I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 41 Black Maple Was Buried

Meng Qi cursed and swore at a knife, then pounded it with her little fists, startling Meng Jiu, Meng Shulan, and Lin Qingquan who had just reached the door.

"My dear grandson, you can sell it like this, you can sell it. But don't touch the knife, don't touch it, it'll be terrible if you get hurt."

When Meng Jiu saw her smashing the knife, she quickly stepped forward to stop her.

Even if the flesh turns to mush, it doesn't matter, but his granddaughter cannot shed a drop of blood because of it.

"No, sir, this thing has a sword spirit, you know, a soul. Anyway, I can't explain it to you clearly. Just know that it's alive."

Last night, that bastard even hit the butcher knife; she saw it clearly.

Are they just playing dead, not moving at all?

Black Maple was indeed pretending to be dead. It didn't know how it managed to cut the flesh while fighting with the broken mirror.
It doesn't want to be a butcher.

But then again, didn't you originally want to eat beef? Now that I've cut it up for you, doesn't that save you the trouble?
Why aren't you happy?
Upon seeing that a piece had been cut into almost minced pieces, it immediately became guilty and continued to play dead.

"You, move a little, let my grandpa see you, prove you're alive."

However, no matter what Meng Qi said, Hei Feng remained motionless, which made the little girl so angry that she jumped up and down.

Holding a black knife, he strode out menacingly, shouting, "Bury him! I'm going to bury this bastard!"

Black Maple wondered to himself, "Do you want me to help you dig the hole?"

Black Maple didn't dig the hole; Big Yellow did it.

The black maple looked at him with disdain, saying, "Are your dog paws clean? Don't let your fur fall into the pit."

After Dahuang finished digging the hole, Mengqi actually threw it in, and then Dahuang used its hind legs to huff and puff and fill the hole.

After filling it in, Mengqi thought for a moment and said to Dahuang, "Let it pee and water it."

After she finished speaking, Dahuang actually raised one of its hind legs and poured a bucket of hot water on the "grave mound" it had just filled.

Black Maple:
"Aaaaah! How could you do this? Little Master, how could you do this? I am a dignified high-grade artifact spirit, and you actually let a dog pee on me! This is too much, too much!"

Black Maple roared with rage in his heart, but dared not utter a sound.

I was afraid of scaring the new little owner.

But Black Maple stopped barking after only a couple of times, because it suddenly remembered that even if it smelled of dog urine, in the end, it would still be the little master who took it.
Never mind, as long as she doesn't mind getting dirty.

What Meng Qi didn't know was that less than ten minutes after burying the black maple, it silently emerged from the soil while she wasn't paying attention and swooshed back into her storage ring.

Dahuang was lying next to the mound of earth when it saw the knife it had just buried suddenly pop out of the ground. Startled, it jumped up and its eyes widened in disbelief.

Black Maple was furious when he saw it. "You bastard, you've got some nerve, daring to bury me! Fine, I'll show you!"

The black blade slapped Big Yellow's head repeatedly, making Big Yellow howl in pain.

Just as it was enduring the pain and preparing to go to its young master to complain, the knife disappeared again.

Big Yellow sniffed the air, then ran from the gate into the house.

In the storage room next to the kitchen, Mengqi was helping to scrape beef.

It involves scraping small pieces of beef off the cowhide and then putting the scraped meat into a bowl.

She found it quite fun, so she moved a small stool, took her pig-slaughtering knife, and pretended to help from the side.

"I was thinking of processing the cowhide to make something because it was so tough, but it's a pity."

As Lin Qingquan spoke, he shook his head. He had indeed had this idea last night: to make a vest for his father-in-law, Shu Lan, and Xiao Qi, which would definitely provide excellent protection.

But now that they've all become such small pieces, it's clearly not going to work. "If the smell isn't completely removed, will wearing them attract other demons?"

Meng Shulan was holding a kitchen knife from home. Actually, as long as it wasn't for cutting cowhide, the meat inside was quite easy to cut.

Lin Qingquan thought about it and agreed. After all, this was no ordinary cow. If he treated it using the usual methods for processing cowhide, it might not work.

This is different from the meat we eat. Meat can be digested, and the gas it contains can be used by the body. Some powerful ones may leak out, but as time goes by, the leaked gas will gradually return to the world and disappear.

For example, in Yunmeng Village now, compared to yesterday, the remaining energy of the fox demon has dissipated by seven or eight tenths. The remaining energy is because Xiao Qi ate too much of the heaven and earth energy after consuming the demon core, and she is too young to absorb it all. There is still a little bit of it above their courtyard that hasn't dissipated.

But it will be soon. I believe that in just one more day, the gas here will be no different from that in other villages.

"Let's cook some beef porridge for breakfast, so we can try it out and see how it tastes."

Meng Jiu picked out a piece of beef, took it to the kitchen to process and dice it.

He cut off a small extra piece, put it in a bowl, and took it to his older brother's house. He planned to cook their breakfast while he was there, and also take care of the sheep pen building for the day.

The beef congee was cooked in a clay pot, and in just half an hour, the aroma filled the entire yard.

Meng Ziyang went to sleep last night before Meng Qi arrived, and got up early this morning to rush home.

His mother said she was frying dough sticks this morning, so he went to get a plate for his aunt.

So when he brought the fried dough sticks over, I couldn't smell their aroma anymore.

Mengqi stopped scraping the beef and ate fried dough sticks with Mengziyang while waiting for the porridge to be ready. At the same time, she vividly recounted to him the process of fighting the bull demon last night.

"You're saying the bull demon was finally knocked down by my punch?"

Meng Ziyang stared in surprise. Didn't they say before that his great-aunt wasn't talented enough and couldn't learn anything?

How could someone kill such a huge bull demon with a single punch?

It's incredible.

It's somewhat understandable that he beat the sheep demon to death, since the sheep wasn't very big and looked weak.

But it's different.

"Grandma is truly amazing."

Meng Qi wholeheartedly agreed, and at the same time proudly raised her chin, "That's my mom."

Meng Ziyang proudly said, "That's my great-aunt."

Then he became confident again. His aunt had taught him how to use his luck, and he had already learned it. His aunt said that he was more talented than his great-aunt. So, would he be more powerful than his great-aunt in the future?
Yes, definitely.

"Big Yellow is craving it too, it keeps circling around you. Hey? What happened to its head? Did someone hit it?"

Ok?
When Meng Qi heard Meng Ziyang's words, she turned her head and saw that Da Huang indeed had several bright red bumps on its head. The fur in that area had fallen out for some reason, and it was very obvious now.

But she remembered that the broken knife was fine when she buried it. Who hit it in such a short time?

When Dahuang saw Mengqi looking at it, it started to whine pitifully, then turned and ran away, but stopped after a couple of steps and turned back to look at Mengqi.

It gestured for her to follow it.

Second update!
There's more to come.

Happy June 6.1st, everyone!

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