"CLUCK CLUCK!" After spitting out the object, the fat chicken immediately felt much better. It tilted its head, looking at what Jing Shu held in her hand. What is this thing? It almost killed me! I couldn't swallow it or excrete it, and I even laid fewer eggs! If Grandma Jing finds out I'm not laying anymore, won't I be turned into soup?!
This was an ordinary, unremarkable tick, no different from the many ticks fluttering in the air, even seemingly molded from the same form as other ticks. It was really just an ordinary tick.
