Lin Fengmian turned around and smiled at Wen Qinlin and the others: "Brother Wen, Xiaoping, give it a try. Sister Youwei's tofu is famous in the city."
Zhao Yazi rolled her eyes, snorted coldly, and said angrily: "Tofu Xishi is quite famous!"
She had always looked down on Song Youwei, who relied on her beauty to sell tofu. She felt that this woman was just a show-off and not a serious woman.
Song Youwei's eyes darkened, she took the beancurd over and said with a smile: "Miss Zhao, your bean curd."
Zhao Yazi's nose twitched slightly, she glanced at Song Youwei strangely, covering her nose with a look of disgust.
She said unceremoniously: "No, it's so sultry and I find it dirty."
Song Youwei's smile froze and she couldn't help biting her red lips, her eyes lost.
Lin Fengmian's face turned cold when he heard this, and he said in a cold voice: "Zhao Yazi, your name is Yazhi, why can't you be mute?"
This woman had not given him a good look all the way, and she was still acting weird at the moment, but he couldn't tolerate her.
"What, did I say something wrong? Not dirty?" Zhao Yazi sneered.
"You can eat if you like. If you don't want to eat, get out of here!" Lin Fengmian said angrily.
"Am I hindering your Mr. Lin's search for flowers and willows?" Zhao Yazi asked.
"What's wrong with me? What does it have to do with you, Miss Zhao? I've already broken off the engagement!" Lin Fengmian emphasized.
Zhao Yazi was so angry that she gritted her teeth and said, "Who wants to care about your bad affairs? Are you going to investigate?"
"I'm tired today, so I won't check anymore. Miss Zhao doesn't want to eat tofu, so please do it!" Lin Fengmian said coldly.
"I thought you had made some progress, but it turns out you are still the same as before. I was counting on you. All the people in the city have died long ago. I will go and beg the master!"
Zhao Yazi turned around and left angrily, but Lin Fengmian remained unmoved and continued to stand on the roadside with relish and eat a bowl of beancurd for a penny.
"Sister Youwei, don't worry about that woman. She is famous for having a bad mouth and is always jealous of women who are prettier than herself."
Song Youwei chuckled and said, "Hey, you kid is still here to coax me. You don't really want to eat your sister's tofu, do you?"
Lin Fengmian smiled and said: "Of course I thought about it, but I was afraid that Sister Youwei wouldn't want to do it."
Song Youwei rolled her eyes at him charmingly and said: "You brat, how dare you take advantage of your sister Youwei! By the way, are you acting as a police officer and starting to investigate the case?"
Lin Fengmian shook his head and said, "No, there have been monsters causing trouble in the city recently. What does Sister Youwei know?"
"ah?"
Song Youwei's face froze, she hesitated to speak, and finally said with a smile: "As a woman, what can I know?"
Lin Fengmian smiled slightly and said, "I can tell you this secretly, but don't tell others, otherwise it will cause panic."
Song Youwei hummed and forced a smile: "Okay, you eat slowly, I will close the stall and go back, my mother is still waiting for me at home."
After saying that, she turned around and started to close the stall.
Lin Fengmian watched her closing the stall intently. Looking at Song Youwei, who was as plump and attractive as before, it was hard to imagine that she would have anything to do with the fox demon.
When he was a child, he liked the gentle Song Youwei and often visited her tofu stall.
He knew that she was living in poverty, so he deliberately pretended to be the foolish son of a landlord and threw away a lot of money.
Song Youwei didn't want it, but Granny Zhu was greedy for money, and she couldn't take it out after putting it in her pocket.
She couldn't help it, but every time she gave him a very large portion, she was also very kind to him, just like a big sister.
It was really hard for him to accept such gentleness, and she would be a demon cultivator if she just accepted it.
Lin Fengmian had been without ink for a long time. After finishing the bean curd, he stood up and left.
After leaving Song Youwei's stall, Wen Qinlin said calmly: "She has something to hide from us. At least she knows about the monster."
Lin Fengmian nodded and said, "If she didn't know, at least she would look panicked."
Zhou Xiaoping looked confused and said: "What are you talking about, why can't I understand?"
Lin Fengmian laughed and said, "You don't need to understand, that's all."
Zhou Xiaoping bared her teeth and claws and said: "Lin Fengmian, you are disgusting!"
At night, every house in the city lights up, and thousands of lights are extremely bright.
Lin Fengmian and the other three were sitting on the branches of the big tree, looking at the dilapidated hut in the distance.
Zhou Xiaoping suddenly opened her mouth and yawned, then said drowsily: "Why are we staring at that Song Youwei? Is she just that evil cultivator?"
"I'm not sure, but she does have a demonic aura about her, and you have to be very close to smell it." Wen Qinlin explained.
"Then what's the point of keeping an eye on her? Are we just waiting for her to show off?" Zhou Xiaoping said helplessly.
Lin Fengmian jumped down from the tree and landed on the ground. He patted the dust on his body and said, "It's not an option to wait like this. Master, let me use my trump card."
Wen Qinlin frowned and said, "What do you want to do?"
Lin Fengmian showed a bright smile and said: "Of course I want to use a beauty trick. Master, I will knock on the widow's door at night and have a heart-to-heart talk with her."
Wen Qinlin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you crazy? That's a demon cultivator that even Huang Long can't do anything about. Are you going to die?"
Lin Fengmian strode forward and said, "Aren't you here?"
Seeing him leaving confidently, Wen Qinlin patted her forehead helplessly and said, "Is this guy really not afraid of death?"
Zhou Xiaoping murmured in a low voice: "Could it be that he doesn't want to believe that Song Youwei is a demon cultivator?"
Wen Qinlin looked at Zhou Xiaoping in surprise and exclaimed: "Something is wrong!"
Zhou Xiaoping said nervously: "What's wrong?"
"That's bad, you have a brain!" Wen Qinlin said in surprise.
Zhou Xiaoping was stunned at first, and then said angrily: "Damn it, even you have imitated this guy Lin Fengmian!"
Lin Fengmian walked forward with a heavy heart. He really didn't want to believe that Song Youwei was the demon cultivator.
Arriving at the dilapidated door, he knocked on the widow's door that he had not dared to knock before with mixed emotions.
Soon Song Youwei's alert voice came from inside the house: "Who is it so late?"
"Sister Youwei, it's me, Lin Fengmian!" Lin Fengmian replied.
The door opened, and Song Youwei, wearing a long green dress, stood at the door, wondering: "Why are you here, so late..."
Lin Fengmian stood outside the door and said with a wicked smile: "Don't you want to come and eat your tofu, Sister Youwei? You came here because you couldn't sleep, and you didn't invite me in to sit down?"
Song Youwei spat and said: "What nonsense are you talking about? There is a lot of trouble in front of the widow's door. Go back quickly. Come to the stall tomorrow and I will fix it for you."
She was afraid of disturbing other people and causing gossip, so she was about to close the door.
Lin Fengmian raised his hand and slammed the door, and said with a playful smile: "Sister Youwei, I'm hungry. I can't sleep if I don't eat this bowl of tofu tonight."
Song Youwei looked back at the house, obviously worried that Granny Zhu would wake up inside.
Lin Fengmian raised his hand and threw out a talisman, flew into the house and disappeared in an instant.
"This is a sleeping charm. Aunt Zhu will sleep so soundly that she won't be able to wake up even if the sky falls."
