I sell demon meat in the city

Is Chapter 91 so particular?

Meng Shulan came back a little late today, so I sliced ​​up a plate of braised beef and simply cooked five packs of instant noodles, one for her and four for Yu Qingge.

"Qingge, how many people will be coming tonight?"

While eating her noodles, Meng Shulan asked Yu Qingge, who was eating without even looking up.

"There are ten people watching this place. I don't know exactly how many are coming, but it won't be more than ten."

Ten people.

Meng Shulan bit her chopsticks and chuckled, "The Xiao family really thinks highly of me. Including that Huang Gang, that makes eleven. And there are more than that. They must have been keeping an eye on me all along, otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence."

No sooner had Lin Qingquan left than someone else went up the mountain.

Zhang Jinwu happened to be out as well.

Yu Qingge continued eating without looking up, mumbling indistinctly, "They're all newbies, you can handle them."

Meng Shulan perked up. "Really?"

Yu Qingge said with certainty, "Really!"

"But why did you keep saying I had no talent?"

"You really don't have any talent."

"But I've only been cultivating for a few years, and I can handle so many of them all by myself. I even killed the sheep demon and the bull demon with a single punch. Even Lin Qingquan said I'm very powerful."

"Is it a big deal for him to say he's amazing? He's so weak, to be precise, everyone here is weak. As for you, the reason you've improved so quickly is related to the pills I fed you, otherwise your hidden wood attribute wouldn't have come out."

Her storage ring contained many pills. She remembered that she had once been skilled in alchemy, but later she gave up on it.

Yu Qingge buried her head and continued eating her noodles.

Meng Shulan breathed a huge sigh of relief after receiving her confirmation.

She hadn't had much real-world combat experience, so she lacked self-awareness. Although Lin Qingquan had praised her abilities, she hadn't actually shown him her full strength.

Only a portion is shown.

Because Qingge said that no matter when or to whom, one should always hold back some of one's own feelings.

Five years is neither a long nor a short time, but Meng Shulan knows that the person she trusts most now is Yu Qingge.

At midnight, the night was dark and quiet in Qingshui Town. Except for a few streetlights that were still on, almost every household had turned off their lights and entered a deep sleep.

Meng Shulan was still wearing that black tracksuit, sitting cross-legged under the pomegranate tree in the yard, closing her eyes and sensing the movements around her.

After a long while, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she gave a mocking smile.

They were incredibly cautious; they even climbed over the wall to visit the neighboring houses and threw something into every house where someone was.

Meng Shulan guessed that it must be the kind of thing that makes people sleepy and won't wake up no matter how loud the noise outside is.

That way, when things start to escalate on her side, we don't have to worry about making too much noise and attracting attention, which would then lead to someone calling the town police station or the military base.

Meng Shulan lowered her head, her eyes dark and unfathomable. It seemed that she and the Xiao family were now mortal enemies.

About five minutes later, there were noises coming from both sides of the gate, and two dark figures suddenly leaped onto the wall and then squatted there without moving.

They observed the situation inside the courtyard, but after watching for a while, they still couldn't find Meng Shulan.

Her black tracksuit seemed to blend into the night, and when she unconsciously softened her breathing, even cultivators couldn't detect her presence.

Sensing nothing amiss, the two people crouching on the wall gently jumped in, so lightly that they landed without a sound.

If she hadn't recently developed her divine sense, she wouldn't have been able to detect the good deeds they were doing in the houses of the neighbors around her.

After the two jumped down, two more people climbed onto the wall and landed silently before leaping into the courtyard. It wasn't until the eighth person jumped in that things quieted down, and finally, no one else entered.

Ten men came, eight of them went in to deal with her, ha!
Should Meng Shulan feel honored about this?
One of the two who entered first waved his hand, and then the other four dispersed in the courtyard and crept into the house.

As luck would have it, one of the four people scattered in the courtyard was standing just half a meter away from Meng Shulan.

However, she only glanced at this person, and then looked curiously at the other person who was furthest away from her. What was he carrying on his shoulder?
The person placed the item in a corner of the yard, then removed the special woven bag covering it, and a strong smell of blood slowly filled the yard.

Is it a demon?

Meng Shulan saw it clearly this time; it was an ape about the size of an adult, with very weak breath, and it was probably about to die.

A look of confusion crossed her eyes. What did this mean? Did they come to teach her a lesson and then give her a gift?
Are the people who came this time so particular?

"Huh? Nobody's here."

The group that went inside to investigate quickly discovered something amiss. They checked all the rooms upstairs and downstairs, but found them completely empty, with no one in sight.

That's impossible. That woman hasn't left the house since she came back.

"I'm here."

Meng Shulan kindly offered a reminder, then leaped up and punched the tall, muscular man closest to her who had his back to her.

With a loud thud, the man's body slammed into the nearby wall like a cannonball, and then fell to the concrete ground of the yard with a thud.

He let out a painful groan, vomited a mouthful of blood, and then lay motionless on the ground.

I don't know if he's dead or just passed out.

Because the incident happened in an instant, the other three people who were waiting in the courtyard didn't even have time to react before their companion collapsed.

The three were shocked, but reacted quickly and rushed towards Meng Shulan in a pincer movement.

But before the two of them even got close, they felt a sharp gust of wind rushing towards their faces. The two dared not be careless and quickly retreated and dodged to the side.

With a whoosh, something flashed past them; in the darkness, it looked like a leaf.

Using leaves as concealed weapons?

Before the two could think any further, another loud bang was heard in front of them. Their other companion was punched by Meng Shulan and slammed into the wall, but the impact was much greater than before, because his body passed through the wall and landed outside the courtyard.

Bricks and rubble crashed onto the cement ground with a loud crackling sound, making Meng Shulan feel a pang of heartache.

When she bought the yard, she had the surrounding wall torn down and rebuilt, which cost her nearly ten thousand yuan.

How can you tolerate someone bullying you and damaging your things?
Her face darkened. Just then, the four people who had run into the house looking for her heard the commotion and quickly ran out. Meng Shulan turned around to greet them, and at the same time, three leaves were thrown at each of them.

To avoid damaging her house, they grabbed one of the men's arms and forcefully threw him out of the yard.

The person's body traced a graceful parabola in mid-air before crashing heavily onto the road outside the courtyard. After struggling a couple of times, it lay motionless.

Before long, a series of loud thuds echoed across the not-so-wide road, some even hitting those who had fallen earlier. The cracking sounds of bones breaking were especially noticeable in the dead of night, sending chills down one's spine.

Finally, Meng Shulan carried the first man who had fainted in her yard out from the collapsed wall, then casually threw him on the ground, clapped her hands as if to brush off the dirt on them.

She stood alone by the roadside, turned her head to look at a minivan hidden in the darkness not far away, and then slowly strolled over.

"Mr. Xiao."

The square-faced man, who had been sitting in the driver's seat staring blankly for a long time, finally came to his senses, stammered out two words, and then quickly started the car and drove away.

Good afternoon!

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