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

The white-haired monkey immediately became alert, and the apple he was chewing fell to the ground with a "pop".

It arched its back, and its sharp claws popped out from between its fingers, shining coldly in the moonlight.

The pair of scarlet eyes stared at the swaying door curtain and a low threatening sound came from his throat.

Zhang Yangqing also turned around slowly, staring at the entrance of the tent.

The light from the torches cast distorted shadows on the canvas, and a vague human outline could be vaguely seen standing outside, as if the person was lying on his stomach outside the tent.

In this suffocating silence, a shrill cry suddenly rang out.

The crying was heart-wrenching, as if it came from the depths of hell, mixed with intermittent sobs and groans.

What’s even more strange is that the crying sound seems to be right next to my ears, and I can even feel the cold air being exhaled, but there is clearly only one person and one monkey in the tent.

Zhang Yangqing frowned slightly: Are the rules triggered so soon?

He remembered that Rule 7 clearly stated: [When you are in the tent and hear crying outside, if you are not sure it is a human crying, do not go out].

The current situation completely complies with this rule. It sounds like human crying outside, but this is the world of ghost stories. Who knows what it is?
"Can you beat the things outside?" Zhang Yangqing asked in a low voice.

The white-haired monkey scratched his ears and shook his head hesitantly.

It’s not that we can’t win, but that we’re not sure.

This ambiguous response is even more disturbing.

Zhang Yangqing analyzed quickly: If there really is a human outside, helping him might help obtain important clues, but what if it is a clown in disguise? Rule 4 clearly warns of the dangers of clowns.

Zhang Yangqing would not let the white-haired monkey go out either, because if it couldn't win and went out to die, he would have no helper.

He walked slowly towards the door curtain, and every step made the air in the tent more stagnant.

The white-haired monkey followed behind nervously, with its hair standing on end.

"Don't cry. Can you tell me what happened?" Zhang Yangqing said to the shaking door curtain.

The reason why he was so bold was that he judged that no one outside could come in, otherwise they would have come in long ago.

The crying stopped abruptly, but the next second an even more heart-wrenching wail broke out.

The sound was sometimes far away and sometimes near, sometimes it seemed like it was a hundred meters away, and sometimes it seemed like it was sobbing right next to the ear.

The scariest thing was that the blurry shadow on the canvas never moved, as if... it was as if the crying sound and the shadow were not the same person at all.

Zhang Yangqing was thinking, how can he prove that the person outside is a human?
What is something that humans can do but animals can't? It's probably writing. Zhang Yangqing quickly thought of a solution.

Zhang Yangqing glanced around and noticed an old wooden board in the corner of the tent.

He walked over quickly and wrote on it with charcoal pencil: [Please write down your identity, why you are here, and what happened]

When the wooden board was passed out through the gap in the door curtain, it was pulled by a huge force and almost pulled away.

This sight caused the white-haired monkey to roar in warning and dig its claws deep into the ground.

After a few long minutes, the mud-covered wooden board was pushed back.

Below the neat handwriting, there was an extra line of crooked reply that looked like it was carved with fingernails:

[I am a ticket seller in the circus. I can speak, but no matter what I say, all you hear is crying. I don’t know what to do, and I don’t know what happened, but I can’t get into the tent. It’s so dangerous outside. I see something approaching, and it seems like it wants to kill me. Can you help me? ]

The handwriting became increasingly illegible, and the last few words were almost smeared out by some sticky liquid, appearing a strange dark red in the firelight.

Zhang Yangqing stared at the wooden board in thought for a moment, and suddenly heard some heavy footsteps coming from outside, which seemed to be approaching.

He quickly wrote down new instructions: [If you want to trust me, go directly to the cage where the lions are imprisoned. They dare not approach the lions. If they dare to attack you, you open the cage of the lions. I will come to rescue you after I deal with the dangerous situation.]

When the board was handed over again, the crying outside suddenly became more rapid, mixed with the harsh sound of nails scratching the canvas. After a while, the board was handed over again, with the word "OK" written on it, followed by the sound of staggering footsteps.

The figure outside the tent gradually faded away.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the white-haired monkey beside him. The danger had faded and it was licking the juice on its paws contentedly.

After eating and drinking, this guy was obviously much more energetic, and even his hair looked more lustrous.

"Carry this box of fruit." Zhang Yangqing pointed to the wooden box full of food.

The white-haired monkey pouted, but still carried the box obediently.

Its muscular arms lifted the heavy wooden box with ease. Zhang Yangqing couldn't help but take a few more glances at its relaxed look. With such strength, it could tear three or four animal trainers like himself into pieces with its bare hands.

The white-haired monkey was obviously trained and was very obedient.

When I walked out of the tent, the night wind blew in my face, carrying with it the smell of decay.

In the darkness in the distance, there was a faint "crunching" sound, as if something was gnawing on a bone.

It also seemed to be telling Zhang Yangqing that there were more and more dangers here and he had to act quickly.

The white-haired monkey pricked up its ears alertly, but Zhang Yangqing just quickened his pace, and the man and the monkey quickly returned to the trainer's tent.

The moment the tent curtain was opened, two hungry eyes immediately shot over.

The Dalmatian and the broken-horned goat paced anxiously in the cage, scratching the ground with their claws.

Even without a clock, Zhang Yangqing estimated that the time was close to 11 o'clock, and it was normal for them to be so irritable.

“Eat something.”

Zhang Yangqing took out hay and carrots from the box and handed them to the two animals personally.

The Dalmatian sniffed the carrot and turned its head away in disgust, but under Zhang Yangqing's sharp gaze, it still began to chew it reluctantly.

It ate elegantly, but from time to time it would steal glances at Zhang Yangqing's neck and the white-haired monkey, its fangs faintly visible in the firelight.

But it was hidden very deeply, and it only dared to do this when Zhang Yangqing was not looking over here.

The response of the goat with broken horns was even more bizarre.

When Zhang Yangqing threw the hay in front of it, it hesitated for a few seconds, and a trace of disgust flashed in its dark eyes.

It was not until Zhang Yangqing coughed lightly that it began to chew slowly, looking like a carnivore forced to eat vegetarian food.

“This guy is quite interesting.”

Zhang Yangqing narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.

Rule 2 mentioned that once herbivores have eaten meat, they will become dangerous and develop a love for meat.

The performance of this goat simply proves this rule.

It seems that the honest broken-horn goat is actually more dangerous than a Dalmatian.

Of course, this was just Zhang Yangqing's guess. Anyway, he had no intention of releasing the broken-horned goat or taking any action.

After all, it is not wise to deal with "employees" rashly without solid evidence.

Even if it is pretending to be obedient now, if it pretends to be obedient for a lifetime, it will be truly obedient.

(End of this chapter)