False evidence

Chapter 93 Kitchen God Incense

Before I could finish wondering what was going on, Yan Fengwei had already closed the door and turned around.

I realized what was happening, and as I stepped aside, I quickly stuck two fingers into his eyes.

The finger stopped less than a centimeter from his eyes, and he didn't even blink.

Now it's certain that he really can't see me anymore.

Looking at the wall clock again, I suddenly remembered something...

Yan Fengwei ignored me, walked to the wall, placed the candlestick on the cabinet, and then went behind the screen.

At this point, I was certain that no matter how loudly I made a noise, or even if I shouted, the two of them wouldn't notice.

So, she felt free to walk across the screen from the other side.

Yan Fengwei was already sitting side by side with the woman on the edge of the bed.

At that moment, by the flickering candlelight and the daylight streaming in through the window, I finally saw what the woman looked like.

Meng Zhen is the woman!

However, although she had Meng Zhen's appearance, the expression in her eyes and brows made me clearly feel that she was another person.

The vase was placed on the bedside table.

The two snuggled together and whispered to each other.

I couldn't hear what the two were saying, but I became more and more convinced that although this woman looked just like Meng Zhen, she was definitely not Meng Zhen herself!

All normal men, whether they are usually elegant or vulgar, behave in much the same way at certain moments.

Now, Yan Fengwei has finally revealed his true colors. He couldn't wait to take off the woman's clothes as soon as he took off his own mandarin jacket.

I felt thirsty, but I didn't lose my senses.

I discovered a detail that seemed ordinary to the person involved, but to me it was extremely strange, even terrifying upon closer examination.

I changed into a set of clothes that didn't belong to me at Chen Zudao's house.

At the time, I thought that the frog buttons on that jacket were very troublesome to fasten.

The two people in front of me were dressed in very formal and elaborate clothing, especially the woman's top with its frog buttons and hidden clasps, which gave me a headache just looking at them.

But in at most half a minute, the woman's upper body was reduced to a bodice embroidered with mandarin ducks.

Yan Fengwei himself was left with only a pair of cotton shorts.

I know that what follows is absolutely unsuitable for children.

But I just couldn't take my eyes off it.

Just as I was becoming increasingly impulsive following Yan Fengwei's actions.

Suddenly, a voice called out, "Are you alright? Here are the chopsticks!"

Then came another explosion from above.

I suddenly woke up with a start and found myself still huddled under the table.

The basement light was still on, and Yan Fengwei, who had just smashed a vase, walked back towards the pile of vases.

I quickly poked my head out, "Are the chopsticks lit? Throw them down!"

"It's on fire!"

Meng Zhen didn't throw it down directly, but instead quickly walked down with the lit chopsticks in her hand.

I quickly crawled out from under the table, grabbed three chopsticks, bit one of them horizontally in my mouth, rushed behind Yan Fengwei who hadn't turned around yet, grabbed one chopstick in each hand, and simultaneously stuck the sparking end into both of his armpits.

Yan Fengwei suddenly convulsed, dropping the two vases he had just picked up to the ground, but he could only let out a "uh" sound from his throat.

Without thinking, I took the last chopstick from my mouth, turned him around, and poked the chopstick directly into his forehead.

"Nima..."

Yan Fengwei shoved me hard, awkwardly clutching his forehead before falling to the ground with a thud, grimacing and yelling, "What the hell? That hurts like hell!" I went over and pushed his hand away. Seeing that his expression was no longer numb and his eyes had regained their sparkle, I quickly said, "Can you walk? Let's go upstairs first!"

"Oh my god, what happened to my leg? Oh my god, my vase is broken..."

I helped Yan Fengwei upstairs, and he was still asking what had happened and how the vase had broken.

Upon seeing Meng Zhen's disheveled appearance, he immediately fell silent.

I helped him to sit on the sofa in the living room, and then turned to ask Meng Zhen, "Why did it take you so long to get the chopsticks?"

