Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 385, 384: He Escapes, She Chases

Once you come up the stairs, all the previous noise is shut out.

An ornate iron gate appeared before him, but this did not stop Feng Xiuhu. He silently cast a spell, making his spirit form more ethereal, and then tried to reach out his hand, his five fingers passing straight through the gate.

Upon entering the room, Feng Xiuhu quickly scanned the surroundings and found no one inside.

A pleasant fragrance filled the air, and the space was somewhat dim because the lights were off.

This appears to be a hall used for receiving guests, but what first caught Feng Xiuhu's attention was the glass floor that covered the entire hall—underneath the glass was a clear river, with countless koi swimming in it.

There were indeed fish!

Feng Xiuhu perked up and looked around at other corners.

Sofas and coffee tables were placed on one side of the hall, and not far from the sofas was the balcony. At this moment, the glass doors of the balcony were wide open, and the river breeze was blowing in, causing the gauze curtains by the door to flutter.

There was a leather-bound notebook on the coffee table, which seemed to have been frequently read, so much so that the cover had faded a bit.

Feng Xiuhu walked over to check when he suddenly heard the clattering of high heels outside the door.

Without thinking twice, he slipped behind the gauze curtain on the balcony.

The sound of a key being inserted and the door opened came from outside. Feng Xiuhu saw two figures walk in—but he couldn't see their faces through the gauze curtain, only that they were two women.

The one walking in front was taller and wore a fitted evening gown; the one walking behind was dressed in a formal dark red dress and held a bouquet of flowers in her arms—if they hadn't spoken, Feng Xiuhu would have almost thought they were men.

The tall woman casually handed her small handbag to the woman in the dress behind her and asked, "Who sent the flowers?"

The woman in Western-style dress replied, "It's still the Secretary for Justice, Li Guanlan. You didn't accept it the previous times, but this time you personally delivered it to the door of Shi Wu Yu."

The tall woman sighed with a hint of helplessness: "Next time, no matter who it is, I'll just refuse any offer that's delivered to my doorstep. I'll just make up some excuse—like I can't stand the smell of certain flowers or something."

Her gaze lingered on the bouquet for a moment, then she took two flowers, walked to the opposite wall, and placed them in a vase on the sideboard.

Feng Xiuhu's gaze followed her movement, and he then noticed above the opposite side cabinet—a black and white portrait was hanging on the wall.

The photo shows a young man in a suit with a serious expression.

Feng Xiuhu couldn't resist wanting to see more clearly, so he tilted his head and peeked out from behind the gauze curtain.

If he hadn't moved, it would have been fine; no one would have noticed him in the dim light. But this movement caused trouble.

The woman in the Western-style dress caught a glimpse of something moving behind the gauze curtain out of the corner of her eye. She immediately became alert and looked over, her gaze locking onto Feng Xiuhu: "Who's there?"

This woman is a nun!

Knowing things were going badly, Feng Xiuhu quickly covered his face with his sleeve, turned around, and jumped off the balcony.

The woman in the Western-style dress stepped onto the balcony in a few strides, leaned on the railing, and looked down, seeing that Feng Xiuhu had already landed on the third deck.

She turned around and shouted to the tall woman, "Go back to your bedroom and lock the door. Don't go anywhere until I get back!"

After saying that, the woman in the Western-style dress jumped over the railing without hesitation.

……

"Cooking and crafting weapons have similarities—for example, both require careful control of heat."

Shi and Shunzi were chatting animatedly in the lobby.

Shi said with great seriousness, "Think about it, in this world, who can play with fire better than Xi Jun? So how could her cooking be bad?"

Shunzi, though confused, nodded in agreement: "That makes sense... but do gods need to eat too?"

Shi waved his hand and said, "Eat if you want to eat, don't eat if you don't want to eat. I don't know about others, but Xi Jun has a big appetite. He never misses three meals a day, and sometimes he even has to have a midnight snack when he wakes up in the middle of the night because he's hungry."

Shunzi murmured, "She has quite a good appetite..."

