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If he actually killed the chicken like that, a stab to the belly wouldn’t be instantly fatal. The bird would just flap around, splattering the kitchen with blood, and the room would become impossible to stay in.
Qin Jiao said with a sigh of resignation, "That’s not how you kill a chicken. Go get some white liquor. We have to do this out in the courtyard. Auntie, please boil some water. We’ll need it to pluck the feathers."
Du Liya was still baffled, but she didn’t question it. She just nodded and went to boil the water.
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