I sell demon meat in the city

Chapter 146 Is that a ghost?
Bichuan Town, Meng Family.

"That's roughly the situation, Dad. Is Mengqi's family really a branch of our Meng family?"

Meng Kaijie recounted everything that had happened in the Azure Forest during the day to his father, Meng Wenming, and couldn't help but ask, "Why did you separate from the Meng family? What happened back then? Do you know?"

Meng Wenming said irritably, "How am I supposed to answer all those questions you're asking at once?"

"Then tell me first, is Meng Qi really a member of the Meng family?"

This was a difficult question for Meng Wenming to answer, since his previous investigation of the Meng family in Yunmeng Village had yielded no trace of them. Later, Meng Wenze claimed that Meng Shulan possessed the wood attribute due to medication, at which point the investigation ceased, and he stopped paying attention to the old farmers.

But now it's him again who's saying Meng Qi is a member of the Meng family. Does this fifth brother even have any sense of propriety?

However, based on Meng Qi's performance today, she does indeed resemble a member of the Meng family.

“I’m going to see your great-grandfather now; I have to tell him about this.”

After Meng Wenming finished speaking, he got up and left. Meng Kaijie was stunned for two seconds before calling out to his departing figure, "What did you tell me? Fifth Uncle will definitely tell you."

You'll definitely say it?

Meng Wenming sneered. He had been beaten into a pig's head by a little girl. How could he face anyone before he recovered?

He immediately thought of the little girl named Meng Qi and couldn't help but hiss, "That girl is ruthless. Does she know that Meng Wenze values ​​his face the most? Is that why she beat him up like a pig's head?"

Half an hour later, in the living room of the Meng family's main house, an elderly man wearing a gray coarse cloth jacket sat on a rosewood chair, leaning on a dragon-head cane. Next to him sat Meng Wenming, who was relaying what his son had said to the old man.

"You mean, that girl has green leaves in her eyes?"

Meng Wenming nodded. "That's what Kaijie said. Lao Wu was also there at the time."

Upon hearing that Meng Wenze was also present, the old man opened his mouth to ask someone to call him over, but Meng Wenming stopped him, saying, "Uncle, that fifth brother is injured, so it's probably inconvenient for him to come over right now."

"Injured?" The old man was shocked. Then, as if realizing something, he widened his eyes and asked, "Was it that girl who injured him?"

Meng Wenming nodded, thinking to himself, "Is the biggest problem now how he got injured? Is it to find out if the Meng family of Yunmeng Village are actually descendants of our ancestor Meng Chi?"

Yes, although Meng Chi's only son left the Meng family with his wife, children, and sister, it did not prevent the Meng family from continuing to enjoy the credit that Meng Chi had earned through hard work and even at the cost of his life.

Afterwards, they proclaimed the ancestor's talent and great deeds to their descendants, as if to prove that they had not enjoyed his protection in vain, and that they had made him famous for all time.

You should thank me.

Therefore, almost all the descendants of the Meng family knew that there was an ancestor named Meng Chi, but only a few knew that Meng Chi's descendants had long since left the Meng family.

"That little girl has eyes for green leaves, how could she hurt Wenze? So, the Meng family of Yunmeng Village is most likely a descendant of Meng Qi'an."

Meng Qi'an is Meng Chi's only son and Meng Jiu's grandfather.

"Wenming, send people to Yunmeng Village to investigate the Meng family again. This time, you must find out the truth clearly. Most importantly, besides Meng Shulan and Meng Qi, how many other members of the Meng family have secretly activated the wood attribute? We must find out this no matter what."

"Yes, uncle."

As night fell, Meng Qi was sleeping soundly when suddenly a faint white light emanated from her forehead. After a short while, the white light disappeared, and a young man slowly appeared in front of her bed.

The man looked at the little girl, who looked to be about ten years old, on the bed. He was stunned for a moment, then chuckled. "I didn't expect so many years to have passed in the blink of an eye. The little one has grown up so much."

He turned his head and looked around, but the layout and items were still unfamiliar and baffling to him. There was a lampshade-like object fixed to the wall above the bed. Lu Xiaowu looked at it from left to right but couldn't figure out what it was. He raised his hand to poke it with his finger, but his hand passed right through the lampshade without him feeling anything.

Lu Xiaowu sighed, "We need to solidify it into a physical form as soon as possible. We can't keep floating around like a ghost."

However, after sighing, he immediately discovered a very serious problem: there seemed to be no spiritual energy here!
He looked bewildered. "How can I condense a physical form without spiritual energy?"

Lu Xiaowu was instantly distressed. Where was his master? Did she just throw me into a little girl's sea of ​​consciousness and then abandon me?

Last time, he sensed danger and came out to help the little girl. At that time, the child looked to be only five or six years old and didn't realize his master's presence in that village.

Now at least six or seven years have passed, and when he came out for the second time, he still didn't see his master.

Upon realizing a certain possibility, Lu Xiaowu's expression changed.

He knew perfectly well how he died. His soul was scattered in various places, and it was difficult enough to collect it, let alone put it back together. Could it be that his master had settled him down and then gone into seclusion to recuperate?
However, since he can collect souls, then what about Seventh Junior Sister?
No, they're different. Seventh Sister was completely annihilated, unlike him.

The glimmer of hope that had just risen in Lu Xiaowu's eyes was extinguished again. He knew that if he wanted to save his seventh junior sister, he had to fight against the heavens.

We still can't win!

After spacing out for a while, Lu Xiaowu decided to wake the little girl up and have a good talk with her.

He needed to figure out where he was and how his master had met her.

Is there any condition for nurturing his soul in her sea of ​​consciousness? Or is giving her his storage ring a condition?

"Hey, kid, wake up."

Meng Qi was sleeping soundly when she heard an unfamiliar voice.

Who is it? Annoying!
She impatiently waved her hand, then turned over, tucked the blanket under her legs, and continued to sleep.

"This kid sleeps so soundly, he has no sense of alertness at all. Hey, wake up!"

He extended his index finger as if to poke her face, but unexpectedly it didn't go through, leaving a red mark on her fair face.

He remembered now; it was she who nurtured his soul, which was why he was able to meet her.

The pain in her cheek finally pulled Xiao Qi out of her deep sleep. She groggily opened her eyes and immediately felt a cool touch on her cheek.

Lu Xiaowu was rubbing the red mark on her skin.

But in Meng Qi's eyes, it was a man standing in front of her bed taking advantage of her.

Meng Qi was fully awake.

She raised her hand and threw a punch at Lu Xiaowu's face. Because she was lying down and Lu Xiaowu was bent over, the punch sent him flying into the ceiling.

However, the expected impact did not occur; the man who had taken advantage of her vanished through the ceiling in a flash.

Meng Qi stood on the bed with her mouth agape, stunned. A dozen seconds later, she sprang up from the bed and stood there staring at the ceiling, looking left and right.

Damn it, was that a ghost just now?
(End of this chapter)