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

Before the sandbags and bones fell, Shen Xingzhuo smoothly rolled over, presenting her snow-white belly to the air.

Contact with the dirty ground caused her to quickly develop a rash all over her body, and she gradually began to have difficulty breathing.

But she can't worry about that for now.

He gasped sharply, forcefully contracting his round belly to create a depression, and steadily caught the three falling bones.

"Click!"

A crisp sound exploded from inside her body.

The sudden and forceful compression of her abdomen caused her ribs to break and pierce her vulnerable internal organs.

A sharp pain shot through Shen Xingzhuo, and his limbs tensed, but the force on his stomach did not lessen at all.

At that moment, Richard seemed to have gained the upper hand in his consciousness.

He grinned, grabbed a cleaver, and approached her with a sinister smile.

But Shen Xingzhuo couldn't dodge it.

If you dodge, you'll knock off the sheep knuckles and sandbags on your belly.

Warm blood splattered on her face, and her eyes gradually lost focus.

The sky was fixed on her face, which was stained with blood and unrecognizable.

The comments section went completely irrational once again.

[Richard I******!]

[Another dead end! Another dead end! I've had enough!]

[Didn't Sister Shen have the props from the last round? Could she be alright?]

[Hmm...did you forget that Sister Shen used the prop on that Piaopiao? Theoretically, the prop has already been activated, so it can't be used again in this ghost story.]

Doesn't that mean... there's no hope...?

No way! We Chosen Ones are waiting to copy their homework!

[Don't rush, experience tells me to wait and see.]

Shen Xingzhuo's consciousness seemed to be pulled into a kaleidoscope.

Beautiful flowers bloom all around, yet the air is thick with deep malice.

She tried her best not to feel dizzy and focused her attention on one flower at a time.

It was still the same rose garden, but the roses had withered.

The withered flowers fell onto the dark brown mud and were crushed into it by a foot.

The little girl, dressed in tattered clothes, was forced to kneel, her face pressed against the foul-smelling flower.

She pursed her lips tightly, but the corners of her lips were still stained with dirty juice.

"Don't think that just because you married into the family and you're the only girl, you'll be treated like a princess!"

"I'm telling you, don't even think about it!"

"You're nothing but a dog! A pig!"

"You only deserve to eat this kind of stuff!"

The man kicked the little girl to the ground and then viciously twisted his foot into her lower abdomen.

"If you want to live a good life, you have to please me like your dad pleases my dad!"

"Otherwise, hmph!"

The man snorted coldly, slapped the girl across the face, and then turned and left.

The little girl sobbed as she tried to wipe the dirt off her face, but the more she wiped, the dirtier it became.

Gradually, her mouth protruded forward, turning into a pig's snout.

"Hmph—"

The view shifted, and it was being kept in a pigsty, spending its days wallowing in the mud.

The red-hot iron branded it with one vicious word after another, and the smell of burnt meat filled the air.

He sniffed hard.

smell good……

He swallowed hard, watching his outstretched hand about to touch the fragrant piece of roasted meat.

He had already felt the joy of eating meat, but was coldly and ruthlessly slapped away.

"Go back to the sewers and be a rat!"

"You dare steal meat from my house! Believe me or not, I'll have someone kill you!"

He flinched and slunk away from the street.

He hid in the stinking sewers, rummaging through the garbage to fill his stomach.

After taking the last bite of the dry, smelly bread, a fierce glint finally appeared in his eyes.

He wants everyone who has ever bullied him to die!

I want them to experience what I went through!

So he returned to the garden filled with painful memories and picked up the knife that had once been swung at him.

Shen Xingzhuo shuddered.

The visual impact is far more devastating than simply listening to a story.

Moreover, she practically experienced all of these things firsthand.

Shen Xingzhuo felt his hands trembling slightly. Before his throat was completely blocked, he stretched out his hoof and pushed the floating wooden puppet blocking him aside.

Richard stared at her menacingly.

But all that remained in Liya's eyes was fear.

Because she was too short, Shen Xingzhuo had to look up at the two "people".

"I saw our pain."

Both of them were taken aback.

"Richard, your days of wandering are over. You are safe now."

"And Liya, those nights that you could barely get through with fairy tales are over too."

Shen Xingzhuo turned her body to the outside and nodded.

"Look, the sun is slowly rising outside."

"Past is past."

She placed all the lamb knuckle bones in front of the two of them.

"These are the words we carved ourselves. It's all in the past now."

"So, you're not a mouse, nor a child who needs to rely on fantasy to get by."

"It's us," Shen Xingzhuo said firmly yet gently.

Our name is Chaoyang (Rising Sun).

The moment the words left his mouth, the hostility in Richard's eyes and the gloom in Liya's eyes receded like the tide.

The two transformed into a streak of light and surged toward Shen Xingzhuo's battered body.

A soft halo emanated from her body, her wounds healed rapidly, and her figure slowly grew longer in the dim light until it stopped at about 1.65 meters.

Shen Xingzhuo saw her golden hair reflected in the glass and smiled.

She succeeded.

The last bottle of transformation potion can be saved.

She turned to look at Piaopiao; the blood on the little wooden puppet had already congealed.

After all, it's still just a puppet doll. Even if it's anthropomorphized, the prop blood will eventually run dry.

With a mere thought, Shen Xingzhu shrunk the size of a palm.

She simply rinsed him in the sink, dried him with a rag, and tucked him into her waistband.

Outside the window, the first rays of dawn pierced the darkness of night.

And so the first sleepless night passed.

[The chosen one has reached a critical progress level in the ghost story "The Thorn Hotel's Sleepless Night." Please answer the questions about the merged personality.]

[If you answer correctly, you can unlock the level completion conditions.]

If you answer incorrectly, everything will be reset, and the difficulty will be increased to SSS level.

Shen Xingzhu sneered, knowing that Dog Tales wouldn't easily judge her mission progress.

She simply lowered her eyes, and a solution had already taken shape.

He tapped his fingertips very lightly at his side, transmitting Morse code to Guan Shanyue, who was watching the sky.

This was the method of delivery they had agreed upon beforehand.

Then, before his patience with the ghost story ran out, he slowly began to speak:

"Ask away."

The ghost story choked for a moment. This person was so boring, not giving any reaction at all.

A completely emotionless voice rang out.

[The first question: What is the true biological sex of this body? State your reasoning.]

Shen Xingzhuo found himself wanting to punch someone whenever he encountered this dog-like ghost story.

She clenched her fist, then put on a kind smile.

The moment the word "woman" almost slipped out of her mouth, the scene of the beating in Liya's memory suddenly crashed into her mind.

wrong!

She slowly raised her eyes and answered affirmatively:

"This body's biological sex is male!"