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

Even the chosen ones can transform into something bizarre.

So what was the chosen one's obsession at the moment of death?

reputation?

status?

National Security?

Or is it the rise and fall of the entire star system?

Shen Xingzhuo felt a chill run down his spine.

It felt as if a heavy pressure was pressing down on her body, causing her straight back to hunch slightly.

"Are even heroes, nameless, destined to have no trace after death?"

Shen Xingzhuo suddenly felt as if he were in the primordial universe, where there was nothing but emptiness.

My hands were clenched into fists, my nails dug deep into my palms, and I felt a sharp, persistent pain.

"hiss……"

A sharp pain shot through my lower back.

Shen Xingzhuo looked at Pei Jinyu in disbelief.

She pinched the soft flesh of her waist hard.

Pei Jinyu's fingernails had become black and long, and when she pinched her, they dug deep into her flesh.

Her clothes were stained with blood.

The long sword slid unconsciously from his sleeve into his palm, a cold glint flashed, and a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain appeared on Pei Jinyu's arm.

Pei Jinyu's blood splattered.

One drop of water fell squarely into Shen Xingzhuo's eye.

Shen Xingzhuo felt his vision instantly turn blood red, and his entire eyeball was burned by the salt from the blood droplets.

Under the intense stimulation, a hot tear slid down her cheek.

She instinctively closed her eyes, and spiritual energy automatically flowed to her eye sockets.

When she opened her eyes again, a gleam flashed across them, and to those watching the sky, her pupils appeared much brighter than ever before.

But in her own eyes...

The three people in front of me, Pei Jinyu and the others, have shed their human skin, leaving only their souls.

One person and three eerie creatures stared at each other in silence.

The carefully maintained harmony between parents and children has been ripped away at this moment, revealing the most shameful mask.

"See?" Pei Jinyu chuckled self-deprecatingly. "There's nothing different."

"Madam, what are you saying? What happened between you and Yin'er?" Madam Pei asked with concern, her eyes filled with deep anxiety.

When Pei Xi saw her grandmother and mother hurting each other, she burst into tears.

She only lived to be six years old in her previous life.

Although he looks like he's already in his prime, his mental age is even lower than that of a six-year-old because he absorbed the souls of his younger sisters.

Previously, it was just because she was precocious that it didn't show anything.

But for a young child, the most terrifying thing in life is when the family members they depend on suddenly turn against them.

In particular, Shen Xingzhuo drew his long sword.

This is completely contrary to the image she had previously projected.

In Pei Xi's eyes, her current mother is the one who has always protected her and her grandmothers.

But when the longsword is stained with the blood of one's own people...

Pei Xi could clearly hear something shattering deep within her heart.

"Wow!"

She cried bitterly, tears streaming down her face.

Suddenly, a thundercloud gathered in the sky, and as lightning darted about inside, some lightning bolts hung suspended at the lowest point of the cloud layer, about to fall.

"I don't want my mother and grandmother to be unhappy!"

Pei Xi suddenly roared.

But right after that one sentence, her mouth split open to behind her ear, and her head looked as if it had been sliced ​​open horizontally.

She's become bizarre!

She is now in the exact same state she was in when she died, her head severed by a single blow.

It's like killing a watermelon.

That murderer ended the child's life so easily!

Shen Xingzhuo's throat tightened, but Pei Jinyu suddenly launched an attack at that moment.

"Yin'er, did Mother misjudge you?"

Shen Xingzhuo looked into her pupils, then at his own bloodstained knife.

She suddenly found it difficult to defend herself.

Yes, it's sophistry.

She entered the ghost stories as the chosen one, with her only goal being to leave alive.

This is not only about her own life, but also about the millions of people behind her.

Therefore, they are inherently opposed to the supernatural.

……

A long silence followed.

"no."

Shen Xingzhuo's voice was strained.

"I... have a sliver of sincerity."