!
Several more steel needles pierced the wall of the compartment. Feng Xiuhu had no time to complain about Fang Youliu, and went to the window to shoot again.

Shunzi tried to come over to help, but Feng Xiuhu kicked him back: "Go and worry about that!"

Without a word, Shunzi went to the other window. He stretched out his head and one arm, and when he saw the steel needles coming, he used his hand to block them, and the steel needles fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

On the other hand, Feng Xiuhu's situation was not so easy—even the body of a primordial god was still made of flesh and blood.

Feng Xiuhu was in a flurry of activity, one hand busy pulling out the steel needles stuck in the side wall, the other hand firing at the flying emissaries. Occasionally, when he encountered someone who slipped through the net, he would free up his hand to slap them down.

While he was busy and sweating profusely, the ceremonial staff on the opposite roof were also feeling apprehensive—thinking to themselves, who exactly were these two people in the carriage? One was thick-skinned and tough, and the other had an incredibly strong grip.

The two sides were deadlocked, and they were about to reach the city gate.

At this moment, someone in the ceremonial staff shouted, "Stop the carriage first! Shoot the horses and wheels!"

These words were like a wake-up call; the masters of ceremonies immediately had a clear objective and sprang into action.

Countless steel needles shot at him simultaneously. Fang Youliu drew runes, and vines grew rapidly from his sleeves, weaving a round shield on his arm to cover his head and face.

With nothing to shield the horse, steel needles pierced its flesh.

The horse, oblivious to the pain, remained unaffected and continued its gallop at full speed—the city gate was just ahead.

The two ceremonial officers who flew over using the momentum were shot down by Feng Xiuhu. Just as he was about to pull the trigger again, he heard a series of empty clicks.

The magazine is empty.

Feng Xiuhu threw his gun, hitting a master of ceremonies in the face, and turned his head to ask, "Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Fang Youliu shouted, "Almost there!"

As he looked back to observe the situation, a steel needle happened to fly by and hit Feng Xiuhu squarely on the nose.

Before he could even cry out in pain, he suddenly saw all the ceremonial officials on the roof stop in their tracks and stretch out their arms as if to pull him away—

Bang!
With a loud crash, the wheels, which were entangled in countless threads, broke off instantly, and the carriage came to an abrupt stop. The powerful inertia threw the four people inside the carriage violently out of the carriage.

Six men, their eyes blazing with fury, shouted in a hoarse voice, "My car!" Feng Xiuhu also covered his face and yelled, "My nose!"

After several muffled thuds, the four men rolled to the ground.

Feng Xiuhu got up, gasping for breath as he pulled out the steel needle stuck in his nose.

Seeing that Feng Xiuhu was alright, Shunzi hurriedly went to check on Zheng Ajuan's condition.

Fang Youliu was completely distraught, kneeling on the ground and staring blankly at the overturned carriage not far away—the two rear wheels of the carriage had fallen apart, and the rims were entangled with dense silk threads, lying helplessly on the ground.

The ceremonial staff jumped down from the roof and surrounded the four.

Shunzi carried Zheng Ajuan on his back and looked around warily: "Big brother, we can still escape. The city gate is not far ahead. I'll lead you to fight your way out!"

"Escape? What a load of rubbish!"

Feng Xiuhu threw the steel needle to the ground, his sinister eyes sweeping over the clerk: "I want them to compensate me for my emotional distress!"

"Pay up! You must pay up!"

Fang Youliu, who was standing next to him, suddenly yelled, "And my car too!"

The masters of ceremonies couldn't wait any longer, and suddenly someone ordered, "Take them down!"

Both sides moved simultaneously.

Shunzi roared and jumped into the crowd. He protected Zheng Ajuan with one hand and used only one hand to fight the enemy. He grabbed one person and started swinging wildly. With a casual sweep, a large number of people were sent flying.

Fang Youliu raised his vine shield to block the flying needles, and with his other hand quickly drew runes. As he pressed his hand to the ground, countless vines burst out of the ground and wrapped around the masters of ceremonies.

Shunzi was wary of Fang Youliu's presence, so he dared not go all out. Fang Youliu's spell had a pre-cast delay, so neither of them was as fast as Feng Xiuhu.

Several steel needles shot towards him, but Feng Xiuhu's magic power instantly flowed through his body. He took a step to the side and disappeared from the spot, leaving only an corrosive footprint on the ground.

The steel needles grazed past him, and Feng Xiuhu raised his hand and grabbed all the silk threads tightly. The corrosive red light, like an electric current, flashed along the direction of the threads. The ceremonial staff on the other end all screamed in agony as rust began to spread from their arms to their entire bodies.

Feng Xiuhu was not to be outdone. He grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and scattered it everywhere. As the dust settled, any official who came into contact with it was covered in rust and rolled on the ground in pain.

These ceremonial officials, though not many, numbered in the dozens; they were probably all the manpower that the Jiangluoxi Temple could muster.

The highest level of cultivation among them is only at the Spirit Realm, and some may even be stuck in the initial enlightenment stage. How could they withstand the torment of these three?
Within just two or three minutes, there was no one left who could still stand.

Fang Youliu was still afraid of causing trouble, so he didn't kill him. Shunzi was also alright; if he was lucky, he might have broken a few more bones and survived.

On the other hand, Feng Xiuhu's side was left with nothing but rust powder all over the ground.

Shunzi ran over carrying Zheng Ajuan on his back: "Brother, what do we do now? The car broke down, how are we going to get there?"

"Whoever broke it should pay for it."

Feng Xiuhu glared and said, "Capture someone alive to lead the way. We'll go to Caiyi Temple to settle accounts with them."

PS: Why did Feng Xiuhu not dare to use corrosive spells before, but now he is so unrestrained?
One reason is that when he was in Sail City, his identity was that of a Mist Priest, so he could only use Mist-related spells to deceive people.

Secondly, most people in this world lack understanding of the rules of erosion, so even if they see it, they don't know what it is (Hong Shenghuo knows because he is from the Xijun Temple and is a high-level True Person).
Thirdly, it's not Master Feng who's using magic now, but Master Ma.

I will not go into details further.

(End of this chapter)