After saying this, the car window rolled up and the car drove away.

Inside the zoo, everything was in disarray, with damaged facilities everywhere and human skeletons scattered about.

The area that used to house different animals is now completely empty, with not a single animal in sight.

However, there is a very lively performance area in the center of the zoo.

This place was originally a place for tourists to watch various animal performances, with performance areas and rows of seats.

At this moment, those sitting in the stands watching the performance are not humans, but all sorts of animals.

There are more than ten species, including elephants, lions, wolves, foxes, black bears, and giraffes.

They sat in chairs like humans, watching the performance, sometimes cheering and shouting, sometimes letting out wild howls.

But the performers on the field are human.

The thirty or forty people who had been driven in earlier were now queuing up at the edge of the venue, waiting to go on stage to perform.

Huang Yiman was among them.

The performance area features various performance tools corresponding to eight performance items: cycling, balancing a ball on one's head, balancing a board, balancing a ball, catching rings, jumping through fire hoops, catching frisbees, and stair parkour.

There was also a large tiger, walking upright on its legs, holding a whip in its right forepaw, supervising the human performance.

There was a teenager performing on a bicycle on the field.

This was originally a performance by the black bears. It's actually quite simple for people; they just need to ride around the area twice to complete the performance and receive a barbecue as a reward before leaving the zoo.

But the tiger held a whip and would lash it out every now and then.

"Hurry up, haven't you eaten? Your performance was terrible. With this level of skill, how can you face the audience? What's the use of your two legs? You might as well cut them off and roast them."

This tiger spoke in a human voice, and it was a chatterbox, constantly babbling on and on.

The boy could have easily completed the performance, but after being whipped twice, he was so frightened that he lost his footing, slipped, and fell off the bicycle.

"Oh ho! I knew you couldn't do it, haha, hurry up and get into my mouth!"

The tiger let out a cheer, and a wisp of blue light emanated from its body, entering the boy's body.

The boy suddenly stiffened, then burst into wild laughter, saying, "It's good to be young, with fewer impurities, so it will definitely taste better after roasting."

The boy spoke as he walked to the other side of the performance area.

There was a bonfire, and next to it was a big, fat man dressed in a white chef's uniform, skewering meat on a stick and roasting it over the fire.

If you look closely, you can see that it is roasting a human leg.

On the open ground behind it, there were piles of human bones and internal organs.

Needless to say, this is the fate of those who fail in their performances.

The boy walked up to the fat chef, his eyes filled with fear, yet he wore a strange smile and uttered bizarre words.

"Come on! Leave me one leg, hmm, I want my left leg."

The fat chef remained expressionless, reached for his waist with his right hand, and an unusually large cleaver appeared in his hand, which he then swung out with a fierce chop.

Without any apparent extra movements, it simply cleaved out the boy's flesh and bones, turning him into a pile of bones and slices of meat in the blink of an eye.

Only his left leg remained standing there.

This scene was truly terrifying; many people were so frightened they cried, or couldn't bear to look at it.

Next, the chubby chef skewered the meat and grilled it all together.

"Next performance: ring toss. Who wants to come up and perform?"

Tiger shouted at the crowd on the sidelines, and everyone lowered their heads. No one was willing to go on stage; they wanted to stay away for as long as possible.

Moreover, this ring toss performance is the most deceptive; the people who performed this act before us all got ripped off.

"If no one volunteers, I'll have to choose randomly?"

The tiger had a very human-like smile on its face; if you didn't know better, you would think it was a person wearing a tiger skin standing there.

Huang Yiman didn't intend to go up, but suddenly someone pushed her, and she rushed out of the crowd and onto the stage.

"Okay, this girl has courage. I'll definitely throw more accurately this time."

Tiger laughed heartily, not caring whether Huang Yiman came up on her own or was pushed up by someone else.

Huang Yiman turned around, trying to find the person who pushed her.

But with everyone huddled together, it was impossible to tell who it was.

"It's starting, it's starting! Which way should we look?"

The tiger shouted at the top of its lungs.

Huang Yiman quickly turned her head and saw that the tiger was holding five plastic rings. As long as he caught them with his head, the performance would be considered a success.

It's not actually that difficult; the difficulty lies in not throwing the tiger away properly.

"I threw it away!"

The tiger spoke as if it were teasing, flicking its claws and throwing a ring to the left.

Huang Yiman rushed over and narrowly caught it with her head.

Her heart was pounding, and she almost didn't catch it.

"The second one."

The tiger roared again, and the ring was thrown out at the same time.

This time, she threw it even further away. As she ran over and barely caught it, the third ring flew out, landing even further away.

The ring eventually landed and was not caught.

"Haha, you idiot, you can't even catch that!"

The tiger's triumphant roar rang out, and a streak of green light flew out from its body, heading towards Huang Yiman.

Huang Yiman's face was filled with despair. She knew that she was going to die and no one could save her.

But at that moment, a thunderclap rang out.

A bolt of lightning struck the tiger, charring a large patch of its fur.

"Damn it, who's going to chop me up?" the tiger roared in fury.

The portly chef, knife in hand, looked toward the entrance to the performance area.

Then a tall, handsome young man strolled in.

Without saying a word, Xia Tianqiong released Huang Yu, the human-headed dog, the hanging ghost, and the three-legged golden toad, and they started fighting right away.

There's not much to say; he understands the rules and tricks of these two evil spirits.

Nothing special, just do it.