Not even a person or hand.
It's just a chicken, a big black hen, holding a simple broken stone sword in its beak.
"Hitting a rock with an egg..."
Previously, Matchmaker didn't know what that was, she believed no one in the world would ever do such a thing.
Now she felt she was witnessing something even more absurd than "hitting a rock with an egg"—a chicken fighting a ghost.
Matchmaker was filled with despair, showing an expression of hopelessness: "What am I even expecting..."
But that chicken!
The Black Chicken held the sword in its sharp beak, its chicken eyes half-closed, half revealing a cold gleam, half showcasing its sharpness, clearly conveying a sense of "Across the world all are ants, only I, the Black Chicken, reign supreme."
Its chicken eyes stared dryly at the White-faced Ghost, and in an instant, spectators had a blurry vision as if seeing the chicken's beak slightly tilt upward?
In an instant, the comments from Golden Apricot exploded:
