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Chapter 74 Almost Struck by Lightning

Wenwen was indeed frightened. The bird's voice wasn't creepy, but the combination of its aged, hoarse, and broken tone was certainly creepy.

Unable to hear Wenwen's reply, the little bird emphasized again, "Dare you?"

Wenwen's competitive spirit was ignited. What was there to be afraid of? Did you have Laozi's Purple Gold Red Gourd? This wretched bird, trying to cause trouble on her turf? This grandma wouldn't fall for that.

"dare."

Upon hearing this, the little bird tilted its head, glanced at Wenwen, then at the sky, and looked towards the mountain behind it.

As if making a solemn and careful decision, it spread its wings, touched the tips of its wings together, lowered its head, and respectfully called out, "Master."

"Hey~~~"

Wenwen's cheerful reply had just rang out when suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across her head, followed by a deafening roar of thunder in the sky.

At the same time, Wenwen stepped forward, scooped up the little bird, and, while holding Xianbao, rushed into the courtyard and house as fast as she could.

Just kidding, the only rooftop courtyards nearby are open spaces; it's not safe to be in open areas.

The desk was right next to the window, and the view from the window was directly towards the back mountain.

Before Wenwen could hide under the desk, her eyes inadvertently glanced out the window.

Lightning flashed across the rooftop and headed towards the towering, withered tree trunks on the hill behind.

The road was filled with a rumbling sound, and then with a snap, the dead tree trunk was split in two.

Wenwen was amazed at how quickly she escaped; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Still shaken, I caught a glimpse of a little bird sitting leisurely on the desk, its two beady green eyes narrowed into slits, looking gloatingly at the unfortunate, withered tree trunk that had been struck by the chop.

Wenwen finally realized what was happening, and she angrily slapped the bird on the head. "It's all because of you, you wretched bird! You can cause so much trouble just by recognizing a master!"

Just as the little bird was about to open its beak, Wenwen reacted quickly, pinching its beak shut.

A familiar mechanical voice echoed in my mind: "The system has detected an additional animal here. This creature is a rare ancient mythical beast—the Thorn Warbler. Settle one task."

Wenwen was overjoyed, having inadvertently captured a divine beast. However, this divine beast was a bit arrogant and not very obedient.

She reluctantly released her hand from the bird's beak and instead stroked its feathers and head with extremely light and gentle touch.

She wanted to use a gentle approach and chat with the bird for a while, asking, "Did you attract the lightning?"

The little bird shook its head, then nodded, its expression ambiguous, "Yes, but not quite."

"What do you mean? Are you playing guessing games with me? Tell me the truth."

"It was the last lightning bolt that my former master left here. There was only one. From then on, there will never be such tracking lightning in the world again."

Oh, there's a story behind that.

"Former owner? What happened to him? Did he abandon you?"

As soon as Wenwen finished speaking, the wretched bird suddenly covered its beak with a few feathers at the tip of its wing and started to laugh "caw caw caw". As it laughed, it turned into "whimper whimper whimper" and then burst into loud sobs.

That weathered voice always gave Wenwen the feeling that he was bullying an elderly person, and she was afraid of being struck by lightning.

Helpless, she grabbed the thread and instructed, "Comfort her, you'll be neighbors or friends in the future."

Xianbao racked her brains and squeezed out a bunch of words, "Look, my best friend Xiaobanban, the one you almost killed. I watered it every day and talked to it. It was so hard to grow it, but you pulled it out behind my back and pecked through the trunk with your sharp beak, leaving it half dead. I didn't even cry as badly as you do. Don't be sad, it's really too ugly."

"Uh, it really, really looks bad?"

"Yeah, it looks bad."

"Then I won't cry anymore." The little bird really stopped crying and brushed its face with its feathers.

Wenwen watched with curiosity, finding this form of comfort quite unique.

The two of them started chatting as if no one else was around.

"My name is Xianbao, what's your name?"

"My former master called me Aying."

"Where is your former owner? Where did he go? Did he really abandon you?"

"died."

"Uh, how did he die?"

Wenwen perked up her ears; she knew that with Xianbao on the job, one was worth two.

"He was so badly injured that he died."

"that's all!"

"that is it."

"Where will I die? Is it far away?"

"Far, far away."

"How far?"

"It's very far. I flew for a very long time to get here. In short, it's very far."

"You want to go back to that place?"

"Thinking about it is difficult."

"You're not thinking of going back to avenge your former master, are you?"

"Thinking about it is difficult."

“That’s easy. Your current master can take you there.”

Upon hearing this, the little bird turned to look at Wenwen with a scrutinizing gaze, clearly not quite believing her.

"what?"

"Cough, cough."

Wenwen was clearly shocked; she had become the subject of gossip herself.

She glared at Xianbao, "What are you doing, taking on so much work for no reason?"

They didn't get much information out of her, but they ended up selling her out first.

Although her future is promising, she is currently an illiterate nobody and is in exile. Who knows when she will rise to prominence? What kind of nonsense is this, making random promises? Doesn't she know that you can't fool the elderly? She might get struck by lightning.

Wenwen sorted through the information she had gathered and felt that the material was still insufficient; she would have to take matters into her own hands.

"Ah Ying, right? What are your special skills?"

The little bird lowered its head and thought for a moment, then said, "Looking for something."

"What kind of thing?"

What are you looking for?

Wow, you're really making big promises, are you willing to do anything?

"Gold, silver, jewelry, rare treasures, in short, anything valuable, fun, and collectible."

The little bird glanced at her as if looking down on her, saying, "Vulgar."

Hey, look down on her.

"If you think I'm vulgar, say something sophisticated and highbrow, I'll listen to you!"

An ancient and rare mythical beast, it must be very powerful. I hope it's not just a newbie, otherwise she will suffer a great loss.

"Stones, all kinds of stones."

"Stones? For building houses or paving roads?"

"It's not impossible."

Wenwen got angry. "What are you pretending to be so important to me for? Do you want a beating?"

Looking at the bird, the raised hand never fell, and finally it gently brushed a few feathers.

As if sensing something, the bird flapped its wings, and its wingtip approached Wenwen's wrist, pricking her wrist and drawing a drop of blood.

Wenwen felt a sharp pain in her wrist, and a sweet voice entered her head.

“Master, Aying voluntarily acknowledges you as her master and wishes to stay by your side.”

"Ah, you, you."

Wenwen pointed to the thin, bald little bird in front of her. It didn't match the sweet voice in her mind. It was a mismatch and hard to tell the difference.

"It's slowly recovering, so there's no need for you to worry, Master."

“Master, we don’t have any rare treasures, but we can have rare stones, stones with all sorts of uses.”

"What are the uses, for example?"

"To start a fire, to ward off evil spirits, or to enhance energy."

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck Wenwen: "Spirit stones, could they work?"

"Yes. However, you'll need to go in and out frequently to find things."

Heh, you little rascal, I've set a trap for her, I'm waiting for her here.