I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Without turning back, but just slightly turning his face, under the light of the fire, the corners of Zhang Yangqing's mouth seemed to curl up in a cold arc.

"If you don't want to die, you'd better behave yourself. This time, I will pretend I didn't hear you."

His voice was soft, almost as if he was talking to himself, but the temperature in the tent seemed to drop suddenly.

A terrifying "pressure" instantly enveloped the entire tent.

This pressure is not energy, but a fear coming from the depths of the soul.

The Dalmatian's sneer came to an abrupt end, and its claws suddenly retracted into the cage, returning to its original elegant state.

The smile of the broken-horn goat froze, its dark eyeballs trembled violently, and the whisper in its throat turned into a terrified "bleating" sound.

The white-haired monkey behind him trembled all over, his hair stood up, and he looked at Zhang Yangqing in disbelief.

It felt something that made it instinctively fearful, emanating from this seemingly thin human.

Zhang Yangqing didn't say another word, opened the tent and walked away.

The fire went out and the tent fell into darkness again.

The two animals in the cage became completely quiet, as if the murderous intent and resentment just now had never existed.

Only the deep claw marks on the ground silently proved that they really wanted to do something just now.

This is also the detail that the Pope next door just discovered.

Because the Chosen One had his back to the three animals, and then this special event that took place between the three animals, there are actually two explanations.

First, the white-haired monkey wanted to attack the Chosen One, but was stopped by the other two animals.

Second, the other two animals are dangerous to the Chosen One, and the white-haired monkey warns them.

At that time, the Chosen One could not see what was happening behind him. When he turned around and saw the state of the white-haired monkey, he might have misunderstood. Perhaps it was a trap designed by the other two to provoke the Chosen One and the white-haired monkey.

The audience outside the big screen was able to see that stunning scene, so they made an accurate judgment.

That's why the Pope chose to trust the white-haired monkey unconditionally. After all, the two of them were going to go out and fight side by side. If they trusted their partner, the chances of survival would be greater.

Since everyone has chosen the white-haired monkey, what else can we do?
We can't just lock it back up.

After leaving the tent, Zhang Yangqing and the white-haired monkey began to look for food in the dark circus camp.

The night wind howled, making the tent canvas rustle. The bonfire in the distance had long been extinguished, leaving only a few wisps of smoke twisting and rising in the moonlight.

"Do you know where the food is?" Zhang Yangqing asked in a low voice.

The white-haired monkey rolled his eyes, scratched his head and shook his head frantically.

That expression seemed to say: Who of us is the animal trainer? You ask me that?

I used to live in a cage and eat whenever I wanted, so how would I know!

There was no other choice, so the man and the monkey had to search each tent one by one.

The moment the curtain of the first undecorated small tent was opened, a strange doll suddenly popped out.

It was a half-human-height puppet with an exaggerated smile painted on its peeling paint face, and its glass eyes glowed strangely in the moonlight.

Its joints made a "cracking" sound, and suddenly it opened its bloody mouth, revealing densely packed sharp teeth!
What's even more terrifying is that there was a crack in its abdomen, revealing the wriggling black tentacles inside.

Zhang Yangqing retreated quickly, and the white-haired monkey, who had already prepared for battle, roared and pounced on him.

Its sharp claws slammed hard on the puppet's head. With a crisp "crack" sound, the puppet's head shattered directly, but the black tentacles wrapped around the monkey's arms like a living thing.

The white-haired monkey felt pain and tore it madly, pulling out the tentacles by the roots, splashing out smelly black liquid. In the end, the strange puppet was dismantled by the white-haired monkey and scattered all over the ground.

It can also be seen that Zhang Yangqing’s grasp of the process is really impressive, and he knows the role of the white-haired monkey.

Those chosen ones who just randomly opened the small tents, those who are still alive, just had an extra thrilling attack, and those who died didn't even know where the clues were.

After solving the weirdness in the first small tent, Zhang Yangqing went in to take a look. Through the light of the torch, he could see that it was a place for storing puppet ornaments, but there was no food.

Leaving this small tent, Zhang Yangqing came to the second tent.

What popped out was a weird, tattered rag doll, with cotton leaking out from the seams, and it was squirming in an eerie manner.

Its button eyes suddenly shed tears of blood and its mouth opened to let out a cackling laugh.

The white-haired monkey reacted very quickly this time and tore it into two halves.

As a result, more than a dozen rotten rat corpses fell out, emitting a disgusting stench and black gas.

Zhang Yangqing judged that perhaps the 'rats' were contaminated, and other 'living things' who ate the rats were also contaminated?
The 'living thing' here can refer to the lion or this shabby rag doll.

Maybe this is the detail that Zhang Yangqing should remember first.

Then he pointed at the mouse and said to the white-haired monkey: You can't eat this thing, it is contaminated and will kill you.

This is not a waste of effort on Zhang Yangqing's part, because the white-haired monkey is very hungry now, and it may not know whether these mice are edible.

The white-haired monkey does have a tendency to go over and 'have a taste', and it is important that the chosen one can discover this.

The Chosen One must also always remember his identity as a tamer.

The third tent was empty except for a broken mirror.

When Zhang Yangqing's torch shone over there, the mirror did not reflect their images. Instead, it showed a clown covered in blood, smiling at them strangely.

The fourth tent was filled with costumes for the show, but as they rummaged through them, the clothes suddenly came alive.

The white-haired monkey bit and tore its way out madly.

When the fifth tent was opened, the white-haired monkey was already panting, with messy hair and several wounds on its body.

It looked at Zhang Yangqing sadly, and its eyes clearly said: Brother, if you can't find it again, I won't be able to beat you.

Zhang Yangqing has no choice. I don’t have the attribute of adding luck, so I can only look for them one by one. What can I do?
If I could fight, would I let you come?
His face wasn't too dark. There was nothing strange about the fifth tent. There were a few wooden boxes piled inside.

Zhang Yangqing did not rush to open it, but instead smelled the area near the wooden box. He was able to determine which side contained meat and which side contained vegetarian food.

After determining the target, Zhang Yangqing asked the white-haired monkey to pry it open, unlike the other chosen ones who took a long time to pry it open themselves.

After the white-haired monkey used the tools handed to him by Zhang Yangqing to pry open the box, he found carrots, apples, bananas and bales of hay neatly stacked inside.

It looked at the food and kept swallowing its saliva.

Zhang Yangqing said, "Eat."

Hearing this, the white-haired monkey couldn't wait to grab an apple and start biting into it, with juice dripping down its fangs.

It seems that it is really hungry. It has been eating, eating like crazy.

They had almost finished eating and were about to leave with the food when they suddenly heard rustling footsteps outside the tent. The sound came from far away and finally stopped at the door of the tent.

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn!
(End of this chapter)