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

What I dislike most about Ghost Stories is Shen Xingzhuo's effortless attitude when facing desperate situations.

She should have been terrified! Desperate! And then exposed the most pathetic part of human nature! Kneeled and begged for mercy!

But why is it that she always manages to escape from seemingly hopeless situations?

"Is there a problem with the story background I chose?"

The ghost story suddenly began to reflect: was there a problem with its difficulty setting?

Or is it that the questions it poses are not persuasive enough?

As it pondered, it suddenly had a brilliant idea.

【cough……】

You're right.

So what if she succeeds this time?

When the next ghost story is specially tailored for her, she'll have to see...

Once Shen Xingzhuo is truly involved, will he still be able to maintain this repulsive absolute rationality?

Shen Xingzhuo was taken aback when the ghost tale was revealed so readily this time.

She rubbed her itchy nose, then, as if unable to bear the dusty environment of the ancestral hall, sneezed loudly.

She cleared her throat. "The phrases 'all who enter are guests in the womb' and 'one must abide by the rules of the Pei family' mean that as long as I am in this ancestral hall, it is as if I have returned to my mother's embrace."

"As for those so-called rules, whatever they may be, they must all 'submit' to the rules of the Pei family."

She slowly raised her head, her "gaze" falling on the already collapsed statue.

"And you should know the rules of the Pei family, even without me having to explain them, right?"

【…】

Shen Xingzhu smiled.

"In the Pei family, the mother comes first, then the family rules, and finally the worldly rules."

"So... as long as my mothers think I did nothing wrong, then I am not wrong."

With a heavy slap, she sent a powerful gust of wind hurtling towards the incense burner.

"Bang!" The incense burner was completely overturned.

The ashes that had accumulated over the years were now thoroughly stirred up.

The so-called "incense ash" is the ashes of the baby girl that Pei Shiquan burned for his conspiracy.

This overturning was not only for the sake of saving, but also to completely break the constraints that Pei Shiquan had imposed on the women in the Pei family for decades.

Shen Xingzhuo sensed the presence and looked at Pei Jinyu and Madam Pei.

"Mother, Mother, did I do the right thing?"

Shen Xingzhuo gave the two of them a bright smile.

That smile, like the spring sunshine that could melt a frozen river, shone into the hearts of the two people who had been gloomy for many years.

It wasn't a blinding brightness, but a warm one, like the sun shining through a windowpane in winter.

The two nodded emphatically.

"My daughter is right no matter what she does!"

"Yin'er did the right thing, Mom supports you!"

The two voices overlapped, one clear and bright, the other hoarse, yet they resonated with the same warmth in the ancestral hall.

Shen Xingzhu heard it. She didn't turn around, but simply kept that smile to herself, then turned around to face the collapsed statue.

Golden light spilled from her palm, wisps of it wrapping around the scattered ashes. The ashes rose slowly in the light, like fallen leaves scattered by the wind, or like butterflies that had just learned to fly.

She didn't turn back, nor did she stop.

The two women behind her were still watching her. The daylight outside the ancestral hall was still bright. The souls of those baby girls were still breathing gently and slowly within the ribbon wrapped around her waist.

Shen Xingzhuo took a deep breath.

"Next—"

Her voice was soft, but steady.

"It's time to settle accounts."