After all thirteen resumes were sunk into the sea, Tu Ran let himself go.

In the middle of the morning, she stayed up late chasing the drama, ordered a takeout, opened a can of beer, and was out of control.

After drinking three cans in a row, he lay on the carpet on all fours.

Thinking back on the decadent life of the past few days, she felt guilty.

"Oh my God, give me a job!"

She roared impotently, and two seconds later, cried at her own actions, kicked the empty can, rolled over, and fell asleep on the fluffy carpet.

Half-asleep, she saw a bird's beak, two centimeters in front of her eyes, grayish-white, thin and long, hooking a sharp arc downward.

Tu Ran thinks of fried chicken.

"It's time for some fried chicken...... Lunch is ...... Eat fried chicken ......"

Tu Ran didn't care much, muttered, turned over, turned his back to everything he saw, and continued to sleep.

The soft carpet was a bit awkward, and she barely fell asleep.

In dreams.

"Sting...... Tear ...... Tear ......"

It's too noisy.

She couldn't sleep well.

My stomach is also a little cold and swishy.

It shouldn't be.

Tu Ran thought in a daze, there was heating in the house, and he was still wearing pajamas.

Her eyelids were heavy, and she barely opened a slit to see what was going on.

The scene of opening his eyes made Tu Ran break out in a cold sweat.

An oversized chicken head was pecking at her belly with its head down, and a strip of cloth hung from its beak curved like an iron hook.

Tu Ran's head was completely sober.

The body temperature told her that now that her belly had been exposed, the next landing point of the chicken essence must be her stomach.

Through the gap in the cloth strip, the chicken's fine and sharp beak, like a bamboo stick, tilts its head slightly, and its neck forms a natural arc.

It's making the final warm-up for the next disembowelment of its prey.

Tu Ran didn't hesitate, and subconsciously rolled over.

Gray dust splashed behind him, and there was a loud sound like nails being hammered into the ground.

She avoided the fate of being poked into a sugar gourd.

The movements are so flexible, Tu Ran himself is secretly surprised.

The weak body that has just reached the passing line in the five years of college has become light and powerful.

Tu Ran didn't care about looking back, quickly got up, and ran forward.

As he ran, he pinched his palm with his fingernails a few times.

"Turan! Wake up! ”

"If you don't wake up, you're going to be eaten!"

"Wake up!"

Tu Ran thought he was running fast, but he still underestimated the strength of the chicken essence.

The wind suddenly raged, and a sharp and strange cry like a baby's cry sounded from behind him, shaking people's ears.

Tu Ran's scalp was numb, and she intuitively felt that this sound must have come from a strange bird behind her, and what made her stand on end was that the sound was getting closer and closer.

Looking ahead, there was no shelter but a bare mountain peak that was nearly vertical.

She had nowhere to run.

With a "whoosh", the strange bird flew over her head, and the shadow enveloped her, and then landed on her path, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Tu Ran stopped abruptly, swallowed his saliva, and retreated quietly.

If it was a dream, it would be too real.

The monster in front of you is not simply a two-person tall oversized chicken essence.

Its appearance is more like a falcon, with jet-black shiny wings, and its muscular body is full of wildness, unlike the eagle, it has slender blade-like horns on the top of its head, like a rhinoceros.

She had never had a dream so real.

Tu Ran was looking at it, and it was also tilting its head to look at her.

It didn't seem to understand why Lunch, which was already breathless, could suddenly stand up and run out from under its mouth.

The two lines of sight met in mid-air, and in just 0.1 seconds, Tu Ran turned around and ran.