A flash of white light, and the chicken in Mao Fangfei's hand tilted its neck, spurting out blood. The carotid artery had been severed with a single cut. This was child's play for Mao Fangfei; it was just a matter of cutting the throat and bleeding.

"Oh dear, catch the blood in a bowl. Do you even know how to kill a chicken?"

Enraged, Fang's mother grabbed a bowl to catch the blood. Mao Fangfei threw the nearly dead chicken in the yard, smiled at her again, and said, "All I know how to do is kill."

The sun was shining brightly today, but everyone felt a chill and shivered, sensing that something was wrong.

"Why are you catching chickens? They're just laying eggs! You're killing ducks! Let go!" Fang's mother shouted anxiously.

Mao Fangfei grabbed another plump hen, Fang's mother's precious hen, which could lay one egg a day. She was anxious to go in and save her precious hen, but Mao Fangfei's knife was faster. With a flash of cold light, the hen was on the verge of death.

"Once my knife draws blood, I must kill to my heart's content, otherwise I cannot guarantee that I will not hurt anyone."

Mao Fangfei's smile vanished, her clear black and white eyes staring blankly at Fang's mother. No one else dared to utter a sound, feeling a chill run down their spines. Aunt Fang regretted coming to pay her respects for the New Year; encountering this on the second day of the Lunar New Year was incredibly unlucky.

Then, everyone watched in disbelief as Mao Fangfei swiftly and decisively killed all ten or so hens raised by Fang's mother. The ground was littered with dead chickens and blood, a truly horrifying sight.

Fang's mother was both angry and heartbroken. She ran inside to complain to Fang Yanming, "Don't you care about your wife? She killed all my chickens! So many chickens!"

"Didn't you tell her to kill the chicken? If she doesn't kill it, you complain; if she does, you still complain. Mom, you're really hard to please." Fang Yanming watched TV expressionlessly. It would be even better if she killed it; then he could eat chicken every day.

"I let her kill them all, and you...aren't you going to do anything about it?" Fang's mother was so angry that her heart ached.

"I can't control it. Fangfei will stop once she's had her fill of killing. You don't need to worry about it." Fang Yanming changed to another cartoon. His mood suddenly improved. He wanted to watch something cheerful.

"You...you...oh my god...you're making me so angry..."

Fang's mother had no way to deal with Fang Yanming, so she ran out again. What she saw almost made her vomit blood. The remaining ten or so ducks had also been destroyed by Mao Fangfei, and the yard was full of dead chickens and ducks.

Should we slaughter the pig?

Mao Fangfei held the scalpel in her slender white fingers. She was spotless, without a drop of blood on her body. She then walked towards the pigpen, where two large, fat pigs were kept.

Mr. and Mrs. Fang were so frightened they had heart attacks, and they shouted in unison, "Don't kill them!"

Mao Fangfei stopped, a slight smile playing on her lips. Actually, she didn't want to slaughter the pig; the pigsty was too dirty, and her shoes were very expensive.

"Then I'll gut the chickens and ducks."

Mao Fangfei was very enthusiastic. She brought out stools, tables, and several large basins, and even tied on an apron, ready to dissect the corpse.

"This is my specialty. I can separate the heart, liver, lungs, and spleen clearly, and even the bones and meat. Chickens and humans are actually quite similar, but chickens have far fewer organs. However, these chickens are fresh, so dissecting them won't be difficult. I once came across a corpse that had been dead for several months; it was completely rotten, the meat would melt at the touch, and the taste was incredibly addictive. The maggots were fatter than those in your toilet, wriggling around, white and plump, and they would burst with juice if you squeezed them..."

As Mao Fangfei worked, she explained, recounting cases from her previous work, though she exaggerated them. The Fang family members turned green with shock, their chests felt heavy, and the chickens and ducks in front of them no longer seemed so appealing.