Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 440, 439: A Lucky Break

Although his expression wasn't visible, Henry Wu's face probably wasn't looking too good.

His tone also became less friendly: "You know, before I came to Free City, I followed Bishop Samuel. He once told me that the people of the Mist Church always had a nauseating smell of the sea. Even if they put down their plundering scimitars and put on solemn priestly robes, that stench had long been ingrained in their blood. Even if you couldn't smell it with your nose, you could always detect it once you came into contact with them."

Feng Xiuhu was baffled: "I don't know him, how would I know?"

"Ah."

Henry Wu sneered, "Now I think he's absolutely right."

Shunzi, who was hiding in the fog, spoke up: "Big brother, it sounds like he's cursing you."

Feng Xiuhu chimed in, "Then why don't you beat him up for me?"

boom!
A burst of flame shot through the mist, and the scorching bullet passed right through the shadow as if it hadn't encountered any resistance.

Henry Wu couldn't help but sneer: "I knew there were two of you all along. Did you think I wouldn't be on guard..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Feng Xiuhu raised his hand and beckoned, and Henry Wu felt his body fly uncontrollably toward Feng Xiuhu.

Henry Wu panicked and tried to burrow into the ground, but to no avail. He instinctively thought that a leaf had fallen out and tried to reach out to touch it, but found that he could not move at all.

He suddenly realized that he was still in shadow form, so how could the leaves not be on his body?

But Feng Xiuhu didn't care how many things Henry Wu was thinking in that instant. He grabbed Shadow's shoulders with both hands and shook him violently, like shaking a bed sheet.

Wow!

The shadow that was originally human-shaped was instantly shaken into a thin sheet.

Before he could stop moving, Feng Xiuhu deftly folded the "black cloth" back and forth, reducing it to the size of a notebook in just a few seconds.

Feng Xiuhu muttered to himself, "What nonsense are you spouting? Do you think I don't need to pay for oil?"

In order to maintain his power, Feng Xiuhu's magical power was constantly being depleted. How could he have so much time to fight with Henry Wu?

With a series of sharp cracking sounds, Feng Xiuhu tore the shadow in his hand into pieces as he spoke.

His casual manner made it seem like he was tearing up a piece of waste paper.

He casually tossed the fragments aside, and the scattered shadows slowly drifted down, fading away upon contact with the ground, revealing their original physical forms.

It depicts a scene of scattered pieces of flesh and limbs.

The smell of blood immediately filled the air.

Feng Xiuhu ignored him, clapped his hands, and looked across at the other side: "Next!"

With Henry Wu's tragic death before them, the murderer remained calm and collected. Intimidated by his imposing presence, the people opposite him all took a step back in unison.

You Renjiao was equally terrified, but he knew he had to maintain his composure at this critical juncture, so he shouted, "Disciples, listen to my command! Prepare to engage the enemy!"

Clang——

The cultivators struck their short forks in unison, creating a deafening sound like thunder.

Seeing this, Feng Xiuhu grinned and gave a thumbs-up to the person opposite him: "You have guts."

Having said that, he retreated into the mist.

The fog began to boil again.

Taking advantage of the lull, You Renjiao whispered to the Night Priest beside him, "The enemy is quite skilled. Judging from their posture, this is not going to end well. Quickly inform your bishop and high priest and ask them to come to our aid immediately."

The priest of the night fled in panic.

You Renjiao turned around; the fog was already closing in.

He took a deep breath, pulled out a stack of talismans from his sleeve, and shouted, "Form the Thunderous God-Shaking Array!" As soon as he finished speaking, the cultivators dispersed and took their positions, each circulating their magical power.

As You Renjiao scattered the talismans, dark clouds quickly gathered in the sky, with flashes of lightning.

The remaining priests of the night were not idle either. The Divine Guard marched forward, forming a protective array, while the deacons began to chant prayers while holding pendants. The temperature in the air gradually decreased, and a layer of white frost condensed on the roadside weeds.

Everyone was prepared and on high alert.

You Renjiao considered countless possibilities: how would the enemy attack? Would it be the Mist Beasts commonly used by the Mist Church? Or would they first use the mist to divide them up and then defeat them one by one? Or would they simply deprive them of their sense of direction, causing their formation to collapse on its own?
Since there were only two people on the other side, these were the few relatively appropriate methods that You Renjiao could think of.

Until he heard a dull rumble.

"Buzzing..."

What is this sound?
You Renjiao felt extremely unfamiliar with the place, and this unfamiliarity made him feel inexplicably uneasy. He stared intently into the fog.

The sound grew closer and louder.

I'm coming!
With a tremendous roar of its engine, a colossal machine burst through the fog!

You Renjiao's eyes widened, and for a moment he even forgot to cry out. He could only watch helplessly as the cultivators in the formation were thrown about, one after another crushed under the wheels amidst screams of agony.

……

Shunzi was also very nervous. He held the gun in one hand and gripped the handle of the window tightly with the other. His buttocks were almost numb from being jostled around.

Feng Xiuhu, standing next to him, grinned maliciously. He floored the accelerator, his eyes gleaming with excitement: "What Thunderous Divine Array? I thought it was a speed bump."

Shunzi opened his mouth but remained silent, staring blankly ahead—what cultivators? What Divine Guard? Anyone who stood in his way was either knocked away, coughing up blood, or run over. In front of this car, which Feng Xiuhu called "Da Yun," everyone was treated equally.

Shunzi had seen cars driven by officials and dignitaries, but he had never seen one this big.

Amidst the laughter, Feng Xiuhu kept honking the horn, the long, drawn-out blasts seemingly providing accompaniment to the screams and wails of the crowd.

The truck didn't stop; it ran over the crowd and sped straight toward the distant tower.

……

Boom! !
The heavy truck crashed through the wall and plunged into the park.

It was only when Feng Xiuhu got closer that he discovered this: there was a high wall built around the tower to prevent outsiders from entering.

With a wave of his hand, the heavy truck vanished into mist, and Shunzi, caught off guard, fell to the ground with a thud.

Feng Xiuhu looked up and saw the tower not far ahead.

Turning their attention back, a figure blocked their path.

To be precise, there were two people—in the perception of the Shadow Authority, Feng Xiuhu sensed that there was another shadow hiding in the shadows.

After glancing at the person's clothes, Feng Xiuhu couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Judging from the patterns on the chest of his long robe, this person was a high-ranking official.

"Isn't this place just a temple and a prayer hall?"

Feng Xiuhu gestured with his chin at the person opposite him: "Are you here on a business trip or have you been demoted?"

The man opposite silently took the long spear from his back and was also intently sizing up Feng Xiuhu: "Since you are a guest, you might as well state your name first."

Feng Xiuhu, without batting an eye, replied: "I am Chen Conat, the Bishop of the Sail City Cathedral."

The person opposite did not notice anything amiss and replied with a cupped hand: "My name is Zijin She, a high priest of the Jingzhe Temple."

Before the words were finished, a figure suddenly emerged from the shadow beneath Feng Xiuhu's feet, placing a hand on Feng Xiuhu's back: "You're lying!"

(End of this chapter)