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

Shen Xingzhuo closed his eyes, trying to block out this shocking scene.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that the girl's face had not only not improved, but had become even more ulcerated.

Shen Xingzhuo: ...

"Aren't you going to treat yourself?"

Pointing to the location on his face where the girl's scars corresponded, Shen Xingzhuo asked hesitantly.

Suddenly, the girl burst into laughter, and pieces of flesh from her face fell to the ground, splattering blood and mud.

"It's alright, my darling, it's just a small injury, it'll be fine in a bit."

The girl's voice sounded extremely alluring.

As she spoke, she gently lifted Shen Xingzhuo's chin with her slender, jade-like fingers.

Shen Xingzhuo's lips curved into a smile as he looked at her with amusement.

[Huh?? These two are giving each other the eye!]

This isn't right! This isn't right!!

[Of course that's wrong! Sister Shen is my wife! Waaaaah, how could she laugh with her in front of me!]

Everyone, calm down...

……

In ghost stories.

"Looking at me like that? Could it be love at first sight?"

The girl went even further, reaching out and putting her arm around Shen Xingzhuo's shoulder.

Shen Xingzhuo's eyes turned cold.

"Snapped!"

They knocked away the girl's blood-stained hand.

"You think I'm dirty?" The girl's eyes were as dark as ink.

Shen Xingzhuo produced a whisk from somewhere and gently tapped her head with the wooden handle.

"Stop acting, Hua Jiuyue." Seeing the girl's stiff movements, he added, "Or rather, Xiaohua?"

After saying that, she couldn't keep her expression in check and burst out laughing.

"How dare you acknowledge me like this?"

Hua Jiuyue was full of doubts.

In a public space filled with supernatural tales, Shen Xingzhuo actually dared to publicly reveal his true identity from the real world to her?!

Doing this will only expose their status as chosen ones!

Hua Jiuyue's expression froze on her face. Her face, which was originally covered in blood and mud, instantly lost all its charming disguise, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, revealing the true expression that belonged to "Hua Jiuyue" underneath—warning, surprise, and a trace of panic that had not yet been hidden after being exposed.

"How did you recognize me?" Her voice changed; it was no longer that light and ambiguous tone, but rather deep and cold, carrying a sense of being trampled on.

Shen Xingzhu put the whisk back into his arm and tilted his head: "The way you tapped my head with the whisk handle just now was the same way you tapped your brother."

Hua Jiuyue was stunned for a moment.

"When you tapped him on the head in the real world, you used a whisk handle. Now you're tapping me, also with a whisk handle—and in the same spot, two fingers above my left temple."

When you do this movement, you tend to raise your wrist first and then lower the handle, instead of pressing it down directly.

"When you hit me just now, you raised your wrist slightly first," Shen Xingzhuo said, demonstrating the motion she had used to strike the handle. "I've seen you use this motion to hit your adjutant during training in the Sky Canopy, and afterwards you would say, 'Learn from this.' You didn't say it, but the motion was the same."

Hua Jiuyue was silent for a moment, then her shoulders relaxed, as if she had removed a layer of disguise.

The wound on her face began to heal at an extremely fast pace. The blood and grime receded from the edges to the center, like a scene playing in reverse. In the end, only a very shallow old mark remained, lying across her left cheekbone, like an old wound left a long time ago.

She didn't explain where the wound came from, and Shen Xingzhuo didn't ask either.