I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 113 Becoming Famous

"Since you're here, we'll leave."

The officers who got out of the police car were ordinary police officers from the town where this area is located, not patrol officers from Lin'an.

It's normal for them to come over when someone dies in the village.

He raised his hand and pointed to several courtyards in different directions, "Over there, over there, and over there, I can smell the stench of corpses. To avoid disturbing the scene, I didn't go in to check."

The three police officers tensed up as soon as they heard this. It wasn't that they were cowardly; it was just that in recent years, almost every death was related to demons.

They were just ordinary police officers, with average skills and even more ordinary weapons. When they encountered monsters, they had no choice but to run away or be killed.

The group exchanged glances, and the oldest among them, steeling himself, spoke up, "Mr. Lin."

"Don't worry, the demons here have been killed, and the village is safe for now. But there's something strange; I've been here for a while, but I haven't encountered a single person."

Upon hearing that the demon had been killed, the three police officers immediately breathed a sigh of relief. One of them explained with a smile, "Most of the people in this village have moved away. It's part of a production brigade with two other villages, and it was always small, with just over a hundred households. A bull demon had previously ravaged about ten of these homes—oh, the one Mr. Lin killed earlier. That beast ran from this side, and the villagers were scared. Some went to the city to stay with relatives, and some moved to the town. In the end, only about ten elderly people living alone remained."

Lin Qingquan understood. No wonder the village was deserted and there were so many graves in the cemetery.

He sighed inwardly and said to the three officers, "Let's go, I'll go with you to take a look."

The four men entered the nearest courtyard and pushed open the half-closed gate. The stench became even stronger, and the three officers immediately covered their noses.

Lin Qingquan then used his inner energy to shut down his sense of smell, so that he could not smell even the most unpleasant odors.

The group found two mutilated bodies in the kitchen. Upon seeing them, two of the young officers simultaneously gagged and ran outside to vomit.

The older man, suppressing his discomfort, stayed behind. He stared in shock at the corpse's missing eyeballs, nose, and ears. Through the two holes in the eye sockets, he could even see that the brain was empty, with nothing but maggots crawling out of it.

The demons that killed them liked to eat brains?
The older police officer froze for a few seconds, then asked Lin Qingquan in a trembling voice, "Mr. Lin, could you please tell me, what kind of demon was that?"

"Two-headed chicken demon".

Lin Qingquan looked at him strangely, "Your people all went to us for help, didn't you know?"

The police officer shook his head blankly, "I don't know."

Lin Qingquan remained silent for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.

As they drove away, one of the young officers chased after them and tried to stop them, saying, "Mr. Lin, could you wait a moment? Our Captain Zhang will be here soon."

"No need, I have other things to do."

The police officers dared not say anything and could only stand by the roadside and watch the people leave.

They had only been gone for less than five minutes when a Jeep sped up. Before it had even come to a complete stop, a head popped out of the window and asked anxiously, "Where's Lin Qingquan?"

"gone."

"What should we do, Captain Zhang? Should we give chase?"

"Sigh, forget it, chasing after them would make our intentions too obvious. Let's deal with things here first."

Meng Yanxu brought a hen home. When his father heard that it was a half-demon, he jumped up from the sofa with joy and quickly boiled water to scald the chicken.

Instead of going back to his room to do his homework as usual, Meng Yanxu sat on a small stool in the kitchen, watching his father busy himself.

Meng Shubing found it strange, turned to look at him, and asked curiously, "What's with that expression? What are you trying to do?" "Dad, why don't you ask where this chicken came from?"

"What's there to ask? It's either your aunt, your uncle, or Xiao Qi. It couldn't possibly be you who killed her, could it?"

Meng Yanxu choked up, pursed his lips, and remained silent.

Meng Shubing, plucking chicken feathers, asked, "Wasn't it exciting watching them fight monsters today?"

Not hearing a reply from his son, he didn't care and continued muttering, "I've said so much to you before, and you just ignored it all. So how did you feel today watching your sister and nephew fight the monster, while you were like a useless piece of trash, helpless and powerless?"

"If you want to study, then continue studying. I didn't say you couldn't. But does studying conflict with cultivation? No, it doesn't."

"Putting everything else aside, if one day a demon enters your school, and the entire school is made up of students who are powerless to even kill a chicken, what other way out do you have but to die? But if you have kung fu skills and can slay the demon with your bare hands and save your classmates and teachers from danger, wouldn't you become a hero?"

Listening to his father's words, Meng Yanxu felt for the first time that his father was quite silly.

Is this an attempt to make him follow in the footsteps of Superman and Spider-Man?
He interrupted his rambling and asked, "Meng Chi, the Meng of Meng Jiangnu, do you know who he is?"

Meng Shubing paused in plucking the feathers, turned to look at his son, and asked, "Where did you hear that from?"

Meng Yanxu understood; his father knew.

He told the truth, "This morning someone asked if Ninth Grandfather was a descendant of Meng Chi. He came by following my aunt's car."

Meng Shubing's pupils contracted. He got up and washed his hands under the tap, saying to his son as he washed, "Plucking off the last bit of fur is fine. When your mother comes back, she can stew it in a pot."

"Who exactly is Meng Chi? Dad, you have to tell me."

Meng Yanxu stopped Meng Shubing. He was very curious about this name and wanted to know what extraordinary abilities this person had that made him memorable for over a hundred years.

Grandpa Jiu said that if he wasn't going down this path, there was no need for him to understand it, but what if he were to take this path?

"Dad, I've made up my mind. I want to cultivate with my aunt, but I'll have to wait until after my college entrance exam."

Meng Shubing's eyes lit up. "After the college entrance exam is fine," he thought, "as long as my son is willing."

“Meng Chi is our Meng family’s ancestor. This matter is a bit complicated. I’ll explain it to you in detail when I get back.”

He had to ask Uncle Jiu: now that someone had found this place, what about the Meng family in the Northwest?

Did you also find out about their existence?

If they know but don't come looking for us, it's fine; both sides can live in peace and go their separate ways.

But if they came to find Meng Shubing, he would narrow his eyes and see a bunch of good-for-nothings. Their branch of the family was able to settle here and continue for a hundred years, but it was only because Aunt Zeng risked her life that they were able to settle here. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they had a blood feud.

At this moment, Meng Jiu and Meng Shulan were also discussing this matter. When Lin Qingquan heard Fang Bingjun's name, he frowned. "This person used to be the head of the Enforcement Hall of Shan Hai Tang. He is known for being ruthless and unscrupulous. He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. In short, he is not a kind person."

The most troublesome thing is that he actually took a liking to Xiao Qi.

Meng Shulan said coldly, "Isn't this all the work of the Xiao family? I bet Xiao Qi is already famous in the cultivator circle. It's only a matter of time before the Meng family in the Northwest finds out about her and uses her to investigate us."

Good afternoon!

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