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

Now that he had thought about what might happen, Zhang Yangqing began to make preparations.

He first told the pets his tactics. The so-called tactics were very simple. He just let down a rope. As long as he gave a signal, the pets would pull the rope immediately.

After making all these preparations, Zhang Yangqing took a deep breath, climbed over the wall and slowly descended along the rope.

As soon as my feet touched the ground, a disgusting fishy smell hit me in the face. The ground here was sticky and slippery, and every step made a "crunching" sound, as if I was stepping on rotten meat.

In the dim backyard, dozens of pairs of dull eyes stared at him from the iron cage.

The pets' fur was dirty and tangled, their ribs were clearly visible, but not a single one made a sound.

The air was filled with a desperate silence, with only the "dong dong" sound of chopping meat coming from the slaughterhouse, each sound like a heavy hammer hitting the heart.

Zhang Yangqing held his breath and moved along the wall.

As he passed the cage, a gray wolf suddenly looked up and stared at him with its cloudy eyes.

Zhang Yangqing could clearly see the blood marks on its neck caused by the collar, but unfortunately it was not the Aquarius mark.

After walking a little further, he had already avoided the gaze of the pets in the cages.

There is a door in front of you. Through the small window you can see that there is a corridor inside with different rooms on the left and right sides of the corridor.

Zhang Yangqing opened the door and entered the corridor, then came to the door of the room on the right where the sound of chopping meat was heard.

Through the small glass window, you can see the butcher's tall back.

He was wielding a boning knife, and the piece of meat on the chopping board was still twitching.

The key was hanging on a nail on the wall, swaying slightly with the butcher's movements.

If you go in at this time, you should have a one-on-one fight with the butcher.

Given Zhang Yangqing's current physical condition, it's better to just forget it. There's no need to make such a big deal.

There is another room opposite the slaughterhouse, which can be seen through the small glass window. It should be a changing room.

As for the other rooms, Zhang Yangqing was too lazy to explore them.

He pushed the door open, stepped inside, took a blood-stained apron from the hook and put it on.

The strong smell of blood made his temples throb, but he had to endure it, as this piece of clothing was his best disguise.

When the sound of chopping meat suddenly stopped, Zhang Yangqing's back tensed instantly.

He heard the butcher push open the door of the slaughter room and walk towards the kitchen humming a tune while carrying a plate of meat.

The chance may only be ten seconds!

After the butcher completely left the corridor and entered other rooms, Zhang Yangqing pushed the door and walked out to the slaughter room.

But the moment he walked in, the pungent smell of blood almost suffocated him.

There was a half-dead animal carcass hanging on an iron hook on the wall, with blood dripping from its internal organs.

He suppressed his nausea and grabbed the key. When he turned around, he found an iron bucket at his feet.

He didn't know whether the other chosen ones kicked it or not, but the moment his foot touched the iron barrel, he stopped swinging and felt that this thing was a trap in the world of ghost stories.

Because everyone's attention is on the key, and the iron bucket is in a dark place, no one can see it.

If you kick the chosen one, then it will be speed and passion.

By the way, lime is very useful here.

Zhang Yangqing returned to the backyard without making any noise and quickly checked the cage in the dim light.

Finally, I found a skinny hound in the corner. The mark of a water bottle was faintly visible on the collar around its neck.

The "click" sound of the key inserted into the lock seemed extremely loud at this moment.

The hound was trembling all over when it was carried out, but it did not resist. It was too weak and did not even have the strength to whimper.

It was still relatively normal at this time, and the pets around thought that the hunting dog would definitely be killed if it was caught.

In order to avoid being killed, they will not act rashly to attract Zhang Yangqing's attention.

After all, Zhang Yangqing is wearing butcher's clothes now.

After carrying the dog away, Zhang Yangqing came to the fence where the rope was placed and pulled the rope. The black-backed monkey king and other pets outside understood the signal and pulled hard. Zhang Yangqing was holding the hound and rising up. He was about to get out. At this time, the pets still locked in the cages were smart enough to find that Zhang Yangqing was actually saving people, and they burst into a frantic scratching sound!
"Wang Wang!"

"Ouch——"

The iron cage clanged loudly as it was hit, and all the pets began to roar wildly.

As an animal trainer, Zhang Yangqing naturally understood that they were calling for help, but he could not even save himself now.

The rope suddenly tightened, and Zhang Yangqing and the hunting dog were pulled to the top of the wall by a huge force.

Just as they turned over, a butcher knife whistled and chopped at the place where they had just been, and bricks and lime from the wall splashed everywhere.

After landing, Zhang Yangqing tore off his bloody apron, slapped the still confused hound in the face, and said, "Run."

The hound had been awakened by this time and could indeed feel the aura of the trainer, so it immediately followed Zhang Yangqing.

This is a chance to survive. No matter how weak it is, its potential will definitely be stimulated.

Not long after they ran out, they heard the butcher's angry roar and heavy footsteps behind them, but they were soon left far behind.

After turning seven street corners and making sure it was completely safe, Zhang Yangqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The hound collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, while Zhang Yangqing slowly slid down to the ground with his back against the wall. Only then did he realize that his hands were shaking violently and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

I sighed in my heart that this body is really weak.

Just at this moment, an accident happened.

It’s not that the butcher caught up with him, but that Zhang Yangqing suddenly felt dizzy.

His vision began to blur and cold sweat soaked the clothes on his back. His weak body finally reached its limit.

It is estimated that I will need to rest for more than ten minutes before I can continue walking.

At this moment, a warm current suddenly came from my arm.

It felt like a clear spring suddenly gushing out from a dry riverbed, and the warm energy flowed along the meridians, dispelling the fatigue in all the limbs.

Zhang Yangqing opened his eyes in surprise and found that the maned monkey was pressing gently on his wrist with its claws.

There was a gleam of wisdom in the little monkey's golden pupils, and strands of pure energy were continuously flowing out of its body.

"you"

Zhang Yangqing was so shocked that he was speechless.

He had never taught this energy conduction technique, and he never expected that the little monkey could learn it without a teacher.

The maned monkey tilted its head and made a soft "squeak".

It gestured with its other paw, first imitating the movements of Zhang Yangqing when he was teaching the black-backed monkey king, and then pointed at its own head.

The translation is: When I saw you teaching the black-backed monkey king how to train, I had some insights in my mind and felt that it seemed possible to do this.

The most touching thing is that the little monkey transfers energy without any reservation.

Its beautiful fur was losing its luster at a speed visible to the naked eye, and its round cheeks were gradually becoming sunken, but it still insisted on not letting go.

"All right."

Zhang Yangqing gently pressed its paw.

He could feel that the little guy had already used up nearly half of his energy reserves.

You have to know that in the world of ghost stories full of dangers, this is equivalent to handing over half of your life.

The maned monkey shook his head stubbornly, and he didn't stop until another stream of energy was injected into his body.

After doing all this, it leaned weakly against Zhang Yangqing's legs, but showed a satisfied smile, as if saying: Boss, I'm very capable!

The maned monkey seemed very happy to be able to help Zhang Yangqing.

Zhang Yangqing also felt a little moved. It had been a long time since he met such a good younger brother.

(End of this chapter)