Chapter 12: Where Does the Meat Come From?(It's Late, Shame!)

Chapter 12

Yang's face changed drastically: "How is it possible? Yang Shu doesn't dare to lie to me!"

Kumen was unmoved, and the tone of his voice did not change: "There is no such thing, as for whether Yang Shu dares to lie to you, this is not something that this priest can know." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"You!"

Yang Zheng's face was pale, and he was about to say something.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him, "Lord Priest, Lord Priest!"

Then, I heard the sound of sporadic and hurried footsteps.

Both of them looked back.

I saw a group of dozens of people running towards this side, and Kumen's eyes stared, these people were the family members of the thirty-four people.

In front of him, dozens of people knelt down to salute.

"Lord Priest, today my son was taken away by the poplar tree, saying that you summoned him, but he has not come back until now, I wonder ...... my son?" asked a man who was one of the people who had hunted with Kumen that day.

"Yes, my son Yang Gui was also called away by Yang Shu, but he hasn't come back yet!"

"Lord Kumen, our little six also asked Yang Shu to call him away, as soon as you said that you were summoning him, he hurriedly followed Yang Shu, but he didn't go home until now, usually at this time, he would have come back a long time ago!?"

For a while, the voices were chattering, all asking about their own children.

"What?!"

Kumen looked angry: "Is it possible that this poplar tree wants to rebel against my Yang family? This priest has never given such an order from today to now!"

"How is that possible?"

"What about me?"

"Yang Shu's strength is low, how can he dare to rebel against the Yang family!" Yang Zheng snorted coldly.

In fact, when all these people came over, Yang Zheng's face changed and became extremely ugly, as a patriarch, he was still relatively clear about every family.

These people, their disappeared children, are not much different from his son Yang Ling's age!

All of them are about fifteen years old, and who will be the most advantageous person at the thought of all these children disappearing?

It's obviously the sanctimonious priest in front of him!

"I heard that all those children were taken to your priest's mansion by Poplar!" Yang Zheng asked loudly, not even saying honorifics.

Yang Ling's talent is much stronger than him, and among the younger generation of the entire clan, he is just one step away from the two of them, and he has always had high hopes.

And he was also sure that Kumen would never dare to kill all the thirty-four children!

If he really dares to do this, I'm afraid that no one in the whole clan will let him go!

"If the priest harms the younger generation of the clan for any personal reasons or interests, representing the future of the clan, I still hope you can think about it clearly!" Yang Zheng's face was cold, and several big hats covered the head of the bitter sect.

Kumen's face remained unchanged, but a glint flashed in his eyes.

"I won't say what I've said a third time!"

"Never!"

Yang Zheng's pupils shrank, and his figure retreated a little unconsciously, and then reacted again, and suddenly felt as if he had been insulted.

He is recognized as a strong person in the clan who can rank in the top ten!

This bitter man is just a lucky kid, and his strength is not as strong as his!

It was an insult that he would be scared off by such a kid!

"Humph!"

If it weren't for the scruples of Kumen's identity, he would have beheaded him to the ground right now and let Kumen hand over all the children.

Kumen just glanced at Yang Zheng lightly and didn't say anything, but just like that, it also made Yang Zheng feel as if he was being targeted by a beast in the wilderness, and his breath was suffocated.

"For now, the only way to do this is to go to the poplar's house and take a look. Kumen said lightly.

The others are now like headless flies, naturally they don't have the slightest opinion, in fact, for these people whose strength is not strong, the identity of the bitter door is already unattainable.

They didn't dare to question Kumen like Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he closed his mouth and followed behind everyone and walked towards Yang Shu's home.

Poplar is not strong, but he is always active in front of the middle and upper echelons of the clan, so his house is relatively close to the center, and like other weak people, some of them are leaning on the edge of the territory, and occasionally there are some blind beasts that attack these people, and they are often able to successfully retreat, taking two lives.

Not for a while.

And they came to one of the houses.

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open directly by the leading man.

The children in the thirties disappeared, and they were already anxious in their hearts, but they didn't dare to show it in front of the bitter door, but they were not so polite to Yang Shu's words.

"Who?"

In the room, a woman's voice came out, accompanied by the cry of a baby.

No one answered, and all of them rushed in.

Inside the house,

A thin woman looked at the large number of big men in front of her with a pale face, especially when she saw the bitter gate, her face suddenly became bloodless.

"You...... What are you doing?" stammered the poplar woman.

At the same time, the figure moved slightly to the side of the bed, and even the nearly one-year-old child who was still crying on the bed didn't care about it.

"Where's the poplar?"

The man at the head asked in a vicious voice.

"Yes, where is the poplar tree? After he called our poplar dog away at noon, the dog hasn't come back yet!"

"Yang... Poplar?"

When the woman heard that she was looking for him, her face became even paler, and she even brought some crying: "Poplar... Today, after I came back at noon today, I went out, and I haven't come back yet. ā€

"What?"

"Poplar hasn't come back yet?"

"Then what did he go out for at noon, didn't he tell you?"

Everyone began to ask.

"I ...... I, I don't know, he didn't tell me what he was going to do when he went out. The woman, probably getting used to it, replied in a calmer tone.

Wow!

The big man at the head had sharp eyes, pulled the thin woman in the poplar tree away, and lifted the quilt behind her.

A plate of half-eaten meat is sitting underneath.

"Meat!?Where did the poplars come from?"

"Speak quickly!"

"Isn't it that when Poplar brought food to the priest, he was greedy for ink!?"

As soon as they saw the meat hidden under the quilt, everyone's eyes were red, and at the same time, as if they realized something, several people quietly looked at Kumen, who had been standing behind without speaking.

When the thin woman saw that she couldn't stop it, her head slammed, and the whole person was a little blindsided: "I don't know, I don't know anything!"

"Ahem!"

Kumen coughed at this time, and all the people who were going to question closed their mouths, and the scene fell silent.

"This meat was given to Yang Shu at noon, and I heard that his mother-in-law gave birth to a son, and he can eat some good food, and the child can grow up safely. ā€

This time.

Everyone suddenly realized, yes, the priest's meal, everyone knows a rough idea, how dare the poplar be greedy for ink?

What a man!

O Shengming!

The Priest is a good man!

Otherwise, how could he give all the meat and vegetables to the poplar tree and let him take it back to eat!

The eyes of everyone looking at Kumen at this time have changed, from the original simple respect and fear, to now there is some respect and respect in it.

In fact, Kumen was also very puzzled in his heart, before he asked Yang Shu to do errands, he didn't know that he had an infant child at home.

It's just that if he doesn't say a word now, the fate of the mother and son will definitely be extremely miserable.

It was not his intention to let him wait for the mother and son to be burned to death by these angry people on the wood.

"Wait!"

At this moment, Yang Zheng, who had been silently and just had a blue face, spoke, and the spearhead was pointed at the bitter gate!

(Because Monday to Friday is relatively busy, when Saturday and Sunday are free, I want to be lazy, I am really embarrassed, and it is even late.) )

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