When Xue Yue climbed up the eaves, the hairs on the back of Chu Chen's neck suddenly exploded. The third eye of the three-eyed crow glowed green in the dark, and the tip of its beak was still stained with the blood of an unknown unlucky person. He subconsciously grabbed the broom tightly - this beast just pecked through the wrist of the handyman Lao Wu yesterday.
