Rules of the Strange: I Became a God in a Bizarre World Through Taoist Arts

"Sizzle...!"

The communication was cut off without warning, but Shen Xingzhuo was not surprised.

If this continues, this strange tale will become an open-book exam for the chosen ones in other countries. The supernatural will never allow such a thing to happen.

Feeling hungry, Shen Xingzhuo had no choice but to sit cross-legged and take a short break to regulate her breathing.

When I felt my strength had recovered a little, I opened my eyes and looked out the window.

By this time, it was completely dark.

The sky was filled with twinkling stars, and even the wind was still.

[Your brother loves you very much and created the most beautiful garden for you. You love to look at the stars in the garden... No, you absolutely cannot enter the garden at night!]

Things that should absolutely not be done, you must do. Especially in the realm of supernatural tales, the deadly dangers often arise from the need to conceal secrets.

With Guan Shanyue's reminder just now, Shen Xingzhuo was even more certain that she only had one path to choose: "perfect completion".

She must complete the story retelling of "My Sister Carrying a Doll"!

Shen Xingzhuo unconsciously pressed his palm with his fingertips, rearranging the scattered clues in his mind, and found that he was just missing one point that could connect the whole story.

Therefore, a nighttime visit to the garden was imperative.

Shen Xingzhuo got up, but before she reached the door, there was a regular knocking sound from outside.

"Knock knock knock".

"Miss, your bedtime milk."

The butler's voice rang out from outside the door, gentle and as always.

Shen Xingzhuo's nose had already detected the strong smell of blood.

She quietly moved closer to the door and peered out through the narrow crack.

Under the dim corridor light, the butler carried a tray of milk. But the decorative mirror on the wall behind him reflected a horrifying scene: a gaping hole in his back, through which his intestines spilled out.

The butler was wearing red!

Shen Xingzhuo held her breath and stepped back. Almost as soon as she took a step, the butler's gentle voice suddenly rose in pitch.

He pounded on the door urgently, his voice carrying a threatening tone.

"Miss! Please open the door! Your milk is getting cold!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The slapping quickly escalated into a violent impact.

He was reminding me not to go out.

Shen Xingzhuo made a quick decision, took out the substitute puppet, activated it, and placed it on the bed, letting her stay here to sleep in her place.

She herself walked quickly to the window.

Shen Xingzhuo looked down and saw that the villa, decorated in a Southeast Asian style, had a much higher ceiling than usual. With the protruding stone carvings on the exterior walls, the distance from her window to the garden floor was probably four meters.

Wait a minute! Is Sister Shen going to go through the window?!

"Mom, my acrophobia is about to flare up."

[That's about four or five meters high. He'll be crippled if he doesn't die. Please, Sister Shen, take the normal route! My heart can't take it!]

[Why would you ask her to take the usual route? The butler knocking on the door is definitely suspicious!]

That's still not allowed...

Before the bullet screen could finish displaying the message, Shen Xingzhuo had already used one hand to brace himself against the windowsill and leaped out.

The viewers' hearts were in their throats again.

The air outside smelled sweet, but Shen Xingzhuo sighed almost imperceptibly as she recalled some past events she didn't want to mention.

She was born with the auspicious star of the heavens, a natural genius for cultivating Taoist arts. Ever since her master brought her back to the temple to learn, her skills and mental techniques have progressed by leaps and bounds.

Those of similar age among her fellow disciples were no match for her at all.

This also fostered a bit of arrogance in her, making her believe that as long as one is proficient in magic, one does not need to cultivate too much physical skills.

Until that year, evil cultivators used the lives of tens of thousands of people to activate the Blood Array, attempting to overthrow the entire orthodox Xuanmen sect.

She was trapped in a corner of a formidable formation by several powerful enemies. Though her magic was formidable, it couldn't instantly break through the wall of hundreds of corpses. She could only watch helplessly as her master died before her eyes, trying to save her…

They won that battle only by fighting to the death...

Shen Xingzhu blamed everything on himself and began to diligently cultivate his physical skills, striving to be worthy of the Heavenly Master's Degree that his master had passed down to him before his death.

The wind ruffled Shen Xingzhuo's hair.

Using the protruding stone carvings on the wall for leverage, she slightly bent her body, pushed off with her toes, and leaped onto a branch of the banyan tree opposite, before landing lightly.

The chat was quiet for a moment before being flooded with exclamations of amazement.

[What is this? It makes me, someone who needs a mecha to climb stairs, look really stupid!]

Sister Shen, how many more surprises do you have in store for me?

[This is recorded in history books! This is kung fu! Lightness skill! It's a tradition of our Tianxia Kingdom!]

Hey, History Bro's here!

They had a heated discussion about kung fu.

In the ghost story, Shen Xingzhuo had already stepped into the garden and was overwhelmed by the even stronger fragrance of flowers, causing her to feel a moment of disorientation.

Vast expanses of eerily blooming spider lilies almost filled the field of vision.

Shen Xingzhuo's gaze sharpened, and she clenched her palms tightly, forcing herself to stay awake.

She never imagined that the spider lily she had glimpsed during the day was no ordinary thing, but truly came from the other side of the underworld.

The fragrance she smelled at that moment was none other than the crucial ingredient in the Meng Po soup recipe: oblivion.

Prolonged exposure to such things will inevitably erode one's mind and spirit.

Shen Xingzhuo immediately mobilized his spiritual energy, temporarily sealing his mouth and nose to breathe, and switching to a long, continuous internal energy circulation.

Under the moonlight, the layout of the garden was faintly visible.

To Shen Xingzhuo's left front was a greenhouse made of stained glass windows, and the projection of the glass onto the ground was exactly in the shape of a goldfish.

In the center of the garden is a pond of moderate size, and the surrounding paths meander and twist, each ending precisely in darkness.

"There must be rules here too, right?" Shen Xingzhuo whispered.

She walked forward very quietly and saw something shimmering at the bottom of the pond.

"Whoosh—!"

A strong gust of wind suddenly arose, blowing many of the banyan tree leaves off.

In the instant his vision blurred, Shen Xingzhuo saw lines of dark red text appear before his eyes—the Garden Night Walk Rules.

This is my sister's favorite garden, so please don't disturb it... You must abide by the rules for nighttime visits, otherwise... you'll be good fertilizer for the flowers~

[1: The garden is very quiet at night, and no one will disturb you. If you see a little girl in a red dress carrying a doll walking among the flowers, do not follow her, do not call out to her, and do not let yourself be noticed looking at her.]

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[3: The flowers in the garden are the result of my brother's careful care, please... absolutely do not pick them and put them on the stones.]

[4: If you see the spider lily sprouting leaves, please immediately hide in the greenhouse. The gardener will protect you; can you trust him...?]

[5: There is no pond in the garden. If you see a pond, do not stare at the water, and do not put your hand in the pond!]

[6: My younger sister loves dolls. If you don't bring her, you won't be welcome to come see the flowers.]