The Church of Virtue retreated.

The Vegetarian Divine Cult retreated.

The two consecutive failures in one day made Pang Shouzi feel confused and didn't know what to do next.

In his life, he carried the banner of protecting the environment and protecting animals, and was entangled in a group of moral bitches. With his ability to fan the flames and use public emotions, he always stood on the commanding heights of morality and was almost invincible.

In recent years, the public has not been very good at this, but there has never been a shortage of like-minded people on the Internet. As long as it is possible to develop into negative news, manufacturers will be so scared that they kneel down and beg for mercy and offer protection fees.

With this "business" method, he has been doing all kinds of things in recent years.

Even if you encounter a more difficult opponent, at least you can make the opponent look sexy.

But this was the first time he encountered a chance to fan the flames!

Why did the entire Church of Charity disappear?

Why do Vegetarian God Cult go crazy collectively?

What is the truth about men and women crying?

What exactly happened in the Almighty Safari?

Now Pang Shouzi's mind is full of all kinds of sensational title parties.

Pang Shouzi was still struggling and wondering, Pang Fatty called over.

"Where is your big news? I'm just waiting here, why is there no movement?"

When he heard his brother urging him, Pang Shouzi felt upset and said, "Don't be anxious, I'm still busy here!"

"By the way, you didn't ask Mr. Zhuang for trouble..." Fatty Pang said a little worried, " Stay away from Mr. Zhuang. I heard that Mr. Zhuang is sick now and is recuperating at home. You can take the opportunity to find trouble for Old Man Ke, create some news and come back. As long as they can ruin their name change ceremony tomorrow, I will be fine. When my big circus is started and it attracts visitors, they will not be able to chase them..."

At first, Pang Shouzi felt that his brother was too pessimistic.

But now he feels he is too optimistic.

"Okay, I understand..." Pang Shouzi hung up the phone and smoked a few cigarettes hard at the entrance of the zoo.

Now it is not just about helping his brother, but now the zoo has threatened his business.

The two invincible legions of his army have been wiped out.

Now, I can only take out my killer weapon!

Performance Art God Church!

...

At five o'clock in the afternoon, a truck stopped at the entrance of the zoo.

More than a dozen men and women got out of the car and started working hard.

They lifted all kinds of props from the car and assembled them.

"Hurry up, it will be dark soon. Come on, take photos, and go online! You can also catch up with the popularity after dinner!" Pang Shouzi urged these more than a dozen people.

The men and women immediately got busy.

A man lay in a huge round plate with plastic foam vegetables on it, and then the man sprinkled blood red plasma on himself, disguising himself as food.

"Click" a photo with the text: "If you are lying on the dining plate..."

A young woman wore a flesh-colored bikini, sprinkled with plasma, laying in a huge supermarket disposable tray, wrapped in plastic wrap...

"Crack" a photo with the text: "If you were bought from the supermarket like this..."

The ** man and woman, squeezed into a narrow cage, with chains tied around their necks...

"Click" a photo, "If you are locked in a cage..."

The open-hole table drilled under the table and stuck its head out of the hole, like a monkey's brain...

"Click" a photo, "If someone eats your brain..."

In a metal slaughter rack, two butchers were holding bone-knitted knives and wearing blood-stained aprons. They stood next to the slaughter rack, with a man covered in blood hanging upside down in the middle...

Hey, wait, where is the man covered in blood?

"Where is Xiao Liu?" Pang Shouzi pointed to the empty slaughter rack in the middle.

"He had diarrhea today and felt a little uncomfortable. He was resting at home..."

"Damn it, it's up to this slaughter to create an effect! The chains are lost at the critical moment! Forget it, I'll do it myself!" Pang Shouzi took off his coat and hung himself upside down.

The brutal butcher, a person hanging upside down on his body with plasma, was extremely visually shocking.

"Crack" a photo with the text: "If someone cuts your flesh and blood off with one knife..."

The cameraman takes the left and right shots, the middle and close-up scene of the long view, various compositions...

Bloody photos were frozen.

And every photo, I don’t forget to bring the zoo gate behind.

"Boss, this effect is not very good..." It's sunset now, and I'm shooting in the direction of the gate. The backlight is so great that I can't take anything.

