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

Shen Xingzhuo's figure appeared in the sky.

After seeing her clothes and appearance, the people of Tianxia Kingdom were utterly devastated.

[What the hell is going on? The new chosen one is a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) guy cosplaying a Taoist priest?]

[It's bizarre! If you're sick, go get treatment. Does she think just because she's a woman she's Long Qingyue?!]

[If this ghost story wants to kill me, just do it!]

[666, you wouldn't be happy if I actually did it (winking). But this girl looks like she's still underage, is it really okay...?]

The people of Tianxia Kingdom were plunged into despair. Other nations that still clung to life also felt a deep sense of pessimism as they looked at Shen Xingzhuo's figure.

The rabbit dies and the fox grieves; creatures grieve for their own kind.

If Tianxia, ​​one of the most powerful nations, were to disappear, how long could they hold out?

……

In the ghost story, the dazzling white light in front of Shen Xingzhuo's eyes dissipated, allowing her to see her surroundings clearly.

The room is decorated in a retro and exquisite Southeast Asian style. The white gauze curtains by the brass windows sway gently in the salty sea breeze, like the hem of a hanged ghost's skirt.

Shen Xingzhuo took a deep sniff; the air was filled with the scent of damp earth.

That ethereal voice rang out again.

Welcome, Chosen One, to the B-Rank Rules of Weird Tales: The Little Sister Carrying a Doll

You are the happiest sister in the world.

In your memory, Mom and Dad were always busy with work, leaving only you and your brother at home. Your brother doted on you and was always there for you when you needed him. You loved your brother very much too; you were two poor little things who kept each other warm…

Until one day, you overhear your brother humming a lullaby unconsciously...

My younger sister is carrying a doll.

Come to the garden to see the flowers.

The baby cried and called for its mother.

The birds in the tree are laughing happily.

You suddenly feel a gaze fixed intently on you from behind.

Who is it?

Remember, little sister is carrying a doll! Little sister is carrying a doll!

The voice of nothingness grew fainter and fainter.

Shen Xingzhuo clenched her palm, her fingernails leaving crescent-shaped marks on it.

"It's neither a ghost nor a demon. I wonder if my talisman still works," she thought to herself.

He then walked around the room, trying to find the initial rules of this strange tale.

She stood at the window and saw several blue birds perched on the branches of the banyan tree outside.

With a faint smile, Shen Xingzhuo turned her gaze back indoors.

The room's furnishings were clearly carefully selected, except for the tray on the dressing table and the few tools for unblocking meridians on it, which seemed overly plain.

There was a notebook next to the tools.

Shen Xingzhuo picked it up and flipped through it. The first few pages were records of his younger sister helping him to unblock the meridians in his legs. But when he turned to the last page, different content appeared.

You are the happiest sister in the world. You and your brother depend on each other for survival, and you care deeply about your brother's feelings. Therefore, you must abide by the following rules.

[1: You and your brother are close, and you care about him very much. Your brother needs companionship and care. When you see your brother, you should greet him first, you cannot refuse his requests, and you must not lose your temper with him.]

[2: You have a strong sense of time... You have dinner with your brother every night at 7:30.]

[3: My brother is disabled in both legs, and he suffers especially badly on rainy nights, but he doesn't want anyone to see him. If you see or hear him wailing, please turn away immediately! Do not respond! Do not look back!]

[4: Your brother doesn't like looking in the mirror, and there's only a mirror on your floor. You can look in the mirror, but if you see yourself carrying a doll, immediately close your eyes! And silently say, "My little sister is so careless; she's lost the doll again."]

[5: The only people in the house are you and your brother, but there are four other people who work for you: the butler, the maid, the gardener, and the carpenter. The butler only wears black clothes. If you see a butler in white, you can ask him a question. If you see a butler in red, run!]

[6: 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!]

7: My brother loves you very much...

[8: You love your doll very much, and you are its only owner. If your brother tries to touch, wash, or change its clothes, you must immediately get angry and stop him.]

[9: You can't carry a doll on your back...]

Shen Xingzhu silently read through the nine rules, then carefully tore the rule page out along the stitching of the notebook. She lit the scented candle in the tray, letting the flames engulf the entire page.

Then she poured the ashes into the fish tank next to her and stirred the water with a fascia knife until the ashes either sank to the bottom or were eaten by the fish.

By doing these things, all evidence proving she is not her sister will be erased.

Shen Xingzhu lowered her eyes, and the nine rules clearly appeared in her mind.

This was her first time venturing into the world of ghost stories, and she didn't yet understand the nature of these eerie occurrences, but...

In the strange tale of rules, rules are both constraints and a shield to protect her! Even more so, rules can transform into a spear, launching a proactive attack!

