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

When the white-haired monkey saw these strange creatures, he was so scared that his whole body was shaking.

It looked even scarier than seeing a lion.

Zhang Yangqing could also feel the power of these two strange creatures in front of him.

When the white-haired monkey saw these strange creatures, its hair instantly stood up and its whole body trembled violently.

Its pupils shrank to the size of a needle tip, its claws tightly grasped Zhang Yangqing's trouser legs, and a faint whimpering sound came from its throat. This reaction was several times stronger than when it saw a lion.

Zhang Yangqing narrowed his eyes and observed carefully.

The two humanoid creatures wandering at the entrance of the cave were about two meters tall, covered with blue-gray wrinkled skin, and had three black hole-like holes on their faces without any facial features.

Their skinny fingers were fiddling with a tattered rag doll, which was shaped like a human head with eyes sewn shut. The stitches were crooked and dark red liquid was oozing out.

"Isn't it them?" Zhang Yangqing was very confused.

The "crying" mentioned in the rules is the key. Although the two in front of you are scary, they may not be the target.

The information in the world of ghost stories is very rigorous. Only the crying monsters cannot enter the tent. If you find the wrong one, you will kill yourself.

Just when Zhang Yangqing was about to go look for it somewhere else, one of the strange creatures suddenly made a strange sound. The sound was sometimes high and sometimes low, and it really sounded like crying.

The other one immediately responded, and the "cries" of the two creatures formed an eerie echo in the cave.

They seemed to be communicating, but the sound of their communication was crying.

Only then did Zhang Yangqing determine his goal and start his own plan.

He gently patted the trembling body of the white-haired monkey and said, "See that human-head doll? We need to get it."

The white-haired monkey shook his head wildly, and his expression seemed to say: I can't beat them both.

Zhang Yang rolled his eyes at him and said, "I'm not asking you to hit me."

He squatted down, pointed at a crooked tree in the distance, and said in an incredibly calm voice: "Listen to me, run to that tree over there and hit them with stones, then run back to the tent immediately. They can't catch up with you."

This is a simple strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain, and it is also the favorite strategy of the chosen ones in the world of ghost stories.

When faced with something strange and unfamiliar, this trick works great the first time you use it.

The white-haired monkey hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded tremblingly.

It tiptoed around behind the tree and picked up a sharp stone.

In the moonlight, its claws kept slipping out of fear, and it tried three times before it successfully climbed up the tree trunk.

Whoosh!
The stone hit the back of the head of a strange creature accurately.

In an instant, the two creatures turned their heads at the same time.

The holes on their faces suddenly twisted and deformed, and they let out deafening howls!
The sound was like thousands of babies crying at the same time, mixed with the harsh noise of metal rubbing against each other.

The surrounding vegetation withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the rock surface showed signs of corrosion.

The white-haired monkey was so scared that he almost fell off the tree.

It fled madly, with two strange creatures chasing it like ghosts.

Their limbs twisted and swung unnaturally, leaving behind smoky, corrosive footprints with every step.

After the danger was over, Zhang Yangqing walked over leisurely and grabbed the fallen human head doll.

The moment he picked up the doll, he felt a piercing chill spreading along his fingertips and a faint sobbing sound rang in his ears.

What’s even more terrifying is that the doll’s sewn eyes suddenly bleed, and the stitches begin to break one by one, and then slowly get sewn back together.

While other chosen ones found it scary, Zhang Yangqing thought this little thing was quite unique.

He stuffed the doll into his pocket without changing his expression and quickly returned to the tent.

Inside the tent, the white-haired monkey collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, its hair soaked with sweat. This was what being as tired as a dog looked like.

When it saw Zhang Yangqing coming in, it looked at him with resentment, and its expression seemed to be saying: Brother, you are so relaxed, I almost lost my life!
Zhang Yangqing smiled and threw a few bananas to it: "Well done, take a break." "There is one last step tonight, and that is to get rid of the stunt clown!

When Zhang Yangqing left the tent, he had already noticed some vague dark shadows nearby.

It must be that the strange creature couldn't catch up with the monkey, so after it went back, it found that its things had been taken away, so it ran back again.

In the big tent of the stunt clown, under the dim light, he was doing something mysterious with his back to the door.

When he heard the sound of the tent curtain being lifted, he turned around quickly, with blood still at the corner of his mouth.

"Who?" His voice was low and alert.

Seeing that it was Zhang Yangqing who came in, the stunt clown's tense body visibly relaxed.

In his eyes, this skinny animal trainer posed no threat at all.

"Captain, do you have any bandages? I was injured a little bit."

Zhang Yangqing asked palely, covering his bleeding arm.

Originally, when the chosen one entered the world of ghost stories, his body was covered with wounds, so there was no need to pretend.

The stunt clown narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang Yangqing, as if trying to determine whether he had discovered anything.

Only those who know his identity will trigger his attack conditions.

He didn't know that Zhang Yangqing had already guessed it, so he didn't take any action and continued to pretend that he was the stunt clown here.

After a moment, he showed his signature exaggerated smile: "I don't have it here. I'll take you to find it. There is one in a tent."

The two men walked out of the big tent one after the other.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Yangqing noticed that the stunt clown walked in a strange way. His heels were always slightly raised, as if he was wearing high heels. This was clearly the walking habit of a goat.

Arriving in front of a small tent, Zhang Yangqing quietly threw the human head doll at the door while the stunt clown was not paying attention.

The moment the doll fell to the ground, the stitching threads began to break one by one.

Inside the tent, the stunt clown carefully bandaged Zhang Yangqing's wound.

His movements were surprisingly gentle. If it weren't for the blood at the corner of his mouth and his overly bright eyes, Zhang Yangqing would almost think he was a good captain.

“Thank you, Captain.”

Zhang Yangqing said 'sincerely', and noticed that there were still some suspicious pieces of flesh left in the cracks of the stunt clown's fingernails.

At this moment, a heart-wrenching cry suddenly came from outside.

The sound came from far away and was like the wailing of countless evil spirits.

Zhang Yangqing shouted in shock, "Oh no, this noise, could it be that another animal trainer has returned early?"

This sentence was like triggering some kind of switch.

The Stunt Clown's expression twisted instantly, and the gentleness in his eyes disappeared.

He stood up suddenly and rushed out of the tent.

Zhang Yangqing's body was too weak to go out, so he could only wait for the result here.

But he was not as anxious as the other chosen ones, because he knew he had done everything he could.

The sounds of fighting outside were creepy.

There were the dull thuds of heavy objects colliding, the shrieks of sharp weapons cutting through the air, and the roars of the stunt clown that became less and less human.

The most terrifying thing was the incessant crying, which felt like it would pierce one's eardrums.

Zhang Yangqing yawned and stretched, as if the fight outside had nothing to do with him.

Actually it doesn't matter.
(End of this chapter)