Just then, Shi suddenly sensed something and turned to look out the window.

The next second, a commotion came from outside.

Shunzi turned his head and saw a familiar figure running wildly down the street.

Where is he going?

Shi asked in confusion.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure in a deep red dress came close behind him.

Shunzi exclaimed anxiously, "Something's happened! Let's go!" Seeing the two of them stand up, the lady in the cheongsam immediately stepped forward and asked, "Have you two finished eating?"

Shunzi didn't have time to say much to her. He took out his wallet, pulled out a stack of gold notes, and stuffed them into the cheongsam-clad lady's hand: "Keep the change."

After saying that, the two hurriedly walked outside.

……

The woman in the Western dress was chasing closely behind him, and Feng Xiuhu didn't dare to go back into his body directly. The only thing he could do was run past where Shunzi could see him, hoping to warn him.

"Go away!"

Hearing a woman's shouts from behind, Feng Xiuhu ran even faster.

Feng Xiuhu was actually anxious, because he was no longer with Shi—so he couldn't use his authority and could only rely on his own existing methods.

Moreover, his strength was already diminished when he fought without his physical body, and knowing that he was in the wrong, he did not want to easily reveal his true form, which is why he kept running away.

He covered his face and turned to the woman in the Western-style dress, shouting, "Fine, fine, I won't come next time, okay? Can you please stop chasing me?"

The woman chased after him, asking, "Tell me first, who sent you!"

Feng Xiuhu didn't stop walking and replied, "No one sent me! I was just passing by!"

"You're just passing by someone's house? Do you think I'm a child?!"

As the distance closed, the woman made a hand seal and shouted at Feng Xiuhu, "Show mercy everywhere!"

Confused, Feng Xiuhu sped up again: "Stop chasing me, we have no feelings for each other!"

The woman was surprised, but had no time to think further. She immediately changed her hand seals, spreading her five fingers towards Feng Xiuhu in front of her—

Fine red lines shot out from his palm, flying towards Feng Xiuhu's back.

Feng Xiuhu noticed something amiss out of the corner of his eye. Looking down, he saw countless red lines piercing through his chest and then, with undiminished force, plunging into the ground in front of him, sending pebbles flying everywhere.

Feng Xiuhu himself was not affected in the slightest.

"The Temple of Marriage?"

He even took the time to turn around and ask a question.

The woman was terrified and shouted again, "Stop! I'm not chasing you anymore!"

After saying that, he actually stood still in the same spot.

Feng Xiuhu looked around and realized that the two of them had unknowingly run to a secluded and deserted place. When he saw the woman stop, he thought for a moment and stopped as well, maintaining a relatively safe distance.

The woman in Western clothes had figured it out—facing her spells, Feng Xiuhu was not only unharmed, but completely ignored them. His cultivation was far superior to hers, yet Feng Xiuhu didn't even retaliate. Either he was deliberately teasing her, or he genuinely meant no harm.

The woman in Western-style dress bowed to Feng Xiuhu and said, "There may be a misunderstanding here. May I ask which family you are from? Please explain it clearly here, and I will not make things difficult for you."

Feng Xiuhu's eyes darted around: "It's definitely a misunderstanding, but if you're asking which family I belong to, first of all, it can't be the Temple of Marriage..."

These words were spoken without being said, and the woman in the Western-style dress looked confused.

"You certainly don't seem like someone from a matchmaking temple..."

She instinctively chimed in.

But the words are not finished yet.

Boom——! !

With a sudden, muffled sound, the woman in the dress was struck hard on the back of the head.

Before her vision went black, she looked back in disbelief, only to see a copper pipe magnified in her field of vision.

Boom——! !

Another sound.

As the shadows faded in the darkness, Shunzi and Shi's figures became visible.

Seeing the woman in the Western-style dress lying unconscious on the ground, Shunzi breathed a sigh of relief.

He dropped the water pipe he had broken off from somewhere and laughed at Feng Xiuhu, "Brother, this woman's head is really hard."

(End of this chapter)