However, Shen Xingzhuo decided to proceed cautiously.

She was well aware that the nine rules were contradictory and contained many hidden traps.

For example, rule one requires her to absolutely obey her brother's requests, while rule eight tells her to refuse to let him touch her doll. What if her brother asks for the doll in return? Should she give it to him or not?

Furthermore, the preface to the ghost story repeatedly emphasizes that she should remember her sister carrying a doll, and Article Nine explicitly forbids carrying a doll. If carrying a doll or not carrying one is wrong, then Article Four, which pertains to mirror images, becomes completely meaningless.

The rules also say that she and her brother have a very close relationship. What kind of closeness is that?

Furthermore, since they are close siblings, why did they turn away when they saw their brother in pain?

What secrets are hidden in the garden at night?

Who exactly wrote these rules for the notes...?

Shen Xingzhuo fell into deep thought, but his hands didn't stop moving.

She had already sat back down at her dressing table at some point, and took out some yellow paper from her sleeve, folding it into a small gold ingot and a five-centimeter-long paper figure.

Shen Xingzhuo made a sword-finger gesture with his right hand and drew a few strokes in the air on the little paper figure. The five-centimeter-long thing sat up from the table and even stretched.

[Holy crap! What is that?! She...she...she's cheating?!]

[Unsure, let's wait and see!]

[I'm a PhD in Mythology! She seems to be using Taoist magic!]

What is Taoist magic?

[I know, we just learned this in history class today! But Taoist magic had already died out during the apocalypse, so how could she actually do it?!]

In the ghost story, the little paper figure jumped off the table by itself. Its short legs shot out as a blur, and it darted to the door in a flash.

Taking advantage of its natural ability, it slipped out through the crack in the door.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the butler standing outside the door with a very gloomy expression.

The butler seemed to have noticed something and looked down to check the situation. In the instant he looked down, a deep gash appeared on his neck.

His head and body were connected by only a thin layer of skin, and his head looked precarious, not to mention his mouth stretched all the way to his ears.

He grinned a disgusting smile, and a pool of thick, foul-smelling blood foam gushed from his mouth.

From the perspective of those watching the live broadcast, this disgusting thing was right above their heads.

And coincidentally, because the sky screen thoughtfully prepared an "empathy" experience for them, they smelled that nauseating odor even earlier than Shen Xingzhuo.

Family, I just died right here...

[What can a little woman do! What good will it do us to anger the supernatural before we even begin!]

[Help! I'm going to throw up, quickly switch screens... ugh...]

[Where are the higher-ups?! Didn't they give her three chances to give a hint?! Hurry up and get her ready!]

[+1+1, let's see how the chosen ones in other countries do it first, then just let her copy the answers.]

The people sending comments were on tenterhooks.

Many people spontaneously started watching the live broadcast from Lanshan Kingdom's Sky Screen, trying to find the correct answers to help their chosen ones pass the level.

Abru, the chosen one of Lanshan Kingdom, had previously successfully cleared a ghost story. Although it was only the simplest A-level ghost story, he was still the only one who received a completion reward when tackling "Little Sister Carrying a Doll".

At least, they seem to have a better chance of winning than the chosen ones from other countries.

Lanshan Kingdom's bullet comments started to curl up.

[Haha, let's see how our chosen one turns the tide!]

[I'm not saying this to be mean, but that girl of yours might as well have just failed the verification process; at least that would have been more concise.]

At this moment, in the scene...

In the ghost story, Abru found the notebook directly, flipped to the last page, and read out the rules.

Since he did nothing but sit and think, no terrifying images of the steward appeared on the sky over Lanshan Kingdom.

"Knock knock knock".

There was a knock on the door on his side.

Abru casually placed the notebook in the drawer of the dressing table, then slung the doll over his shoulder and opened the door.

When the butler saw Abru open the door, his expression was gentle, but starting from the top of his head, black blood kept gushing out and spread all over his body like venom.

Black blood continued to spread.

The butler's tone wasn't exactly gentle, "Miss, the young master is waiting for you in his room!"

Abru's heart skipped a beat; he could now see the butler's skin peeling away bit by bit.

He smiled faintly, trying to remain calm.

"According to the rules, I can't refuse my brother's request; besides, the notebook records that I have to massage my brother's legs every afternoon..."

"It should be safe to agree to his request."

"Miss, the young master is waiting for you." The butler's voice was extremely hoarse when he spoke again.

"Okay, okay. I'll go get the massage tools."

After he finished speaking, he took two steps back. Just as he turned around, he clearly heard the sound of the butler's skin tearing as his head and body separated.

Abru wanted to turn back, but it was too late.

The butler's head was flung far away like a swinging stick, and it opened its blood-red maw and bit off his head.