MMB Chapter 255
Chapter 255
Night falls in Xingfuli residential area, a light drizzle is falling.
The hot pot was bubbling away, the red oil was churning, and the white broth was boiling.
While putting vegetables into the pot, Meng Xing poured Jiang Chaosheng a glass of wine.
Jiang Chaosheng has never drunk alcohol.
For someone like him, maintaining a clear mind at all times is extremely important.
He was extremely strict with himself, allowing no room for slackness or indulgence.
Whether it's now that I'm in charge, or when I was a corporate slave.
His fingers lightly rubbed against the wine glass, but his thoughts drifted back to the dilapidated temple in White Fish Village.
That was his first time drinking alcohol.
On the night he developed a high fever, his mother stole the tribute wine meant for the mountain goddess and used it to wipe his body repeatedly with a handkerchief to lower his temperature.
At that time, he didn't know what it was; he only thought it smelled pungent and unpleasant.
Later, when he grew up, he learned that it was alcohol. But he never thought of drinking it.
Meng Xing smiled and raised his glass, clinking it against his:
"Let's have a bite first."
Jiang Chaosheng remained silent for a while before downing his drink in one gulp.
As the liquor entered my throat, its spiciness burned from the tip of my tongue all the way down to my stomach, like a fire dragon rolling in my esophagus.
He frowned slightly, then quickly relaxed.
No wonder even immortals enjoy drinking.
"Hiss—ha—" Meng Xing smacked his lips, looking completely satisfied.
"The alcohol is still the best."
He suddenly remembered something and called out towards the kitchen:
"Oh, right, honey, bring the dumplings! Ah Sheng loves dumplings."
Not long after, Meng Xing's wife, Ye Yunyun, came out with a plate of freshly cooked dumplings and placed it on the table.
She clapped her hands and said with a smile:
"Your brother Meng is crazy, making me go buy frozen dumplings."
"Why eat frozen dumplings when we're already home?"
Meng Xing chuckled and scratched his head:
"I don't know how to cook, and I'm too embarrassed to trouble my wife to make dumplings."
Ye Yunyun rolled her eyes at him, a roll that was full of charm:
"You only have three friends, can't I even make dumplings for your friends?"
Meng Xing felt incredibly proud, his face beaming as he looked at Jiang Chaosheng like a child showing off a toy.
"Try your sister-in-law's cooking."
As he spoke, he picked up his chopsticks and placed a dumpling on Jiang Chaosheng's plate, carefully turning it so that the belly of the dumpling faced upwards.
Then he picked up two more bowls.
Two dumplings were placed in one bowl, and the other bowl was filled with wine.
Meng Xing picked up two bowls, got up, left the dining table, walked towards the house behind Jiang Chaosheng, and pushed open the door.
Jiang Chaosheng turned his head to the side and finally saw what the room looked like.
In the small space, there was a shrine against the wall, covered with a black velvet cloth, and a statue of a deity was placed in the center.
The black skeleton, draped in a black robe, held a scythe, and had two dark red gems embedded in its eyes, which gleamed eerily in the candlelight.
A statue of the Grim Reaper.
Meng Xing placed the two bowls in front of the statue and lit three incense sticks.
Then he closed the door, turned around, and met Jiang Chaosheng's gaze.
He chuckled:
"Everyone has some kind of faith. Let's eat, let's eat."
Jiang Chaosheng withdrew his gaze and asked casually:
"Are you from the United States?"
Meng Xing paused for a moment after sitting down, his chopsticks hovering in mid-air:
How did you know?
Jiang Chaosheng said:
"It is said that some people over there like to worship the god of death."
Meng Xing chuckled self-deprecatingly, picked up a piece of tripe, and dipped it in the pot.
"Your sister-in-law and I used to work in the United States."
Later, when he couldn't make it there anymore, he went back to the Xia Kingdom.
Jiang Chaosheng remembered Yang Xiao saying:
Whether it's the Ghost Inspection Bureau or the Dark Council, their main task is to eliminate the ghosts of the United States.
Ghosts and demons are both servants of death.
The difference is that ghosts are numerous, weak in combat, and cannot be exposed to sunlight;
Demons are powerful in combat, but they can disguise themselves and live like normal people.
