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

As soon as Shen Xingzhuo turned around, the mask on her face automatically turned into powder.

She rushed into the girls' dormitory building and saw the clock in the stairwell pointing to 8:50.

Shen Xingzhuo turned around and saw the still bright sunset outside through the glass of the building door.

"It's 8:50, and the sun hasn't set yet?"

Are there latitude and longitude coordinates in ghost stories? Or... are the sunset and time just illusions?

Shen Xingzhu subconsciously thought of common sense, but almost immediately dismissed the idea.

Ghost tales are inherently illusory, so she believes even more that sunsets and time are illusions.

Shen Xingzhu quickened his pace, and between the stairs and the elevator, he ultimately chose to climb the stairs.

"If this happens again, next time we should check what's in the elevator."

With that thought in mind, she skillfully used her footwork and quickly reached the fourth floor.

There were no unexpected problems this time.

Shen Xingzhuo quickly walked to the dormitory door.

Seeing that the bloodstains by the door had been cleaned up, she suddenly gave a helpless smile.

She and Hua Jiuyue left the dormitory in the morning to clean up the dirt at the door, but they ended up getting separated after going around in circles.

With her smile fading, Shen Xingzhuo walked into room 404.

The expected blame did not come.

The girls, including Liu Ying, sat in their seats, mechanically flipping through their books, just like the night before.

Shen Xingzhuo observed the expressions on the girls' faces and noticed that the muscles in their faces were trembling slightly.

She squinted, sat down in her seat, and opened Shen Xing's diary.

Today, sunny turning cloudy then sunny again; mood: mixed.

Following Shen Xing's habit, Shen Xingzhuo wrote the following line in his diary.

She wasn't sure of the date, so she simply wrote "today".

Does anyone know what happened?

I guess... Sister Shen wants to organize the clues by writing them down.

But isn't that too risky? Written things are most easily used as evidence by others.

[It's possible, but Sister Shen has already thought of this before us. You see, Sister Shen is deliberately imitating Shen Xing's handwriting habits. When Shen Xing writes a horizontal stroke with a hook, he usually draws an arc directly. I've observed Sister Shen's handwriting before; her own characters are noticeably sharper.]

[That's really true! But even so, aren't written clues still evidence?]

Wait, wait, wait! Who said Sister Shen wrote a clue? (laughing and crying emoji)

……

The screen gave a close-up of the notebook in Shen Xingzhuo's hand.

Then she switched to a red ballpoint pen and vividly drew the splattered blood.

In the end, the pig died and was served on the dinner table.

Everyone at the table was wearing a mask, but without exception, the expressions on their masks all conveyed a sense of enjoyment.

Shen Xingzhuo looked at his painting with satisfaction and even wrote a line of words on the side.

[The pigs are fattened up so they're ready to be eaten. What's today's feast?]

As Shen Xingzhuo closed the pen cap, the clock struck the hour.

She slammed the diary shut and put it in the drawer.

Liu Ying suddenly looked up, about to say something, when she saw that Shen Xingzhuo had already lifted the covers and was lying on the bed.

"you……"

Shen Xingzhuo closed her eyes and turned over.

A firefly's whisper came from behind, "Why didn't you tell us?"

Shen Xingzhu buried her face in the blanket and pouted.

Although I felt tired, my brain was still rationally analyzing the fireflies' actions—

"I just saw a slight twitching in the muscles of their faces, but yesterday..."