Female-dominated society: My husband is clingy and I can't shake him off

Seeing the second-in-command's self-deceiving attitude, Li Mo'er waved him away and told him to leave.

Shen Ziche on the bed was still unconscious. If it weren't for his steady breathing, Li Mo'er would have carried him down the mountain to find a doctor.

She could only wait quietly by the bedside. The second-in-command wouldn't let her leave, nor would he let her go to the first-in-command. There was obviously something fishy going on behind the scenes.

But right now her mind is entirely on Shen Ziche, and she has no time to care about these trivial matters.

Based on what she saw after entering, Shen Ziche's place was closest to the candle, and he must have inhaled too much muscle relaxant, which caused him to fall into a coma.

Li Mo'er also checked his pulse and found that he was not in any danger; they just needed to wait for him to wake up.

However, his health has always been somewhat weak, and it's uncertain whether there will be any long-term effects.

She had no way of knowing, and wanted the second-in-command to take her to the first-in-command, but he disagreed, so she had to think of another way.

At dinner time, she went to the woodshed to retrieve the itching lotion she had left there.

Pushing open the door, she saw Wang Cheng and the coachman lying haphazardly on the ground.

They were already asleep and didn't wake up when I came in. Seeing the bowls and chopsticks on the floor, I knew they had already eaten.

However, when her gaze fell on the broken bowl, her pupils contracted. How come there wasn't a single drop of the itchy liquid left?

Startled, she quickly woke the two of them, "Sister Wang, Sister Wang, where's the water in that bowl? Did you drink it?"

Wang Cheng was so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open. She squinted and glanced in the direction Li Mo'er was pointing; those were the bowls and chopsticks they had left there after they finished eating.

Wang Cheng nodded casually, then fell asleep again, and the coachman didn't wake up the whole time.

Li Mo'er scratched her head in confusion. Could it be that he remembered the formula wrong? Why isn't this itching lotion working?

She stayed in the woodshed for a while and, finding that Wang Cheng and the others didn't react, she went out reassured.

The village thoughtfully provided them with blankets and mattresses, so they didn't have to worry about being cold at night.

Li Mo'er is now wandering around the village without any burden. The sun has already set, and there are hardly any people left in the village.

She quietly walked to the entrance of the village and glanced into the distance; it seemed to be two people on guard.

However, these two people were acting strangely, as if they were unusually excited, dancing and gesturing with joy.

These two men were Xi Gou and Shou Hou, who were scratching themselves. After being kicked out of the room by the owner, they had no choice but to stand guard at the entrance of the village.

However, after standing there for a while, they started to feel itchy all over.

"Brother Dog, my back is a little itchy, my neck is too, and my arms are itchy too."

The skinny monkey kept scratching, but when he turned around, he found the greyhound also busy scratching its ears and cheeks.

"I...I'm itchy too."

The greyhound scratched as it spoke, red marks already appearing on its neck.

At first, he thought it was from a mosquito bite. Although it was already autumn, it was normal to have a few mosquitoes now and then. But soon his whole body started to itch.

When the skinny monkey saw that the thin dog was just like him, tears immediately streamed down his face.

"Brother Dog, are we sick? Are we about to die?"

The skinny monkey scratched himself while crying out in fear.

He tried to hold back at first, but soon he felt like his whole body was crawling with ants, which was unbearable.

The dog was startled by the skinny monkey's words, and he freed one hand to slap the skinny monkey.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey! What's wrong with you?"

"Ugh, why are we itchy if we're not sick?"

Li Mo'er was about to leave when she heard their voices and stopped.

It turned out that the two of them had drunk her itching lotion, but since she had gotten her revenge, she decided to mercifully tell them the antidote.

"You have done something bad and have been punished by Guanyin."

Li Mo'er walked behind them and said mysteriously.

The greyhound and the skinny monkey were terrified and quickly asked, "What... what should we do?"