I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 109 Is this the end?
Just before stepping into the courtyard, Xiao Qi stopped. Her right hand was being held by Meng Yanxu, and her left hand was holding Xiao Long's hand, while Meng Ziyang followed behind her.

She stopped, and everyone else stopped too, following her gaze to a black Mercedes-Benz SUV that was getting closer and closer.

"Ziyang, puncture the tire."

As soon as he finished speaking, a leaf, seemingly out of nowhere, whizzed towards the right front wheel of the Mercedes-Benz.

"Squeak."

A screeching sound of brakes rang out, and the Mercedes-Benz came to a screeching halt on the side of the road, about twenty meters away from us.

Meng Yanxu's pupils contracted, his face filled with shock as he stared at the scene. Then, he looked down at Xiao Qi and Zi Yang in disbelief, "You two."

He knew that the two of them were cultivating; his father had told him this countless times, but despite the words being said, he didn't understand what they meant.

Until today, I saw my nephew perform this trick.
"What are you thinking, bro? His leaf didn't even touch the car's wheel; it was bounced away by his internal energy."

It seemed the person in the car was quite skilled. Meng Ziyang chose a leaf close to the car by the roadside and shot it at it, but he didn't expect to be noticed before he even got close.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. If she didn't have some ability, she would have been scared off by her mother at Green Ivy Mountain and wouldn't have had to chase her all the way home.

After the Mercedes stopped, the door opened, and a middle-aged man who looked to be around thirty or forty years old got out of the car.

He wore a black Tang suit on his upper body and casual trousers of the same fabric on his lower body, along with a pair of black cloth shoes. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and looked extremely refined. He didn't look like a cultivator at all, but rather like a professor from a university.

After getting out of the car, Fang Bingjun first glanced at Meng Shulan, then turned his gaze to the door. He knew that the leaf he had just seen was manipulated by that little boy, who was also a descendant of the Meng family, the grandson of Meng Shulan's cousin, and currently enrolled in the special department's youth class with Meng Qi.

He's a promising talent.

Currently, it seems that only Meng Shulan and her daughter, and the little boy named Meng Ziyang, have had their wood attribute activated in the Meng family; the others do not appear to have it.

But actually, it's quite rare for a family to produce three of them at once; the probability is still very high.

"Are you ever going to stop? I've already said, my daughter won't go to Shanhaitang."

Meng Shulan looked at Fang Bingjun and said coldly.

"Don't misunderstand, I'm not here today because of this. I'd like to talk to your father, is that alright?"

According to the investigation data, the current head of the Meng family is Meng Jiujiang, who is also Meng Shulan's father.

However, Fang Bingjun would rather have a chat with Meng Jiujiang, who was over eighty years old. After all, Meng Jiujiang was raised by his elder brother and sister-in-law, and intuitively, he felt that Meng Jiujiang probably didn't know much about his deceased father and grandfather.

"Your Shan Hai Tang is really annoying. Since you can't get through to me, you're trying to target my family?" Meng Shulan refused without hesitation, her gloomy face revealing her anger. "Impossible. Get out of here."

Fang Bingjun stood still because he heard footsteps coming from the courtyard. If he wasn't mistaken, it should be Meng Jiujiang.

"What are you all doing standing here, Xiao Qi?"

"grandfather."

Meng Qi turned to look at Meng Jiu, released Xiao Long's hand, pointed at Fang Bingjun and said to him, "That person has been following us all the way, and said he wanted to talk to you."

"Excuse me, do you know Senior Meng Chi?"

Upon seeing Meng Jiu appear, Fang Bingjun quickly stepped forward and spoke first, while keeping his eyes fixed on Meng Jiu, not missing a single expression on his face.

It's a pity to disappoint him.

He didn't know if Meng Jiu was too good at hiding it, or if she really had never heard of Meng Chi, but in any case, her face remained calm and expressionless, without the slightest hint of anything unusual. "If you're looking for someone, you've come to the wrong place. We don't have that person here."

Meng Jiu could tell that Fang Bingjun was no ordinary person, but he was used to such people by now and didn't take it seriously.

They just didn't expect that outsiders would find out so quickly that they came from the Meng family in the Northwest, and even directly asked about their great-grandfather.

That's right, his grandfather and great-aunt were Meng Chi's children who were mistreated by the Meng family after his death and later resolutely left the Meng family.

Thinking of the Meng family's reputation, Fang Bingjun realized his rashness; he shouldn't have been so eager to test Meng Jiu the moment he saw her. They'd changed their names and hidden here precisely to avoid being traced.
If the Meng family is truly a descendant of Senior Meng Chi, isn't his action just inviting trouble for them?

"Sorry, I was abrupt."

After Fang Bingjun finished speaking, he clasped his hands in a fist salute to Meng Jiu, turned around and got into the car briskly, instructing Yang Yi and the driver to leave.

"You're leaving already?"

Meng Ziyang felt that the ending was a bit unexpected. He thought that the man would at least have to spar with the old lady and be beaten to a pulp before leaving.

I didn't expect him to just fart after getting off the bus and leave, so what was the point of following him all this way?

This silly boy doesn't know that the Meng family is related to the Meng family in the Northwest. Currently, besides Meng Jiu, only Meng Shulan and her daughter, Meng Shubing and Meng Zichen know the details. The others haven't officially started cultivating, so they haven't been told.

Besides being young, Meng Ziyang also had a habit of talking too much, so he wasn't told.

"Alright, let's go home. I bought a lot of groceries; I'll cook you a big meal for lunch." Meng Jiu turned her gaze away from the departing Mercedes and called the children into the yard.

Meng Qi asked, "Master, do you have demon meat?"

Once they got used to eating this stuff, regular meat tasted bland and tasteless. At the training base, they were given extra meals at least three times a week, consisting of demons that had been captured and imprisoned for research by special departments. Those that were about to die or had excessively violent tempers were killed and fed to them.

"Yes, your dad got it. He took Dahuang out again early this morning to Lin'an County, which is next to our county. It's said that there's a two-headed chicken demon causing trouble there. He was thinking that if you could catch it when you came back today, he could make a stew with it."

"A two-headed chicken demon?" Meng Qi's eyes lit up. "I've never seen what a two-headed chicken looks like before. Mom, can you call Dad and ask him where he is?"

Meng Shulan glanced at her, took out her phone and handed it to her, "Call it yourself."

Then she turned around, picked up her bag, and went to the bedroom. Little Fire was timid, and it was her first time bringing it back to Yunmeng Village. The unfamiliar environment made it feel insecure, so she had to comfort it.

In the courtyard, Meng Jiu and Meng Yanxu were admiring the little dragon. They took off his hat, looked at the dragon horns for a while, and then put it back on him.

"Grandpa, that person just mentioned Meng Chi, is he related to our family?"

Meng Jiu turned to look at Meng Yanxu, stared into his eyes for a few seconds, and laughed, "You kid, you're much smarter than your dad."

After saying that, he patted his leg, got up and walked towards the kitchen. "I have to start cooking. You can eat here for lunch, don't go back."

But he didn't mention his question at all.

Meng Yanxu was somewhat puzzled, unsure of what Ninth Grandfather meant.

He followed him into the kitchen, "Ninth Grandpa"

"Yanxu, since you've decided not to follow this path, don't ask so many questions. Just treat yourself as an ordinary child from Yunmeng Village."

Meng Yanxu:
Good afternoon!

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