Madmen don't keep diaries

Chapter 447, Section 446: The View from the Front
"He's dying."

Feng Xiuhu said.

This is no joke; anyone with eyes can see how bad that man's condition is.

The God of Night also acknowledged this: "He hasn't eaten or drunk anything for three days, maintaining a fixed posture and repeating the same action. He's just an ordinary person, and it's already quite remarkable that he still has the strength to clap his hands."

Feng Xiuhu asked, "Why not let him leave?"

The God of Night said matter-of-factly, "He came here on his own, so he has to get out on his own. I didn't mean to harm him, and of course, I have no reason to help him."

Feng Xiuhu laughed and said, "I thought you wanted someone to keep you company, which is why you wouldn't let him go."

The God of Night looked at Feng Xiuhu without speaking, and after a long while he finally said, "If you are willing to stay, I can send him out."

Feng Xiuhu chuckled awkwardly, "Then let him stay."

The God of Night smiled ambiguously: "But he's dying soon and won't last much longer. I think you're more suitable. You won't fall asleep, you can talk to me, you can dance with me, and you're not afraid of me."

"Who said that!"

Feng Xiuhu said confidently, "I clearly took a nap when I first arrived, and I even had a dream."

As he spoke, Feng Xiuhu secretly made a hand seal behind his back—he felt it was time to leave.

The God of Night looked at him mockingly: "Leaving without saying goodbye is rather impolite."

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Xiuhu suddenly felt immense resistance, and he couldn't even complete the simplest hand seal.

It was as if someone had pressed the slow-motion button on him; his movements became incredibly slow, his fingers moving like snails, unable to make a gesture for a long time.

His expression changed, and so did the God of Night's gaze: "You can still move?"

With the power of freezing in hand, even a true god cannot avoid becoming stagnant; this is the first time the God of Night has encountered a person who can move.

Feng Xiuhu's mouth slowly opened and closed: "I..."

The God of Night looked Feng Xiuhu up and down, and casually pried open the hand seals he was about to make.

Feng Xiuhu glared at her: "..."

"It's really strange."

The God of Night sighed repeatedly, "I guess you don't want to tell the truth, so let me see for myself."

She blinked, and the power of perception pulsed. Dense runes appeared behind her, eventually forming the outline of a huge, disc-shaped pupil.

Unable to move, Feng Xiuhu could only let the God of Night reach out and touch his brow.

……

Opening his eyes, the God of Night saw an endless sea.

Feng Xiuhu's gentle voice came from beside her: "My dear Rousi, it's your turn to say your lines."

The God of Night was taken aback, only then realizing that he was being embraced by Feng Xiuhu around the waist, and the two of them were standing at the bow of the ship.

"say what?"

She asked the question instinctively.

Feng Xiuhu said, "I am the King of the World—or you could say 'you almost captured the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow,' or if all else fails, you could say you are the man who will become the Pirate King."

"what are you talking about?"

The Goddess of Night turned around in surprise. She had intended to look at Feng Xiuhu, but what first caught her eye was a huge metal chimney.

The Goddess of Night was stunned—she was actually on a huge, magnificent, spectacular iron ship!

When did the Western Continent get ships like this?

She looked at Feng Xiuhu, trying to find the answer in him.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xiuhu's expression suddenly changed, and he grabbed the God of Night, shouting, "Be careful!"

The God of Night looked back and saw that the bow of the ship had crashed head-on into a huge iceberg.

Boom——

With a deafening crash, she and Feng Xiuhu fell together, Feng Xiuhu yelling, "Oil sauce pfft! Ai sauce pfft!" "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The God of Night asked."

Unfortunately, no answer came. The sound of falling into the water was heard, and the icy seawater immediately soaked my whole body.

In the darkness, the God of Night sensed that Feng Xiuhu had loosened his grip.

She immediately turned back to look, but the scene before her eyes changed again—she found herself standing directly on the seabed, surrounded by vibrant colors, bizarre and fantastical sights, filled with a sense of unreality.

Then Feng Xiuhu's voice came from the side: "Stop dawdling."

The God of Night turned around and shoved a long pole into her hand.

Feng Xiuhu's eyes were lifeless: "Quick, we should go catch jellyfish."

The God of Night stared at him in disbelief: "What have you been through...?"

Feng Xiuhu grinned foolishly.

The God of Night frowned and asked in a deep voice, "These are all fake, aren't they? Although I don't know why you have these images in your mind, but... show me something real."

Feng Xiuhu's smile gradually faded, replaced by a serious expression: "Real? False?"

He pulled out a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and stretched out his hand in front of the God of Night: "Then choose one."

The God of Night looked down and saw two pills, one red and one blue, in his palm.

The God of Night asked in confusion, "What does this mean?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Feng Xiuhu's expression suddenly changed again, and he shoved the God of Night away: "Be careful!"

The God of Night was pushed and stumbled. When he looked up again, his surroundings had changed—this time he was on the rooftop of a tall building.

Looking over, Feng Xiuhu was standing in a bridge pose, frozen in place, as several bullets flew towards him, the ripples they created in the air were incredibly clear.

The Goddess of Night was puzzled—she clearly remembered that she hadn't used the Freeze Authority just now.

After staring at him for several seconds, Feng Xiuhu remained motionless, as if frozen in that moment.

The God of Night's face darkened. He walked over and kicked Feng Xiuhu to the ground, demanding, "Who exactly are you?!"

Feng Xiuhu calmly got up, pointed to his sunglasses and said, "Can't you tell? I'm the savior."

……

Shunzi saw that Feng Xiuhu had opened his eyes.

After a brief moment of confusion, those vertical pupils quickly discerned the situation.

He sat up from the ground and looked at the person opposite him: "Jingzhe Lang?"

"No, it's just a wisp of divine thought."

The person walking down the steps opposite them was Zi Jinshe, his body shrouded in the outline of a phantom.

Zijin She reached out her hand, and the spear that was stuck in the ground trembled slightly. Then it burst out of the ground and flew backward toward Zijin She.

Suddenly, Shi grabbed the gun handle.

The spear struggled incessantly in his hand, but he could not shake it off.

Fang Youliu, standing nearby, stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "You, you, you—"

He was still so numb that he couldn't speak fluently.

Zi Jin She, on the other side, was also surprised by this, raised her eyebrows and made a hand seal again: "Thunder in all directions."

The thunder in the sky grew louder, and the purple lightning that had been coiling around the spear suddenly became agitated, instantly covering Shi's entire body.

Shi merely frowned slightly: "It's too dazzling."

He held the spear horizontally to his chest, and with a sweep of his hands from the middle to both ends, the purple lightning swirling around the spear instantly dissipated, replaced by mottled rust marks.

The spear tip glowed red. Shi plunged the spear into the ground, and an invisible ripple immediately spread outwards. Wherever it passed, the bluestone became mottled, the grass and trees decayed, and even the electric arcs clinging to Shunzi and Fang Youliu flickered weakly twice before disappearing completely.

(End of this chapter)