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

With a creak, the wooden door was pulled open.

Jenny's red nose and tearful eyes appeared behind the door, instantly freezing Shen Xingzhuo's composed expression.

Oh my god, no...

Why are you crying so pitifully?

She suddenly realized that she had made a preconceived mistake.

After concluding that "everyone here is wearing a mask of pleasure," they forgot that beneath those masks, before they became monsters, they were also helpless victims.

Through Jenny's aura, she sensed her pain and despair.

Shen Xingzhuo's tentative opening remarks suddenly caught in his throat.

Byron was really that important to her.

Shen Xingzhu unconsciously clenched her fists.

Under normal circumstances, she could also summon Byron's spirit so that they could see him one last time.

But now it's in a ghost story...

Shen Xingzhuo froze instantly!

In the previous ghost story "My Sister Carrying a Doll," although the housekeeper and the gardener were also strange, she could still see their spirits at a glance.

But Byron was different!

She couldn't see his soul!

Shen Xingzhuo fell into deep thought, and the scenes after Byron's death appeared before her eyes frame by frame.

There was no sign of any spell concealing the soul.

So, did his soul disappear, or did he never have a soul at all?

Upon seeing Jenny's tearful eyes, Shen Xingzhuo subconsciously wiped away the tears from her face.

The edges of the purifying talisman rolled up, turning directly into grayish-white embers.

The sound of ghost stories suddenly rang out.

Congratulations to the Chosen One!

It dragged out the tone with a voice devoid of any emotion.

The talisman on Shen Xingzhuo's forehead burned away instantly, and the tears still wet on her hands almost instantly exacerbated the mental pollution on her.

Generally speaking, when the strange tales of the heavenly voice appear, they put this space-time into a safe vacuum state.

Objective time will pause.

However, factors that affect the chosen one's subjective state, such as mental pollution and emotional changes, are not within the scope of this manipulation.

Therefore, at this moment, Shen Xingzhuo's level of mental corruption has reached almost 200%!

Tianyin cruelly resumed her usual speaking speed.

[Congratulations to the chosen one for unlocking another hidden mission—Kill the Hollow Man!]

The chosen one must kill all the hollow figures before the entire ghost story reaches 95% completion.

If the task is completed successfully, you will be given one opportunity to ask a question.

[If the mission fails, the chosen one will be devoured by the hollow beings and declared dead!]

Shen Xingzhu bit her tongue hard, regaining a sliver of clarity.

She has a question she wants to ask!

Have these dog ghost stories no shame?!

"ah--!"

A thin but dazzling golden lightning bolt appeared out of thin air and struck Shen Xingzhuo precisely on the top of his head.

Shen Xingzhu trembled violently, but the feeling of having a blender installed in his mind disappeared.

【You're welcome.】

Helping the Chosen One is what I should do.

Shen Xingzhuo took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to punch someone.

Who thanked you?!

She could barely stand by holding onto the wall.

Looking up, I met Jenny's concerned gaze.

Are you alright?

Shen Xingzhuo gritted his teeth and shook his head.

[Can't the ghost stories come out and explain themselves?! What does it mean to slash our chosen ones like this?!]

[My Sister Shen is still too authoritative! But I strongly demand that the Alliance negotiate with the Strange Tales! Sister Shen's awesomeness is her ability, not a reason for her to be targeted!]

To be fair, Sister Shen is quite chivalrous; she was about to explode with anger, but after meeting Jenny's wet eyes, she insisted that she was fine.

She even wiped away Jenny's tears; I cried so hard.

Guan Shanyue smiled with satisfaction when she saw the comments expressing sympathy for Shen Xingzhuo.

But when her gaze fell upon Shen Xingzhuo in the sky, her eyes lowered, and she began to consider the possibility of demanding compensation.

They only have one Shen Xingzhuo, they can't afford to damage her.

In the sky.

Jenny was unaware that Shen Xingzhuo had pulled her into his arms.

She finally stopped sobbing and took out a small golden key, placing it in Shen Xingzhuo's palm.

"This is for you."

Jenny looked sincerely into her eyes.

"With this, you can go through any door you want."

Shen Xingzhuo's pupils dilated slightly, knowing that this might be some special prop belonging to Jenny, and he nodded solemnly.

Jenny burst out laughing.

"You don't need to be so formal. Just agree to one condition."

Jenny is a regular at the hotel. If she strikes up a conversation with you, please grant her the first three requests she makes.

But even without this rule, Shen Xingzhuo would have agreed to it.

Jenny gave a faint smile. "Then, please, kill me with your own hands."

Shen Xingzhuo's pupils dilated.

"Don't be surprised." Jenny gently grasped Shen Xingzhuo's arm, speaking softly, "Only by killing me can you replace me."

Just as Shen Xingzhuo was about to reply, he saw Liya's figure at the end of the corridor.

She was wearing a deep red dress and toying with that familiar pair of sheep's knuckles in her hand.

Shen Xingzhuo saw the goat's calm, unwavering horizontal pupils again, and deep within those pupils, he saw an endless sea of ​​blood!

When she came to her senses, the corridor was empty, with only the small gold key in her palm as proof of Jenny's presence.

Her room was number 205, which was right next door.

Shen Xingzhuo walked quickly back to her room and locked the door behind her.

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

He then drew an extremely complex talisman on himself to eliminate mental pollution.

She chanted incantations, and a protective golden light descended, gradually receding and disappearing into her body.

The abundance of spiritual energy is all thanks to the strange tale we just heard.

The power of lightning is inherently extremely yang and strong. Although being struck by lightning hurts, it also truly replenishes the spiritual energy within the body.

I wonder how furious the dog ghost story will be after it tries to steal a chicken but ends up losing more than it gains.

Shen Xingzhuo chuckled softly.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that she was struck by lightning shows that the ghost stories are not the unconscious "Way of Heaven".

It carries a strong sense of malice, as if it were toying with its prey.

But so what?

She believed that Guan Shanyue, outside of the ghost stories, would do everything in his power to win at the negotiating table!

Shen Xingzhuo snapped out of her thoughts and looked around the room in front of her.

There were still no windows, and the room had a very unsettling feel to it.

Although the furnishings looked simple, she could feel the "human touch" of someone who had once lived there.

Her gaze was drawn to the thorny bonsai on the table.

"hiss……"

Thorns, as if by some strange twist of fate, pierced her finger.

Bright red blood gushed out and dripped into the soil of the flowerpot.

Almost instantly, the thorns grew meanderingly and pierced straight into the dusty mirror beside them.

Shen Xingzhuo looked back and saw that the mirror had exploded into countless fragments, forming an illusion in the air!