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

Shen Xingzhuo, do you want to do something exciting?

Sensing that the question posed by the scalper had been somewhat impromptu, Shen Xingzhu smiled.

"What games are we playing?"

The wielder let out a low chuckle, tinged with mockery.

[You know, next, we'll reveal the items you obtained in this ghost story.]

Our game is—

I will put ten cards in front of you. You may be lucky enough to get an SSS+ level item, or you may get nothing and even lose the items you already have.

Are you willing to take the gamble?

As the strange conversation ended, ten transparent cards appeared in front of Shen Xingzhuo, shimmering with a faint glow.

"It actually looks pretty good."

Shen Xingzhuo sighed casually, but his heart sank suddenly.

As soon as these cards appeared, she felt the air around her become much dirtier.

Several cards clearly possessed a much higher concentration of eerie energy than the others, indicating that they contained something truly valuable.

But Shen Xingzhuo remained solemn.

Although she can use this method to distinguish which card has more eerie energy, she still needs to judge whether what is hidden behind the strong eerie energy is extremely good or extremely bad.

Is a strong sense of eeriness a boon to the supernatural, or its nemesis?

She fell silent, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at the ten cards.

But the ghost stories didn't give her a chance to think.

[So, what do you think? Do you want to participate?]

Although we are rivals, I still want to give you a friendly reminder.

The items you can get from clearing "Guanyin Brocade" this time are already quite high-level. If you gamble wrong, you'll lose everything!

【Why--】

But I think you're different from the other chosen ones. You have more courage and ability, so I think you'll choose to take a gamble.

This is an SSS+ level item—it's practically a "one-hit kill" against the supernatural.

The voice of the wielding ghost carried an almost intimate, seductive quality, as if he genuinely cared for her. Shen Xingzhuo didn't answer immediately. She stared at the ten cards, her gaze sweeping from the first to the last, then back again. Every card was identical—transparent, with faintly glowing edges, indistinguishable from one another. But the distribution of the eerie aura in the air was uneven. She didn't even need to use her spiritual energy to sense that the air near some cards was colder and more viscous than the others.

“…You’re right,” she began, her voice slow and deliberate. “I am indeed different from other Chosen Ones. But you’re wrong about one thing.”

The wielder didn't respond, as if waiting for her to continue.

Shen Xingzhuo stretched out his hand, his fingertips lingering for a moment above the first card before withdrawing. "I'm willing to bet, but I don't like being forced to gamble."

She turned her head, her gaze falling on a point in the void—the direction from which the voice of the wielding demon had come. "You lay out ten cards, tell me some are good and some are bad, and let me choose. Sounds fair, right? But have you ever considered—"

"Out of the ten cards, you placed three SSS+ level items as hooks. Of the remaining seven cards, half are empty, and the other half are penalty cards that will make me lose my current items."

"You hope I'm gambling on luck."

"But what you want me to gamble on is that 'I can't help but reach out.'"

After Shen Xingzhuo finished speaking, he paused for a moment, and the wielding ghost remained silent. That silence wasn't the embarrassment of being exposed; it was more like a silent confirmation. It had indeed been thinking about this, and Shen Xingzhuo had indeed guessed it.