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

Zhang Yangqing opened the cage door and found that the lion, now well fed, was less dangerous and not very aggressive.

But as soon as it stepped out of the cage, the white-haired monkey and the Dalmatian immediately took several steps back with their hair standing on end.

The lion glanced at them with contempt and blew a puff of hot air through his nose.

You don't need to look to know that the lion's fighting power is much stronger than the other two animals.

"Follow me and be ready for battle."

Zhang Yangqing gave a brief order and started the third round of exploration with the three animals.

They came to a tent with colorful balloons and clown hats.

Blood-stained balloons were scattered outside the tent, swaying gently in the night breeze.

Zhang Yangqing took a deep breath and suddenly lifted the curtain.

"Bang!" An exaggerated firework exploded.

A clown with pale makeup suddenly jumped out of the tent.

He had a bright red grin on his lips and exaggerated star patterns painted around his eyes.

But what was strange was that there was no black energy on his body, and his eyes did not turn red.

The clown stretched and said in an exaggeratedly lazy voice: "What's wrong? It's so noisy outside. I just woke up~"

Zhang Yangqing's pupils contracted slightly.

Rule 4 clearly warns: [Never believe what the clown says].

The clown in front of him seemed normal, but it was most likely a disguise.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Yangqing ordered the lion: "Knock him down!"

The lion suddenly jumped up, and its strong body pounced on the clown like golden lightning.

The clown was pinned to the ground by his 200-kg weight, with his sharp claws pressing against his chest.

"Are you crazy!"

The clown struggled desperately under the lion's claws, and the paint on his face began to melt, revealing the bluish-gray skin underneath.

"Let me go! I didn't do anything!"

Zhang Yangqing watched coldly and slowly opened a bottle of antidote drink.

The clown's protests grew shriller, finally turning into an inhuman roar.

His eyeballs began to bulge, and the corners of his mouth tore to the roots of his ears, revealing two rows of jagged fangs.

"It seems that you can't pretend anymore?"

Zhang Yangqing sneered and poured the entire bottle of drink on the clown's twisted face.

snort~
A puff of black smoke rose from the clown's face, accompanied by the sound of flesh corroding.

The clown screamed miserably and his body twitched violently as if he had been electrocuted.

Something was wriggling under his skin, as if countless worms were trying to break out of his body.

Gradually, the screams turned into human groans.

The clown's makeup completely faded, revealing a pale but normal human face.

He blinked blankly, then covered his forehead and looked at Zhang Yangqing, asking: "What happened? What am I doing..."

Zhang Yangqing asked the lion to take two steps back, and it did so, but still maintained an attacking posture.

Zhang Yangqing carefully observed the changes in the clown. The blood color in his eyes had indeed faded, but that cunning light still existed.

Without revealing too much information, Zhang Yangqing simply explained: "You have been contaminated, and there is something wrong with your body. How do you feel now?"

The clown touched his face and suddenly showed a weird smile: "Am I polluted? That's great. I really want to experience it again."

Zhang Yangqing felt that this guy was probably speaking in a sarcastic way, so he didn't ask any more questions because there were other staff members waiting for him to rescue him.

The clown seemed to be unconcerned about the crisis in the circus. He just chatted with Zhang Yangqing casually for a few words and then turned around and went back to his tent.

The indifferent attitude made the white-haired monkey unable to help but make a face at the tent. Zhang Yangqing did not waste time and continued to lead the three animals to find the next target.

They stopped in front of the tent, outside which were scattered several magic books and blood-stained playing cards.

“It looks like this is it.”

Zhang Yangqing took a deep breath and suddenly lifted the tent curtain.

Wow!
A flock of dark crows suddenly flew out of the tent, forming a strange black cloud under the moonlight.

The flock of crows circled high in the sky for a moment, then suddenly gathered together and transformed into a man in a tuxedo.

The magician landed gracefully on top of the tent. The moonlight shone on his pale face, and the corners of his eyes glowed an unnatural red.

He took off his top hat and saluted Zhang Yangqing in an exaggerated manner: "Welcome to my magic show, dear animal trainer. The admission fee is your life!"

Zhang Yangqing's eyes twitched slightly: "."

This guy is quite good at pretending.

Where is the magic? This is clearly magic, right? Or is it an illusion?

Zhang Yangqing has no energy in his body now, so he can only analyze with his naked eyes, and what he can observe is limited.

It seemed like the clown was unwilling to help, and the three land animals were powerless against the flying magician.

The magician was intimidated by the lion and did not dare to act rashly.

He tentatively threw a few playing cards at the lion, but they were all blocked by the lion.

The two sides were at a stalemate.

Zhang Yangqing glanced at the magic books on the ground and suddenly an idea came to him.

He bent down and picked up a book called "Basic Principles of Magic". While reading it quickly, he stopped at the fourth page, which read:

[Magic is a trick. The performer needs to arrive at the destination in advance, and then use tricks to make the audience think that he has moved from somewhere else.]

Zhang Yangqing had a high level of comprehension and quickly understood the meaning.

In fact, the magician had already been standing where the crows were flying.

While performing the sleight of hand trick, the magician cannot move.

Now that he knew the principle, Zhang Yangqing didn't have time to mess with the magician. He looked at the white-haired monkey, pointed at the magician and said, "Fuck him."

White-haired monkey: “.”

Normally, the white-haired monkey would definitely not be able to beat the magician, but since Zhang Yangqing said so, he still did as he was told.

The white-haired monkey swiftly jumped onto the top of the tent and grabbed the magician with its sharp claws.

As expected, the magician was not harmed. Instead, he turned into a flock of crows and flew towards a flagpole.

"Knock down the flagpole!"

Zhang Yangqing gave orders to the lion.

The lion let out a deafening roar and slammed its strong body into the flagpole.

With a crisp "crack" sound, the flagpole fell down.

The magician immediately 'revealed his true form' and fell from a great height. The crows that had not yet flown over disappeared without a trace in an instant.

At this time, the lion's paw was pressing on his chest, and Zhang Yangqing had already poured the antidote drink on his face.

The magician let out a shrill scream, and the skin on his face began to wriggle and deform.

Black gas gushed out from his seven orifices, condensed into the shape of a crow in the air, and quickly dissipated.

When everything calmed down, the magician sat up weakly, the blood color in his eyes had faded.

After he woke up, he asked Zhang Yangqing what happened. As for the magician, Zhang Yangqing was still a little patient in explaining, but he did not mention the other animal trainer who poisoned him. He just said that there was pollution here, he was contaminated, and he found the antidote himself.

After hearing this, the magician heaved a sigh of relief, then his face changed drastically and he said, "Oh no! If he turns into something weird, we won't survive!"

(End of this chapter)