Could Meng Xing be a demon in disguise?
Jiang Chaosheng scrutinized him carefully for a while.
His eyebrows and eyes were ordinary, his figure was ordinary, and there was no fluctuation of supernatural power in his every move.
No matter how you look at it, it's human.
He chuckled self-deprecatingly and shook his head.
Lately, I've been feeling restless, and the prophecy from that Mirror of Knowledge has made me increasingly sensitive.
Of course, we should also investigate Meng Xing secretly—it's never wrong to be cautious.
Meng Xing poured him another glass of wine:
"Ah Sheng, what do you do for a living again?"
I remember you saying that, but I think I've forgotten.
"Selling antiques."
Meng Xing paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue twice, his tone filled with genuine envy:
"That works! It's good for cultured people, and it makes money too."
Jiang Chaosheng took the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"And what about you?"
"Your sister-in-law owns a coffee shop. What did you do before?"
After a few drinks, Meng Xing's face was as red as a boiled crab, and he was even slurring his words.
"Me? I used to be a farmer, but later..."
Ye Yunyun secretly nudged him with her leg under the table.
The movement was very secretive, but it did not escape Jiang Chaosheng's eyes.
Meng Xing paused, reorganized his thoughts, and continued:
"Later, I went to the United States to work as a servant and help people fight."
Jiang Chaosheng nodded.
Hired to fight for someone—maybe a bodyguard, or even a mercenary.
Jiang Chaosheng nodded.
Hired to fight for someone—maybe a bodyguard, or even a mercenary.
He remembered that when he first met Meng Xing, a thief stole his wallet.
That reaction speed, that observational ability, is definitely not that of an ordinary person.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Meng Xing looked at the gate, frowned, and spoke with displeasure at being disturbed:
"Who is it, coming at mealtime? Have no manners at all. My dear wife, go open the door."
Ye Yunyun had the air of a virtuous wife and loving mother. She put down her chopsticks, got up, and walked to the door.
She opened the door, and her body visibly trembled.
It was as if I was blown by the wind outside the door, or as if I was startled by something else.
"Why are you here?" Her voice sounded a little unnatural.
A deep male voice came from the doorway:
"I'm here on a business trip, sister-in-law, and I thought I'd drop by to see Brother Meng."
Jiang Chaosheng leaned back in his chair and glanced at the doorway without making a sound.
A man with slicked-back hair stood there.
He was physically strong but not rugged, with deep-set features and an inexplicable melancholy in his eyes.
Ye Yunyun stepped aside and called out towards the dining table:
"Honey, Cao Ye is here."
Jiang Chaosheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
Cao Ye?
Is he the director of the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs?
Before his thoughts had even settled, Cao Ye had already walked to the dining table.
Cao Ye looked at Meng Xing, a hint of respect barely perceptible in his eyes, but his words were sharp, teasing:
"What's wrong, Brother Meng? He's had too much to drink again?"
Ye Yunyun then came over with new bowls and chopsticks and placed them in front of Cao Ye:
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Let's grab something to eat together."
She turned to Jiang Chaosheng and introduced him with a smile:
"Ah Sheng, let me introduce you. Meng Xing has three friends."
You are one, and he is one.
His name is Cao Ye, and he comes from the capital.
Ye Yunyun was meticulous in her work. She patted Cao Ye on the shoulder and added:
"We happen to have dumplings."
My husband, Lao Meng, is a bit strange; both his sons love dumplings.
Jiang Chaosheng became even more convinced that Cao Ye was the director of the Abnormal Management Bureau.
A faint, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips.
Unexpectedly, my first meeting with Cao Ye would be under these circumstances.
This Brother Meng... is indeed extraordinary.
Cao Ye took off his coat and draped it over the back of the chair before sitting down.
"Sister-in-law, don't bother with that, sit down and eat with us."
Ye Yunyun appeared very enthusiastic towards him, but Jiang Chaosheng could see that beneath that enthusiasm lay a subtle, almost imperceptible, distance.
She patted Cao Ye on the shoulder again and smiled:
"No, I'm on a diet right now. I'll go to my room to rest first. You guys eat."
.....