In the evening.
'Dong dong!'
The sound of knocking on the glass window.
Looking towards the sound, a 'messenger pigeon' wearing a green delivery cap was standing on the windowsill with a parcel on its back, gently pecking at the glass with its beak.
"It's here."
Chen Xuan replied and walked over to open the window, accepting the package and signing for it.
When he helped tear off the delivery slip and handed it back, he noticed that the messenger pigeon seemed quite anxious, pacing back and forth, and occasionally casting glances into the room.
"What's there to be nervous about? I'm not going to cook you."
Chen Xuan half-jokingly said.
In the early days when 'messenger pigeons' were involved in the logistics industry, it was indeed a high-risk job.
Most messenger pigeons don't have much combat prowess, so it's quite possible that they would be hunted by some wild demon spirits wandering between cities on their way to deliver things.
