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

"It seems this bullying is more like a conspiracy between teachers and students."

"But what's so special about Shen Xing? What trait does she possess that makes her a target of these people?"

Just as Shen Xingzhu was thinking, a spot of sunlight suddenly reflected onto her notebook.

Shen Xingzhuo subconsciously looked out the window—

Outside the second window of the classroom, there is a tall ginkgo tree.

The tree is lush and leafy, with some of its longer branches almost reaching into the classroom through the open window.

A very common wind chime hangs from this branch.

The light spots reflected on the laptop are formed by sunlight passing through the crystals on the wind chime.

"This...is probably not common, is it?"

The sun's rays fell precisely on the different strokes of the brush.

The white background of the paper made the light appear exceptionally strong.

Shen Xingzhuo felt a little dizzy, rubbed his eyes, and when he looked again, the strokes had turned into a line of real text.

"Awaken the people you trust; this is your only chance to leave here."

After silently repeating it twice in his mind, Shen Xingzhuo turned a page in his notebook without making a sound.

The September Flower on the podium is still spouting nonsense.

A crumpled piece of paper passed through the crowd and landed on Shen Xingzhuo's table.

Shen Xingzhuo felt a chill run down her spine.

"You can throw notes all you want, but can't you at least avoid doing it in front of the teacher? Shouldn't you at least wait until the teacher turns around?"

She mentally screamed in frustration.

The paper ball is green.

[Someone might pass you a note during class. If it's red, yellow, or green, you can open it and read it. If it's blue, orange, or purple, report it to the teacher immediately.]

This can be opened.

Shen Xingzhuo had stood on a lecture platform before when he went to universities to catch ghosts.

She knew that from a teacher's perspective, everything the students were doing was laid bare.

So they didn't even think about hiding it; instead, they unfolded the crumpled paper ball openly.

Don't believe it, or you will die.

"Another series of contradictory clues?"

Shen Xingzhuo felt an unprecedented fatigue.

One second the notebook gave her a clue to wake up someone she could trust, the next second it told her that believing would lead to death.

What does "death" refer to here?

The plan fell apart? Or... did he perish and his soul vanish?

After the fatigue subsided, Shen Xingzhuo felt her heart suddenly race, and the tension that followed made her hands ache.

Her hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and she drew shaky lines on the notebook.

……

[Look at Sister Shen, doesn't she look a lot like the Ouija board game that children used to play with in the Middle Ages?]

[A Ouija board? What's that? I knew it! The people of the ancient Tianxia Kingdom really could cultivate immortality!]

No, no, no, no, no, you've got it wrong.

[The Ouija board is a spirit summoned using paper and pen through incantations and rituals. In the past, people would recklessly play this game, asking questions.]

[So, if that's the case... Sister Shen wouldn't be unaware, would she?]

However, I felt that Sister Shen's behavior had been strange, I couldn't quite put my finger on it. This time, she didn't seem to be actively exploring anything.

……

In the sky.

Shen Xingzhu stared blankly at the chaotic strokes.

September Flower suddenly bent down, bending 360 degrees, and pressed her face against Shen Xingzhuo's face.

A stench assaulted my senses.

Shen Xingzhuo covered her nose and took half a meter back.

Then... she saw a bunch of grayish-brown, inexplicable substance, whether it was soil or insects, fall from Hua Jiuyue's hair.

"Hiss...this person...looks a bit dead."