Meng Yan's Transformation

"I don't believe it! How could such a beautiful rooster peck everyone it sees? Dad said he wanted to pluck the rooster's feathers to make a feather duster, and the rooster was naturally unhappy when he heard that. He suddenly became angry. That's why he pecked Dad's hand. If we let him go free and treat him well, the rooster will naturally be grateful to us and won't peck people randomly."

While Zhan Mengyan was speaking, she was about to untie the hemp rope tied to the big rooster's legs.

As soon as Zhan Mengyan reached out her hand, the rooster pecked her fiercely. Its sharp beak, like a knife, instantly pierced a small, crimson hole in her finger. Blood immediately oozed out, a few drops at first, then forming thin lines that snaked down her knuckles, gleaming blindingly in the sunlight. The wound burned, as if a fire was burning. The rooster, however, persisted, attempting another pounce, its wings flapping and stirring in the wind, its triumphant clucking.

"Hahaha... Zhan Mengyan, have you read too many Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio? You've been so caught up in the love affairs between ghosts, foxes, and monsters in those stories that you can't pull yourself out of it. You think that if you save a fox, a rabbit, or a rooster, they will repay you with gratitude? This rooster really can't be killed yet. Let's see if it can turn into a beautiful young man tomorrow and repay our kindness in our house by giving us some gold and silver ingots... Hahaha..."

As Zhan Yingying spoke, her laughter suddenly erupted like a silver bell. She suddenly covered her mouth, her eyelashes fluttering like frightened butterfly wings, but laughter still spilled from between her fingers. With the crisp "chuckles," she slumped down as if her bones had been pulled out, her waist bent like a fully drawn bow, her head dropping to her knees, her shoulders shuddering, and the headband in her hair bounced with her movements, sliding from her head like a feather blown by the wind, lightly tracing a curve. The subtle sound of the metal clip rubbing against her hair was drowned out by Zhan Yingying's laughter. She tried to prop herself up with her hands covering her stomach, but just after standing up for two seconds, she collapsed with laughter. Her round face turned red and beads of sweat oozed from the tip of her nose. Finally, she simply lay on her back on the haystack beside her, kicking the air with her feet. Her laughter was filled with breathless sobs, and the candies in her shirt pockets fell out with the bumps.

"Zhan Yingying! What's so funny about this? Your sister was pecked by a rooster, how can you still laugh? Come into the house and put some anti-inflammatory powder on your sister's hand and bandage it."

While Yunqing was speaking, she glared at Zhan Yingying and kicked her. Zhan Yingying tried hard to hold back her laughter and climbed up from the haystack.

"This rooster's beak is so dirty, it's poisonous. Let some blood flow out to flush out the bacteria, don't worry. Zhan Mengyan, your finger doesn't hurt, does it? This is the rooster's kiss of gratitude, but it was a little heavy... hehe..."

As Zhan Yingying spoke, she couldn't help but laugh ghostly.

"Sister Yingying, you're right. My finger doesn't hurt at all. Look at how bright the blood is! The rooster's arrival at our house brings good luck to me, foreshadowing a prosperous new year for us. It's truly a good omen! As long as you promise not to kill the rooster, you can say whatever you want, even make fun of me. Dad, I promised you not to kill the rooster, so why did you carry it into the kitchen? Put it in the chicken coop!"

As Zhan Mengyan was talking, she saw Zhan Yu carrying a large rooster into the kitchen. A bad premonition rushed into her mind - Dad is going to find a knife to kill the chicken!