My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 112: Yucai Middle School 13

She had thought the dorm supervisor had already left—yet she was still standing at her bedside!

Yunjin's body stiffened instinctively for a moment, her heart thundering in her chest.

Even that slightest reaction seemed to be caught by the dorm supervisor's sharp senses.

"Hm?" The dorm supervisor gave a curious murmur, bent down, and leaned toward her.

At this moment, if Yunjin were to shut her eyes again after having already opened them a crack, she would surely be noticed by the manager staring so intently at her.

So she could only maintain that narrow slit of an opening. Within her limited field of vision, the dark silhouette drew closer and closer to her face.

Just then, a sound came from outside the window. The dorm supervisor froze mid-movement, as though distracted by it.

Slowly, she straightened up again.

"So late..." With some displeasure, she muttered under his breath as he turned and walked out of the dorm room.

Following the sound of the door shutting, Yunjin heard the dorm supervisor's footsteps descending the stairs from the second floor.

This time, the dorm supervisor had truly left.

Outside the student dormitory.

Three sharp talons clutched tightly at the iron railing beyond the window. Thin birdlike legs were entwined with cords of bright red flesh.

Feathered wings beat restlessly against the glass. Now and then, decayed, broken feathers drifted from its body, scattering into black ash on the night wind.

Soft, scarlet veins, snake-like, writhed and floated in midair, releasing muffled, infant-like calls without cease.

"Ma... mama..."

Inside the dorm room it was pitch dark, not a trace of light. The faint sounds from outside filtered in through the window.

In her sleep, Wan Qian turned over, her breathing steady and even.

The creature seemed to grow anxious, its wings striking the window with greater force.

The twisted veins along its head pulsed as if pumping blood, thumping restlessly, emitting an agitated sound.

"Mama! Mama!"

The creak of an iron door being pulled open. From within the dormitory building emerged a tall, narrow figure.

"So late... why are you still awake?"

The dorm supervisor's face darkened as she listened to the unceasing calls carried by the night wind, and she began searching for whoever was still wandering outside the dormitory so late instead of sleeping.

Circling the building, she traced the sound—and saw the thing clinging outside Wan Qian's window, thrashing its wings.

Half a minute later. The dorm supervisor and the grotesque bird were locked in combat.

Several veins writhed and twisted like bright red snakes, lashing out to ensnare the foe, only to be violently torn away by the dorm supervisor.

Feathers fell from its wings in increasing numbers, while the rotting patches on its body continued to expand.

Yet the broken feathers that landed upon the dorm supervisor burned into his skin, leaving scorched, blackened marks.

Soon, the dorm supervisor's right hand—the one in most contact with the grotesque bird—was burned to blistered flesh, and the battle began to turn against him.

At last, the grotesque bird let out a shrill cry.

Beating its wings, it lunged at the dorm supervisor, its soft, scarlet veins snaking outward in a dense, writhing mass that enveloped the surroundings.

The dorm supervisor was about to be devoured—

When suddenly, a pale hand reached out, seized him, and pulled him aside.

"Sorry, sorry." The butler, who had appeared without anyone noticing, effortlessly separated the struggling, entangled grotesque bird and the dorm supervisor.

He stepped between them, tall and slender, clad in a perfectly tailored tailcoat. His gloves had already been removed.

His face bore the same polite, genteel smile as in the daytime.

"My apologies. This one must have come along with Ms. Wan. Hm... I suppose it can just barely be considered her adopted pet."

The butler spoke to the dorm supervisor with a tone of courtesy and regret.

Perhaps understanding the butler's meaning, the grotesque bird flapped its wings in displeasure.

From its vein-entangled head came muffled cries, as if correcting the butler: "Ma... mama..."

The butler's faint, polite smile did not waver. His voice remained calm and gentle, emphasizing: "Pet."

One master on the farm was already enough. There's no need for a little owner as well!

The grotesque bird whimpered and curled itself up. The veins that had once floated freely like seaweed now all coiled together, forming a small, tight ball.

Bad humans—won't let it recognize mama!

The dorm supervisor's gaze flicked back and forth between the grotesque bird and the butler.

"So this was Ms. Wan's pet—my apologies, I was being reckless."

Knowing full well that Ms. Wan was an honored guest of the school, the dorm supervisor wisely chose to yield.

"It was our failure to handle this matter in advance that disturbed you."

The butler lowered his eyes slightly, wearing just the right shade of apologetic expression. His voice was elegant and gentle.

"Ms. Dorm Supervisor, you may return to your duties. I will take care of things from here."

Hearing this, the dorm supervisor did not linger and left decisively.

Only after watching her depart did the butler turn his attention back to the bird that had flown all the way from Mushroom Village.

What a surprise—he had not expected that Wan Qian had not only tamed the Dog God of Mushroom Village, but also acquired such a... well, bird child?

It should be a pollutant, accidentally created during the famine that struck Mushroom Village.

Yet recalling its earlier fight with the dorm supervisor, the butler felt a flicker of astonishment—this bird child seemed to be stronger than it should be.

"Mama... mama..." Uneasy under the weight of the butler's thoughtful gaze, the bird child let out muffled cries.

By instinct, chicks unable to hunt would wait for their mothers to bring back insects, feeding them mouth to mouth.

And for the mother bird, catching enough insects was never easy. To sustain herself, she would even consume the chicks' droppings.

And so— Before the butler's eyes, the bird child lifted its rump and excreted a fresh lump of pink, squirming flesh.

Immediately, a slender, pliant vein stretched out and tapped on Wan Qian's window.

It was indicating to the butler: feed this to mama.

Butler: "..."