Before reaching the doorstep, he hears the terrified cries of cattle and sheep on the street; then, a flock of chickens and ducks suddenly flutters their wings and flies out of the courtyard walls—this is impossible! How can domesticated chickens and ducks fly so high?
What on earth happened in the yard?!
Taking a deep breath, Yang forcefully pushed open the courtyard door.
The courtyard was eerily silent, devoid of the screams of family, the vigilance of neighbors—this deathly stillness was more frightening than any noisy sound.
Then they heard the sound of chewing.
Sometime ago, several black pigs that were supposed to be in their pen broke through the fence, and at this moment, one is bowing its head, greedily tearing at a chicken's corpse. With a flick of its massive pig head, it easily bites off the chicken's head and savors the blood within the cavity.
