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

Thank me? What are you thanking me for this time?!

The mastermind behind the ghost stories is on the verge of collapse.

Every time this woman says something nice, it feels like it's doomed!

Do you really think that doing weird stuff means you don't have to follow any rules?

Its purpose is to inflict suffering on these interstellar people, to make them suffer unbearably, and to plunge them into endless sorrow!

Instead of accidentally helping them obtain the resources for evolution time and time again!

If this continues, the wielding ghost will feel he's becoming even more perverted, sending Shen Xingzhuo into even more terrifying ghost stories!

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Humans often say that killing someone is like killing their spirit.

It suddenly thought of a way to truly destroy Shen Xingzhuo!

Thinking this, it felt comfortable all over, and the disguised Heavenly Sound sounded much softer.

[Detection detected that the Chosen One, Shen Xingzhuo, harbors feelings of gratitude towards the bizarre!]

[The chosen one is requested to describe their feelings so that the supernatural tales can award them a reward.]

Shen Xingzhuo's confident smile froze on his face for a moment.

"Do you know what you're saying?" she couldn't help but ask.

You were the one who said you should be grateful to me.

The chosen ones, please confront your emotions directly and do not go back on your word.

Shen Xingzhuo narrowed his eyes. It seemed he had been driven mad by the shock?

Then she might as well add fuel to the fire.

"Yes." Her tone was light. "I want to thank you for protecting my children when I came to this timeline in the past."

"You deliberately froze time, which gave me the opportunity to explore the past. Otherwise..." she deliberately dragged out the last syllable, "I would still have to worry about the children, and I would be hesitant and restrained in doing things."

[Hahahaha, Sister Shen is so good at talking. If I were weird, I'd be furious by now, which would be a testament to my strong mental fortitude!]

[I thought it was a challenge, but it actually benefited the enemy? I'm about to laugh.]

[I couldn't understand the point of Sister Shen going back in time at first, but if it really does resolve Pei Jinyu's bad karma as Sister Shen said, that would be wonderful.]

But she still sowed the seeds of future trouble for her child...

The bonds between family members cannot be explained in a few words. If she had known that her actions would cause her child such a tragic fate, I believe she wouldn't have felt so sorry for Liu Jin.

Yes, hindsight is always 20/20...

[Let's not romanticize paths we haven't taken yet. I think what Sister Shen said means we're about to revert to Pei Yin's path.]

Shen Xingzhuo always had a faint smile on her face.

The surrounding yin energy gathered into thick black clouds, almost obscuring the sky.

The wind howled and rose.

A few grains of "ashes" at Shen Xingzhuo's feet were blown up, and then they covered her eyes like dust.

When a person dies unjustly, their soul may not dissipate; it may remain in the corpse or in an object, and this is called a stagnant soul.

Its energy is not ostentatious, its form is not manifest, yet its thoughts are not extinguished, thus it can be moved by things.

"The grudge of the living soul..."

Even without entering the Dao, one can sense the resentment that has gathered in this world because of the little maid's ashes.

"You must have suffered a lot in your life."

Shen Xingzhuo's eyes were filled with pity as she murmured softly.

A powerless and helpless maidservant, whose master is unkind and whose master's husband is lecherous and irresponsible.

She not only had to bear the condemnation of her own morality, but also the insults and gossip.

Not only that, even after death, she would be regarded as a vixen who seduced her master, bearing the infamy once again and never finding peace.

Shen Xingzhuo tightened her cuffs; as a woman herself, she couldn't truly remain indifferent.

She instinctively tried to draw her long sword, but the blade was too cold and too hard.

Lost in thought, she let out a heavy sigh.

"Old friend, let's see her off on her final journey together."

She placed her hand in the hidden compartment of her sleeve, and then solemnly took out the whisk that had accompanied her since childhood.

Since she arrived in this interstellar space, she has hardly ever taken out her whisk.

Firstly, it's to embody the characters in the ghost stories; secondly...

Shen Xingzhuo sighed again, looking at the whisk in her hand that gleamed with a lustrous jade-like light, revealing her own sharp edge.

The white strands of the whisk drew the Tai Chi symbol in the air.

A rapidly spinning Yin-Yang Bagua diagram slowly unfolded behind Shen Xingzhuo.

"By the Supreme Decree, your lonely soul may transcend. May you attain enlightenment and ascend to the heavens. So be it!"