Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 446-445 Solo Dance Under the Moon
Feng Xiuhu was also stunned, and subconsciously looked at the phone in front of him again.

He suddenly remembered.

The telephone I saw at the Enlightenment ceremony was white.

Although the pattern and design of the one in front of us are all the same, it is completely black.

A chill ran down Feng Xiuhu's spine, and he gripped his toes tightly—he had dialed the wrong number; anyone would be embarrassed in that situation.
Seeing Feng Xiuhu remain silent, a mocking laugh came from the receiver: "Heh, regretting answering this call?"

Feng Xiuhu chuckled awkwardly, "Hey, it doesn't matter who I talk to. I forgot to tell you earlier, there are actually two elevator operators. You know the winch, right? One person cranks it from above, and the other person cranks it from below. So you two can each have one."

The god of misfortune was silent for a moment: "...Good fortune has granted your request?"

Feng Xiuhu patted his chest and assured him, "That's right, these days it's hard to find such a good job!"

"Okay! I agree too."

The god of misfortune gritted his teeth: "But I have one request—I want to be on top!"

Feng Xiuhu pondered seriously: "This... you're asking the company for this and that before you've even started working. You're putting me in a difficult position."

The god of misfortune replied, "If you agree, I can help you transfer this misfortune to someone else."

Feng Xiuhu frowned: "I'm not that kind of person. Throughout the entire Xuan Kingdom, who doesn't know that I, Master Ma, am a renowned philanthropist? How can I let others suffer undeserved misfortune on my behalf?"

The goddess of misfortune seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and she laughed heartily: "You're trying to bargain with misfortune? Misfortune and good fortune are both irrational; they always come and go suddenly, just like you answering this phone."

clack.

The phone hangs up.

Feng Xiuhu put down the receiver, and the phone booth disappeared, turning into scattered fluorescent lights.

No, it's not just phone booths.

Feng Xiuhu was astonished to find that the entire world he saw was rapidly dissipating, and in the blink of an eye, only the foothold he was standing on remained.

Feng Xiuhu instinctively stepped back, but suddenly his foot slipped and he plummeted downwards.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the world had changed.

"It was just a dream..."

Feng Xiuhu muttered to himself.

Before me lay a tranquil and lush forest, shrouded in a hazy, soft light.

The surrounding scenery felt familiar to him.

Dream Forest.

Feng Xiuhu laughed: "That's more like it. I knew the coordinates wouldn't be wrong."

He blamed everything that had just happened on Menglin—isn't it normal to dream in Menglin?
The surroundings were quiet, and neither the Eclipse nor the Shadow Owl could be seen.

Where did you hide?

Feng Xiuhu looked around and muttered to himself.

Light shone through the gaps in the trees in the distance.

Feng Xiuhu wasn't surprised; he knew the place—a clearing in the woods.

Unable to find anyone, Feng Xiuhu simply walked towards the light, thinking that Big Bug and Fat Owl might be there too.

As Feng Xiuhu emerged from behind the tree trunk, he did not see the lively scene he had expected.

The open space was still the same open space, and the "moon" in the sky cast golden light, but there were no people singing and dancing on the open space.

In the center of the open space, only one owl danced alone.

Her figure was graceful, and her dance was exquisite, as if the open space today belonged only to her.

Feng Xiuhu's unexpected visit did not interrupt her mood, but she also took notice of this uninvited guest.

As she raised her wrist, she casually beckoned to Feng Xiuhu with her finger.

Who is Master Feng? Would he be intimidated?
So he flicked his hat brim, unbuttoned his collar, tucked his cane under his arm, and hopped and skipped to the center of the open space, swinging his heels as if doing a tap dance.

The owl's eyes shone brightly, and its dance continued.

She asked curiously, "What kind of dance is this?" Feng Xiuhu replied without batting an eye, "Lingbo Weibu."

The owl nodded in approval: "A good name."

Although their art styles are different, it doesn't affect their interaction through dance moves at all. One moves gracefully with twisting waist, while the other makes a constant crackling sound.

Feng Xiuhu walked around to the side of the owl-man, kicking his leg as he said, "You've asked, now it's my turn to ask."

The owl-man's fingertips brushed across Feng Xiuhu's chest, then he raised his eyes and lifted them slightly: "Ask away."

Feng Xiuhu asked, "Why are the patterns on your face this color?"

Feng Xiuhu had seen many owl-people. Their purple skin was covered with vine-like patterns that were green and would darken or lighten with the passage of time.

But the owl in front of me was different. Her purple skin was deep and mysterious, and the patterns on it were golden and radiant, as if golden liquid was flowing inside.

The owl smiled faintly and replied, "I am different from them. I am a cultivator, and cultivation will change the color of the markings on the owl's body."

Feng Xiuhu nodded in realization: "I have another question."

The owl lightly touched Feng Xiuhu's lips with his finger: "It's my turn to ask."

Feng Xiuhu was a reasonable man. He spun around in place and raised his eyebrows at the owl: "Ask away."

As his robes fluttered, the owl-man asked, "Who are you?"

Feng Xiuhu replied, "I never change my name or surname. I am Ma Er, a great philanthropist of Xuan Kingdom."

"I remember."

The owl nodded: "Your turn."

Feng Xiuhu had already prepared his question, and immediately asked, "Why are your eyes open?"

Feng Xiuhu remembered very clearly that the owls he saw singing and dancing in the forest clearing had their eyes closed, because they were all in a dream.

Unexpectedly, the owl stopped dancing as soon as the question was asked.

She stared at Feng Xiuhu, a cryptic smile playing on her lips: "Why do you ask that... Have you been to Menglin?"

Feng Xiuhu was also stunned: "What do you mean I've been to Menglin? Isn't this it?"

The owl's smile grew even wider: "Mr. Ma, you seem to be lost. This is not Dream Forest."

Feng Xiuhu stood there, stunned, turning his head to look around: "That's not right, it's exactly the same."

The owl's voice rang in my ears: "This is Twilight Forest... my divine kingdom."

Feng Xiuhu suddenly turned around.

Their eyes met, and the owl tilted its head slightly: "What kind of look is that? Are you surprised?"

Feng Xiuhu was indeed very surprised. He never expected that the God of Night would actually be an owl.

If you say so...

He subconsciously looked up at the "moon" in the sky.

It is exactly like the moon in the dream forest—it is the owl's other eye.

Noticing his movements, the God of Night smiled slightly and said, "Mr. Ma, you seem to know a lot."

Feng Xiuhu shook his head repeatedly: "I don't know."

The God of Night lowered his eyes: "But I haven't said what it is yet."

Feng Xiuhu shook his head again: "I don't know anything about it."

The God of Night glided to Feng Xiuhu's other side with a dance step: "Don't be afraid, I'm the one who should be surprised."

She pointed to the edge of the clearing: "Getting here wasn't easy. You should have been asleep like him."

Following the direction she pointed, Feng Xiuhu then noticed that there was a person sitting under the shadow of the tree.

It was a sallow-faced man sitting on the ground with his eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his face, clapping his hands in a fixed rhythm—as if he were the only audience member in the audience.

(End of this chapter)