"Why don't we go in and take pictures? That might work better."

"Go in!" Pang Shouzi waved his hand and led everyone to carry various props to the zoo gate.

"Can we go in?" Pang Shouzi pointed at the door and asked the security guard.

The security guard waved his hand, which meant, whatever!

"The security guard doesn't care?" The performance artists who were with Pang Shouzi were very puzzled.

The security guard grinned at them and made a gesture of asking for help.

After turning two corners along the road entering the park, they saw a bustling scene in front of them, with various barbecue grills and prepared ingredients outside the restaurant not far from Hushan.

There was also a banner hanging next to it: "Warm celebrating the owner's first recovery from a serious illness and the opening of the All-Round Zoo..."

Several chefs were dealing with ingredients with their backs, and they were not seen appearing at all.

From the passage opposite, there were vague voices, as if someone was walking over there.

"They actually do barbecue?" Pang Shouzi felt that it was a coincidence. When we put together this set of performance art, I think you can still bake and eat it?

Moreover, against the contrast of the barbecue party, the effect of this performance art is probably more shocking.

"Hurry, hurry up, let's get busy!" Several people rushed to put up various props. The photographer held his breath next to him, waiting for the people to arrive and capture the perfect picture.

At this time, the sky was already a little dark, and the voices and footsteps of the road opposite were getting louder and louder. After a few seconds, two huge figures were seen walking through the passage.

"Sanjin, I want to defect!" The fallen dragon man, Siliang, carried a huge box and said to Sanjin very unhappily.

"What?" Sanjin was shocked when he heard this: "You are going to run away again?"

"Hmph, the owner of the manor doesn't care about our feelings at all!" Siliang slammed the box in his hand next to the barbecue stove. "I know we are most afraid of chicken wings, but he actually asked us to wear chicken wings! Why do we wear more hands? More hands means discrimination and squeeze us? I want to protest! This is discrimination against us Fallen Dragons! We Fallen Dragons also have the right to be respected!"

"This... the chicken wings are quite delicious..." Sanjin said weakly.

"Ah~ the chicken wings are so scary! If you want to eat, I won't eat them anyway!" Siliang hummed, "The owner of the manor doesn't care about our preferences and tastes at all. I want to defect! Don't stop me!"

Sanjin was struggling. Should I tie Siliang and present a letter of fame or escape with Siliang?

Too tangled!

"Wait, we blamed the owner for mistake!" Siliang suddenly poked Sanjin and pointed at the performance artists next to him.

"Huh?" Sanjin wiped his eyes in disbelief and wiped them again, "I'm not right! The owner of the manor prepared a human meal for us!"

"Oh my God, it's so delicious!"

"There are live meat slaughtered, fresh meat salad, and oil poured into the brain... Hiss... I can't help it, I can't stop saliva..."

Three jin and four liang were moved to tears: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"I decided to follow the owner of the house for the rest of my life!"

"Yes, the owner of the manor is our beacon. I will never say anything if I let us wear chicken wings in the future!"

"Long live the owner of the manor!"

"Hurry, hurry up, go and taste it first!" Sanjin walked to the slaughter rack, snatched the sharp bone-cut knife from the scared "butcher" next to him, and measured it on the hanging upside down.

"This one doesn't have much meat...there's more meat next to it..." Sanjin looked at Pang Shouzi pickyly, then gestured at the "butcher" next to him.

The butcher turned his eyes and was shocked.

"Some of them are good to eat, why are you so picky?" Siliang pointed at Pang Shouzi and said, "This one was hung up, probably offended the owner of the manor, eat this!"

"This piece of meat is relatively fat, I want to eat this piece..." Sanjin pinched Pang Shouzi's butt.

"Okay, then I'll eat the following piece, this piece is smaller..."

"Forget it, pick two pieces of it and give the rest to Xiaoguai and the others."

Pang Shouzi struggled desperately: "Save...Help...Help! I am a human, not food, don't, don't...Who will save me!"

"Why is it on the shelf if it's not food?" Sanjin grinned, "Don't struggle, I'll cut it quickly! We fallen dragons respect food very much! Or I'll give you a pleasure first?"

"No! No!" Pang Shouzi looked at the bone-clearing knife that was flashing with cold light and desperately shrank.
To be continued...