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

Shen Xingzhuo looked down at the hand she was holding with Pei Jinyu.

She noticed that Pei Jinyu's fingertips were turning white, clearly indicating that she was gripping her hand very tightly.

"If you feel unwell, we can stop and rest at any time," Shen Xingzhuo asked considerately.

The key to breaking the cycle is to confront your fears.

Clearly, on this road, the fear of Pei Jinyu and the other two had been materialized into the stranger who was about to appear.

Thinking of this, Shen Xingzhu chuckled softly.

The answer was hidden in the riddle itself, but she had previously overlooked the crucial clue due to her rigid thinking.

Rule three says: Don't talk to strangers.

Because when you open your mouth to speak, your yang energy will naturally leak out.

This is why in many ghost movies, the protagonist covers his mouth tightly when he is about to be caught.

Fear is one aspect, but more importantly, it's about preventing one's yang energy from leaking out and attracting the attention of ghosts.

Shen Xingzhuo made a zipping motion near her mouth.

Pei Jinyu nodded knowingly.

"I'm fine." She clutched her chest, her brows furrowing slightly. "Let's keep moving forward. If we stay too long, I'm afraid more things might go wrong."

Shen Xingzhuo nodded and looked at Madam Pei and Pei Xi to confirm.

Seeing that both of them were in relatively good condition, he felt relieved and continued on his way.

"97, 98, 99!"

Shen Xingzhu silently counted the number of steps they took.

Ninety-nine is the number of Yang!

But things always turn into their opposites when they reach their extremes; once they reach the extreme of yang, they will enter the realm of ghosts.

"It's coming!"

Shen Xingzhuo called out a reminder, and with his right hand holding the long sword, he slashed forward, unleashing a surge of powerful energy from the blade.

The flickering will-o'-the-wisps on the opposite side instantly dispersed from the middle to both sides, revealing a narrow path that could only accommodate one person at a time.

"Keep your head down, walk forward, and whatever you do, don't make eye contact!"

In Shen Xingzhuo's view, rule four perfectly complements the completeness of rule three.

If there is no lantern bearer on the road, you must run forward immediately upon seeing one!

The will-o'-the-wisp beside the lantern bearer comes from the underworld, and getting close to it will make you feel a chill.

Over time, if you don't escape quickly, you will be marked by these wisps of yin energy.

At that time, the lantern bearer will no longer be a guide to spirits, but a vengeful ghost that steals souls.

Therefore, running there quickly is indeed the right thing to do.

However, we must be extremely cautious no matter how we run.

Shen Xingzhuo thought of the first half of Rule Five.

If you were a living person...

That's quite ridiculous.

After all, in this strange tale, apart from her as the chosen one, everyone else was a bizarre person whose life had been forcibly written.

This rule is practically a "tailor-made" label plastered on her face.

But that's the strange thing.

"The rules given by ghost stories are mostly death traps... It says that if I were a living person, conventional logic should be reversed..."

Shen Xingzhuo's eyes darted around, fleeting images flashing before his eyes.

The "Qi Observation Technique" was performed silently.

The aura emanating from her was clearly different from the eerie presence around her.

"I don't remember experiencing any life-or-death situations, and the Qi Observation Technique also indicates that I should still be alive."

As Shen Xingzhuo pondered this, he didn't stop his chopping motions.

"Snap—"

Shen Xingzhuo's knife suddenly struck a physical object.

She glanced over instinctively.

He happened to make eye contact with the lantern bearer, who was rolling his eyes and had broken the safe distance.

"hiss."

The man carrying the lantern had an unnatural bluish-black complexion.

The gap between the two is at most an arm's length.

With Shen Xingzhuo's keen eyesight, he could even see the fine, dark blood vessels under the lantern-bearer's skin.

"Go, go, go," came a hoarse sound from the lantern bearer's throat.

Shen Xingzhuo frowned, pulled his long sword from the object he had struck, and slammed it heavily onto the skull of the lantern bearer.

The lantern bearer's head fell off his neck and rolled once on the ground.

"I swear to God, I used the back of the knife!"

Shen Xingzhuo offered a defense for herself.

But the whole thing appears completely different to people in the real world.

[Sister Shen...did she kill a chosen one?]