Don't follow the rules

Chapter 479: Haojiu Home Furnishing City (Fifty-Five)
Anhan kicked his legs and flapped his wings. The primitive potential of birds was stimulated. At that moment, he felt that he belonged to the sky.

The slightly raised eaves were not far from the ventilation duct, and An Han successfully hooked the edge of the eaves with his beak. Although his body was very heavy, he managed to stabilize it with the help of his wings.

He didn't dare to rest because he knew his fragile neck could not support his entire bloated body for long. He had to climb to the roof quickly before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly heard a "click".

Anhan widened his eyes in shock. He never expected that his beak would be the first to collapse before his neck.

First there was a crisp breaking sound transmitted through the skull, followed by the belated pain and the feeling of weightlessness.

Without having time to mourn the loss of his mouth, Anhan's clear brain immediately started working. He flapped his wings, turned 180 degrees in the air, and landed in an ugly but safe posture.

He struggled to support his body with his wings, and it took him a long time to stop feeling dizzy.

"The beak is broken." Anhan smacked his lips worriedly.

He used his cross-eyed eyes to observe the broken beak. The cross section was surprisingly neat. It did not look like it had been broken due to gravity. Instead, it looked like it had been cut by someone with a pair of scissors.

The turkey medullary tumor mentioned earlier covers a wide area of ​​the turkey's head and neck. The upper part of the beak of many turkeys will be completely covered by the medullary tumor, and some will even hang down like snot.

It would have been fine if only a little bit of keratin was broken this time, but Anhan's beak was broken almost to his eyes, and a large piece of skin was torn off. After the initial adrenaline subsided, the delayed blood and severe pain made Anhan almost unable to think.

Ouch——Ouch——

There were a few wolf howls in the distance.

An Han's pupils shrank.

"Is this... the sound of a wild animal outside the fence?"

He struggled to get up.

Although Anhan thought the farm fence was high enough to block these beasts that roamed at night, he was not sure whether these cunning carnivores would dig holes. In addition, he was injured and had a strong smell of blood, so it was unwise to stay outside the chicken coop.

Anhan struggled to stand still, quickly returned to the chicken coop, curled up in his familiar corner, tightened his neck, closed his eyes, and prayed that this long night would pass quickly.

I don’t know how long it took, but the first ray of morning sunlight finally shone through the window into the chicken coop.

It’s still early, but already time for the first meal of the day.

The man arrived as promised, with a kind smile and feed.

All the turkeys gathered around happily, except Anhan, who didn't stand up. He still stayed in his little corner.

The man quickly noticed Anhan's abnormality and walked towards him.

An Han glanced at the man listlessly, mumbling in his throat, "I'm not eating today."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, An Han was grabbed by the neck and dragged out of the chicken coop by the man. Before he could struggle or resist, the man skillfully grabbed his wings and lifted him up.

The man said compassionately: "Ah, such a serious injury..."

The other turkeys were busy eating, and occasionally a few chickens that didn't get a seat followed the man walking around the chicken coop.

They chirped:

"Eh? How did he get into this state?"

"Who knows? Anyway, he keeps to himself. There's no chicken to fight with him. He did it himself."

"He always likes to think about some strange things."

"It's useless!"

"Yes, it's useless."

"I think about useless things every day and I don't even like to eat."

"If you are not active in eating, there is something wrong with your brain."

"There's something wrong with your brain! There's something wrong with your brain!"

Anhan wanted to refute, but the severe pain in his mouth prevented him from opening his mouth.

Seeing that An Han didn't say anything, the chickens mocked even more vigorously:
"Aren't you smart? Aren't you aloof? Why aren't you talking? Cluck, cluck, cluck~" "He's just an idiot. How could a truly smart chicken pout its own beak?"

"That's it!"

"I can't even eat now, hahaha!"

"He deserves it. He can't even do his job as a chicken and can only think about other things."

"A few days ago, he said he wanted to fly. I was so amused."

"Idiot! Idiot!"

Anhan's head drooped weakly.

These voices were harsh and familiar. It was not the first time he had heard them, but only this time did they make him feel deeply powerless.

The man carried him out of the chicken coop and took him outside the fence.

Anhan perked up a little. He had never thought that he could cross the fence in this way.

“Maybe getting hurt isn’t such a bad thing?”

He endured the pain, raised his head, and looked curiously at everything outside the fence.

In addition to the green fields seen through the gaps in the fence, there were many steel behemoths emitting black smoke and shuttling back and forth, the occasional hound, and another hut that looked exactly like a chicken coop.

But Anhan smelled a hint of danger.

Although his entire nasal cavity was now filled with the smell of his own blood, the blood that was overflowing from the hut in front of him was no less intense.

He looked up at the man. The man still had the same smile on his face and even looked happier than usual.

The man hummed a song quietly as he took down a large iron knife stained with blood from the wall outside the hut.

"Without a mouth, a chicken cannot eat. It will not survive for more than a few days. Fortunately, I discovered it early."

He placed An Han on the chopping board and raised the big knife high: "Otherwise, the meat will not taste good in a few days."

咚

Knife up and down.

An Han only felt the world spinning before his eyes, followed by a dull sound of something landing on the ground.

He finally knew what the dull sound that always came from the quiet night was - it was the sound of a big knife chopping off people.

The shock of being beheaded unexpectedly was far greater than the physical pain, so much so that in the last second before Anhan lost consciousness, he was still constantly thinking and reviewing how he ended up on this road to death.

The beakless head rolled far away, and the man did not bother to pick it up, letting it disappear under a haystack.

The dry straw closed the lifeless eyes of the turkey that died with its eyes open. When Anhan opened his eyes again, he was once again squeezed together with a group of furry little turkeys.

"What...what's going on?" An Han was stunned.

The man who had just chopped off Anhan's head and praised his plump meat appeared in front of him again. The man was sweating profusely as he carried baskets of newly arrived chicks.

Anhan was dumped into the chicken coop along with the other chicks.

The chicks screamed in fear and curiosity, making Anhan's head throb.

Subconsciously, he was about to leave the flock of chickens in disgust, but suddenly the memory of being laughed at by the flock of chickens before he died in his previous life came flooding back to him, and the sound lingered in his ears.

"Don't you think you're smart?"

"You deserve it when I call you aloof!"

……

Anhan slowly retracted his claws and disappeared into the noisy flock of chickens with a dull look in his eyes.

Thanks to Zhukonger for sending me these two crying little noses!