"Our chopsticks are made of alloy, so they won't light. I borrowed some from my neighbor..."

Meng Zhen was soaked to the bone and shivering. One leg of her trousers was even torn in half.

Looking at the pillar that had followed me, I was speechless for a moment.

Protecting its owner is a dog's nature, and when it heard me shouting from below, Shuanzhu naturally rushed down.

But Meng Zhen was convinced that Yan Fengwei was sleepwalking and was afraid of startling him, so she did her best to stop Shuanzhu.

Fortunately, the tree doesn't bite easily, otherwise the couple would have ended up in the hospital.

Yan Fengwei's leg injury has one particularly serious lesion.

I had Mengzhen change her clothes, and then drove the couple to the monkey's clinic.

As soon as I entered the clinic, I was surprised to find that Pidan was there too.

She didn't say anything, just glanced at me sideways, looking like she had a very malicious look in her eyes.

"Brother Monkey, this is Brother Yan... Brother Yan. He injured his leg and needs stitches in his right leg."

The monkey came over and examined it: "What happened? These two legs are cut up like a flower. And this spot on the forehead, was it burned by fire?"

"I burned him with chopsticks." I waved my hand. "You should stitch up his leg injury first."

"You two were fighting? Why are you even using fire tongs?"

"Hey, stop talking nonsense and hurry up!" I reached for a cigarette, but instead touched something cold.

When I took it out, I saw that it was the yin-yang fish jade pendant that Yan Fengwei had shown me before.

I handed the jade pendant to Meng Zhen: "When the accident happened, I just put it in my pocket."

Meng Zhen said, "It's not valuable, you can keep it and play with it."

On the way here, Yan Fengwei had already heard her recount what had happened. Scratching his head, he said, "Brother, you've really helped me out this time. Even if this thing is worthless, even if it cost me my life… anyway, if anything happens to you, I'm absolutely willing to risk everything! Just take it!"

Thinking back to the strange reaction of the yin-yang symbol just moments before the incident, I have to say, "I can't say what its value is, but I have a feeling it's not something ordinary..."

"Hey, I told you to put it away, so just put it away. I'm already like this, what are you dawdling for? Ouch... why does my armpit hurt so much?"

I hesitated for a moment, put away the jade pendant, and said, "I burned you with chopsticks too. My grandfather in the countryside sold wild medicines, and he called sleepwalking 'soul loss syndrome.' I've seen him use chopsticks to treat people."

Yan Fengwei, rubbing his arm and grimacing, said, "That really is... truly unorthodox. This is the first time I've ever heard of using chopsticks to burn the armpit to cure an illness."

A voice suddenly said, "Chopsticks are the incense of the Kitchen God. People can't eat and drink without the fire of the stove. If someone is possessed by evil spirits, using chopsticks that have been offered to the Kitchen God can really drive them away."

The monkey looked at me and said, "My grandma, didn't you see her the first time you came here?"

Indeed, when Li Ping first brought me here, I saw these three old women burning paper money at the street corner.

Grandma San placed two bowls, one large and one small, on the table. The monkey tilted his head to look. "Oh, Grandma, what day is it today? Why are you making dumplings? What kind of filling are they?"

"Chives and dried shrimp." Grandma San wiped her hands on her apron.

Seeing Pidan standing to the side, the old lady smiled and said, "Pidan is here too. Perfect, I'll go make a few more dumplings for you to take back and have your mother try."

Pidan stepped forward and hugged her arm, grinning, "Grandma, I remember the last time you made dumplings with chives and dried shrimp filling was last year, right? Did I make it today?"

Grandma San laughed and said, "Even if you weren't here, I would still have to deliver it to you later. In three days, it will be a Yin day, the day with the heaviest Yin energy this year. You little rascal, Grandma can't bear to see you die."

I apologize, there's a problem with Chapter 92; it needs to be reviewed. I sincerely apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

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