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

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the three animals and roughly knew how to get through this stage.

The audience would feel at ease if they only watched Zhang Yangqing on the big screen, but the dangers posed by other chosen ones kept appearing.

The one most likely to trigger a new danger is the Pope, the Chosen One of the Ramen Kingdom. Who told the Pope to pick up everything outside the tent? If the wrong tent is opened, what comes out will not be just an ordinary weird creature.

The level of danger in each tent is different, and it is a gradual process.

Just like now, no chosen one dares to go to the big tent.

I still remember there were bloody drag marks outside the big tent.

Isn't that telling the chosen one that there is danger in here and that if you don't have the ability, don't go in?

What does it take to be considered capable?
I guess if we can solve the problem with the weird lion, make it recover, and ask it for help, then I can probably go in and take a look.

This is how many chosen ones think psychologically: as long as they become familiar with their identity and environment, they will slowly be able to find the feeling. This is something that only the chosen ones in the world of ghost stories can personally perceive.

Unfortunately, the Pope has a very good memory and can review the whole thing after just one look.

Otherwise, he might have an accident this time.

Zhang Yangqing's standard is so high that it makes people's scalp tingle.

He waited for the two animals to finish eating, then Zhang took out his silver whistle and blew it three times at the Dalmatian, unlocking the cage.

“Step out.”

The Dalmatian stepped gracefully out of the cage.

The brand new collar around its neck gleamed in the firelight, contrasting sharply with the old white-haired monkey collar.

Seeing this, the white-haired monkey just snorted disdainfully and stretched out its claws in a demonstrative manner.

Zhang Yangqing released the Dalmatian, but there were some rules for releasing it, as the white-haired monkey didn't seem to be afraid of it.

That means the white-haired monkey is good at fighting. Even if the Dalmatian wants to eat meat and wants to eat the trainer, there is still the white-haired monkey, an old employee, to keep him in check.

The Dalmatian was surprisingly docile after coming out, and even rubbed Zhang Yangqing's hand on its own initiative.

But Zhang Yangqing was not fooled by appearances. He let the Dalmatian pick up the food basket while he himself had empty hands.

This is a basic skill for animal trainers: never let the animals feel like you are serving them.

The white-haired monkey was liberated. After all, according to the order of 'entry', the white-haired monkey was the 'eldest brother'. If there were no younger brothers, it would definitely have to carry the burden.

With a junior brother, it is not necessary. This is also obedience training for Dalmatians.

When we walked out of the tent, the night fog was thicker.

There was a hint of blood mixed in with the rotten smell, and from time to time in the distance came a strange "chuckle" that did not sound like something a human could make.

The white-haired monkey became unusually quiet, with its ears turning vigilantly. The Dalmatian followed Zhang Yangqing closely, but its eyes were always fixed on the white-haired monkey's back.

As they approached the lion's cage, both animals suddenly stopped at the same time.

The white-haired monkey's hair all stood up and its claws were deeply buried in the mud; the Dalmatian just lay flat on the ground with its tail tucked between its legs, whimpering in fear.

Even from dozens of meters away, one could still feel the suffocating pressure.

The king of beasts is so terrifying, and animals are more sensitive than humans and can detect it in advance.

At this time, Zhang Yangqing cannot be timid.

If the trainer is cowardly, the animals that follow him will become even more cowardly.

Animals always act according to the trainer's mood.

"Everyone, get up. What are you afraid of? I'm here."

Zhang Yangqing's voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the night.

The two animals actually straightened up slowly after hearing this. They looked at this seemingly frail trainer in confusion. They could tear him apart with just one claw, so why did they feel a reassuring power from him at this moment?
The invisible pressure from the tamer seemed to be more powerful than that of the lion, which was very strange.

If Zhang Yangqing knew what they were thinking, he would definitely say: This is nothing, I have killed many "gods" in the world of ghost stories, and this is just a lion.

The man and two animals came to the cage of the strange lion.

The lion in the cage suddenly became furious, its dark body slammed against the iron bars frantically, and its bloody mouth spewed out a foul and foul smell.

The pair of scarlet eyes stared at Zhang Yangqing, as if they wanted to eat him alive.

The white-haired monkey and the Dalmatian instinctively took two steps back, but when they saw Zhang Yangqing still standing by the cage without changing his expression, and even leisurely resting his arms on the iron bars, they gradually calmed down.

They even began to think that such a terrifying and strange lion seemed unable to cause any harm to the trainer. If the trainer was not afraid, why should we be afraid? So the two of them came over bravely.

The strange lion roared for a while, but when it saw that Zhang Yangqing had no reaction, it felt that it was a little stupid, or a little tired, and it actually slowly calmed down.

“Eat it.”

Zhang Yangqing casually threw the vegetarian food into the cage, not caring whether the lion would eat it or not.

The attitude seemed to be saying: If you don't eat, then starve to death, who will spoil you?

I know you eat meat, but you are starving, and I don’t believe you won’t eat.

Ignoring the weird lion's complaints, Zhang Yangqing led the two animals around to the back of the cage.

In the moonlight, a disheveled figure was huddled in the shadows.

Black mist continued to seep out of her body, and her ten fingers had twisted into claws, leaving deep marks on the ground.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up suddenly, her pale face was full of blue veins, her mouth was stretched to her ears, revealing her jagged fangs. But surprisingly, her eyes still retained the feeling of a human being.

"Wow, wow, wow" She tried to speak, but only shrill cries came out.

Seeing Zhang Yangqing approaching, she crawled quickly on all fours like a spider, with her neck tilted at a strange angle.

The white-haired monkey immediately jumped in front of Zhang Yangqing, baring its teeth and growling threateningly.

The Dalmatian stood in place, his eyes shifting between the trainer and the monster, as if waiting for Zhang Yangqing's order, or weighing the pros and cons.

In fact, it can be seen from here that the white-haired monkey is indeed an old employee. Knowing that Zhang Yangqing, the animal trainer, is weak, he takes the initiative.

Zhang Yangqing narrowed his eyes and quickly began to analyze: the black fog wrapped around the conductor was exactly the same as that in the lion cage, but her eyes had not turned red yet and she was still able to communicate with him, which meant that the pollution had not completely eroded her sanity.

If he rescued her quickly, she might be his helper.

After all, she said that her identity was a ticket seller, and she was also a colleague.

"Nod if you understand what I'm saying." Zhang Yangqing said calmly.

The female conductor nodded stiffly, the half of her face exposed between her black hair filled with fear.

"Did you eat something? That's why you look like this." Zhang Yangqing continued to ask.

The conductor shook her head first, then again.

She began to gesture frantically, looking a little scary.

"I understand. You probably mean that you don't know if you became like this because you ate something wrong, not that you don't know."

This sentence made the female ticket seller nod her head frantically. She felt that Zhang Yangqing was really smart and this was understandable.

In fact, this is not difficult for Zhang Yangqing. After all, he once entered a ghost story time, and his teammates included mutes and deaf people, which was easy for him to guess.

"Take me to the place where you had dinner tonight, and I'll investigate. Maybe I can solve the problem about you." This is how to obtain key information.

The female conductor still nodded, waved for Zhang Yangqing to follow, then carefully observed the surroundings and led him "away" from the tent area.

(End of this chapter)