I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 112 Three Knives
With a soft "plop," the steel-hard chicken claw was split in two.

The chicken demon fell from mid-air, its right paw landing first as it habitually did, causing its body to tilt to the right and nearly fall over.

Then, with a thud, half a black chicken claw fell to the ground not far in front of it, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The chicken demon stared blankly, seemingly unable to comprehend how half of its claw had been gone.

Hei Feng, who kept his merits hidden, chuckled inwardly and didn't bother with it.

What kind of thing is this? It dares to swagger around in front of it.

It communicated with Xiao Qi using its divine sense: "Hurry up, finish it off with three strikes."

Xiao Qi: "Okay."

Without hesitation, Xiao Qi leaped above the chicken demon and delivered a fierce chop to its head.

The chicken demon tried to dodge, but suddenly two leaves shot towards its neck from below. There was a knife above and leaves below, so it could only dodge one of them.

Having already experienced the power of that black knife, the chicken demon dared not confront it head-on again. It shrank its neck and dodged to the side, while simultaneously spreading its wings to meet the leaf.

With two soft "plop" sounds, the leaf pierced its feathers without harming it in the slightest.

After dodging Xiao Qi's knife, the chicken demon flapped its wings and flew towards Meng Ziyang. When it was almost in front of him, a head suddenly popped out from its neck. It was slightly smaller than the original chicken head, without a comb, and its feathers were not as bright, but pink. However, it opened its mouth and spat out a cloud of red mist.

Just as it spat it out, there was a "plop" sound, the pink head tilted to the side, and then fell off the chicken demon's neck, landing with a thud on the grave mound below, where it was caught by a few withered yellow weeds.

"what"

There was a moment of silence, then the chicken demon suddenly opened its mouth and let out a shriek, a very strange cry, almost like a human's.

But shouldn't you be calling out "Ooh Ooh"?
"That sounds awful. The third cut!"

The first strike missed, the second strike severed the head of the strange chicken that spewed poison gas, and the third strike, because its cries were too unpleasant, Meng Qi wanted it to shut up, so she used eighty percent of her strength and cleaved the chicken demon in two.

Dark red blood spurted out, staining the soil and weeds in the center of the graveyard red.

Meng Ziyang dodged in time and was not touched by the red mist, but when the mist drifted down, it was sucked in by several nearby hens.

He observed carefully, trying to see if the hens had been poisoned, but strangely, the hens were fine, only their expressions became somewhat dazed, and their heads turned red. Then, the hens suddenly rushed towards the nearby roosters.

Yes, later, not only hens emerged from the grave mound, but also several roosters with red combs. They weren't particularly big, about the same size as the hens.

Now, all the few remaining roosters have been pinned to the ground by the hens, who are under the influence of the red mist.
"Huh? Is this some kind of internal strife?"

Meng Ziyang stared blankly at the hen crushing the rooster, scratching his head. "What's with this red mist? Auntie, come look."

Lin Qingquan and Meng Yanxu, who witnessed everything from a short distance away, changed their expressions. The latter jogged over, grabbed Meng Ziyang by the back of the collar, and turned him around. "What are you looking at? When you're done, you two go over there. Uncle will take care of things here. I'll help him."

It was indeed over. The half-demon hen had been bitten to death by Big Yellow, and the rest, Xiao Qiteng, used branches to tie them all up. Just as he was about to come over and deal with the roosters and those affected by the red mist, Meng Yanxu chased him out of the graveyard.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Meng Ziyang said truthfully, puzzled. "The hen that was poisoned by the red mist knocked the rooster down, but my uncle and great-uncle wouldn't let us see it."

Meng Qi looked at Meng Yanxu, "Why, brother?"

Meng Yanxu's lips twitched a few times, and he blurted out some nonsense, "Uncle said that the red mist is poisonous to children and will affect their growth, so he asked you two to stand far away." Affects growth, huh? Well then, never mind, I won't look anymore.

But the two children didn't go far; they just squatted on the outskirts of the cemetery, watching Lin Qingquan and Meng Yanxu busy inside.

"Uncle, this red mist... is it really... for that purpose?"

Meng Yanxu is seventeen years old and usually likes to read novels. In this situation, he can easily associate it with drugs for aphrodisiacs.

The mist wasn't sprayed much, and it had almost completely dissipated by the time they came in. Apart from a few hens that inhaled some, no one else was affected.

"more or less."

Lin Qingquan looked at the hen who was still pinning the rooster down; she hadn't recovered her senses yet, and it looked like it would continue for a long time.

Considering the two curious children not far away, he drew the soft sword from his waist and chopped off all the chickens' heads in a few swift movements.

"Uncle, why does the chicken demon spew this kind of mist?"

"I guess this is one of its innate abilities, growing a second head and possessing this talent. In battle, it can confuse the opponent's mind, making it easy to defeat them."

"Talent skills? What are talent skills?"

Lin Qingquan, who was picking up chicken heads and putting them into a bag, turned to Meng Yanxu and asked with a smile, "What? Interested?"

Meng Yanxu suddenly recalled something his Ninth Grandfather had said that morning: "Since you're not going down this path, then don't ask so many questions."

His face flushed, and he whispered, "I can't know, right?"

Lin Qingquan shook his head. "No, I'm just telling you that Xiao Qi and Zi Yang's ability to manipulate leaves is a talent skill of your Meng family."

"Huh?" Meng Yanxu was stunned. "Our Meng family's talent? Then...do I have it too?"

"I don't know if you have it or not. It can only be seen once you open your meridians and start cultivating."

Meng Yanxu was instantly conflicted. He had no interest in cultivation before and had never intended to take this path, so it was nothing to him.

But now that they've suddenly discovered that their Meng family has a rare and uncommon talent in their blood, wouldn't it be a waste of their natural resources not to cultivate it under these circumstances?
After thinking for a long time, he stammered, "But... am I too old? Have I missed the best time?"

Lin Qingquan piled all the chickens together, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then waved for Xiao Qi to come and collect them.

He and Meng Yanxu walked out, each carrying one of the two items. As they walked, he answered Meng Yanxu's question, "It's definitely better to start cultivating as early as possible, but you're only seventeen, so it's not too late. Just think about your aunt, when did she start cultivating?"

Meng Yanxu knew this. His aunt only started cultivating after giving birth to Xiao Qi and returning home. In other words, she had been cultivating for several years as long as Xiao Qi was old.

"Is Auntie good at manipulating leaves?"

"He's better than Ziyang."

Meng Yanxu was immediately interested upon hearing this.

Lin Qingquan glanced at him and smiled, "Don't rush, think it over first. You're a senior in high school this year, so you should focus your energy on the college entrance exam. Even if you want to cultivate, it's best to wait until after the exam."

On the other side, Meng Qi put all the hens and roosters into her storage ring. When she returned to the car, she took out a small portion of them and put them in the trunk.

Just then, a police car arrived with its siren blaring.
(End of this chapter)