Rules of the Strange: Starting with the Weird Peppa Pig

Looking up, she saw Wu Xin walk in. Wu Yin lay back down on the bed and closed her eyes. It was obvious what she was about to say.

"elder brother……"

"No."

"I haven't said anything yet!"

Wu Xin was a little exasperated; her brother just kept rejecting her.

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. This world is a little different from our original world. We've already traveled to a parallel world."

"In short, entering that animation would be extremely dangerous."

"But don't worry, your brother will make sure you have an endless supply of snacks for the rest of your life. You just need to stay at home."

Wu Xin's face still showed worry.

"Although I can't be of much help, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Wuyin.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep now."

Wu Xin was still young, and he didn't want his younger sister to know the cruelty of the ghost story world yet, so he pretended to snore.

Wu Xin saw her brother pretending to snore, and although she was a little angry, she knew her brother's temper.

He would never say anything he didn't want to talk about, even if you killed him.

She turned and stormed out of the room.

Wuyin was so exhausted that she had no dreams all night, while Wuxin in another room lay awake in the darkness, seemingly lost in thought.

This was the best sleep Wuyin had ever had since she transmigrated to this parallel world.

For the next few days, he ate and drank as usual, enjoying the few moments of peace he had.

Soon, the third day arrived, and the blood-red giant hand in the sky reappeared.

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【The Ghost Story of Big-Eared TuTu, Difficulty: Super S-Rank.】

In the silence of the villa, a familiar stinging sensation came from between his brows, then he was enveloped in a ray of light and disappeared from the spot.

A giant hand in the sky tore a hole in the heavens, revealing the scene from this ghost story instance.

It's a light red residential building with lots of green plants in the community. The style is like a child's drawing, just like the previous instance.

The camera zooms in, and Wuyin appears in a blue children's room.

[The chosen one of the Dragon Kingdom this time is Wuyin, with the talent: F-level Luck.]

Welcome to the Big-Eared TuTu's Ghost Stories instance! You are playing as TuTu. Have a wonderful day!

The comments started scrolling.

"Finally, I see the God of Sound again! A day apart feels like three autumns! But what's her look this time? A big-eared kid with thinning hair? Hahaha!"

"Wait, what the heck is a Super S-rank dungeon? I thought S-rank was the ceiling, I didn't expect there to be a Super S-rank?"

"It's alright. We Sound Gods can easily handle S-rank dungeons, so super S-rank dungeons are no problem either."

"Those from other countries must be devastated, right? I remember if Wuyin hadn't cleared the S-rank ghost story in time, only one Chosen One from the Ugly Country would have barely survived."

……

Jack was then forced to enter the ghost story once again.

Upon hearing the super S-class ghost story, his palms became sweaty.

But the thought of his daughter in the hospital made him realize that if he died, she would surely be abandoned by those demons.

Jack clenched his fists, his eyes fixed intently as he searched the children's room for the rule slips.

In fact, most of the chosen ones from various countries, having learned from their experience with the last strange tale, began searching the room.

Only Wuyin went against the grain.

Wuyin already had a clue what was going on when she heard the name of the ghost story instance, but when she saw this familiar room, she felt it was so eerie that she could surrender with a score of 6.

The familiar green crib, the familiar little window and toy box, and the familiar...

Toys scattered all over the place.

Upon seeing this scene, Wuyin first picked up the toys on the ground and put them into the toy box.

This time, the comments section started to get agitated.

"What is he doing!"

"Wait, is this someone tidying up the room? Hurry up and find the rules, otherwise how will we deal with something supernatural if it happens?"

"Could you guys drink some loofah soup to cool down? We should trust the God of Sound, okay?"

"I don't think your country's chosen ones are as amazing as you say. They were just lucky in the last dungeon."

"Hey, what country are you from? Come on, let's have a real-life battle!"

……

After tidying up the room, Wuyin started making the bed and then arranged the shoes.

Even the person who had been advising others to drink the loofah soup was now somewhat unsettled.

This is seriously OCD acting up; he's tidying up his room!

Chapter 37 The Super S-Class Talent of the Cherry Blossom Country

Wuyin was unaware of the panic in the live chat. He only knew that if TuTu's mother, Zhang Xiaoli, came in and saw the room in such a mess, she would definitely get angry.

In the world of ghost stories, when a mother gets angry, the consequences are obvious—they're bound to be severe, and she might even lose her life.

So before looking for rules, he prioritized tidying up the room.

Ideally, you would discover patterns while tidying up your room.

If we don't find it, there's no rush to look for it later.

In short, the precaution was to prevent Zhang Xiaoli from suddenly coming in.

Some clever small countries, seeing that the Chosen Ones of the Dragon Kingdom were tidying up their rooms, immediately sent intelligence to their own Chosen Ones.

"Stop looking for rules, hurry up and tidy up the room, quick!"

The chosen ones from these small countries were completely bewildered, but they still followed their country's instructions and tidied up their rooms.

Their leaders weren't actually sure that the Dragon Kingdom's chosen ones were 100% right; they were also gambling on a miracle.

……

Seeing so many small countries following suit in cleaning their rooms, the leader of the Ugly Kingdom closed his eyes and chose not to release any intelligence.

After all, Jack's talent is still there, so even if he makes a mistake, he won't fail immediately. And if he can get a rule slip in return for his talent, it's worth it.

After all, in the world of ghost stories, you can't get anywhere without rules.

Actually, he hadn't expected Jack to win this ghost story.

As for his daughter...

Tsk, what a waste of medical resources.

If Jack fails, his daughter will be thrown out of the hospital.

……

Wuyin had tidied the room spotlessly, but there was no trace of any note.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Hu Tutu!"

Zhang Xiaoli's shouts could be heard from outside.

Wuyin felt a little nervous upon hearing this voice.

TuTu's mother usually only calls him by his full name when she is particularly angry.

He quickly went over and opened the door.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

A slender housewife stood outside the door, holding a spatula in her hand, seemingly having just cooked.

Zhang Xiaoli had short, purplish-red hair, a white tight-fitting top, and a bodycon skirt, just like Wuyin remembered.

At this moment, a raging fire was burning on her head.

Although no physical objects were burned, the temperature around Wuyin was steadily rising.

The heat scorched the silent skin, causing unbearable pain.

"Hu Tutu, didn't I tell you not to eat snacks before meals? Why did you sneak some ice cream again?"

Especially now, we must not panic.

If you think of yourself as TuTu, you'll never cross the line.

First, he must admit his mistake, even if he didn't eat the ice cream.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I was so hungry that I secretly ate some ice cream to fill my stomach, but I don't think ice cream tastes as good as your fried meatballs at all."

Wu Yin lowered her head, looking extremely guilty.

The temperature has dropped a bit; this trick worked.

He continued speaking.

"Mom, I eat ice cream because I have the energy to clean the room thoroughly."

Wuyin raised her head and looked at Zhang Xiaoli with sincere eyes. She moved slightly to the side so that Zhang Xiaoli could see the tidy room.

"Because I don't want my mom to work too hard on housework, I clean my own room."

The flames on Zhang Xiaoli's head also visibly diminished until they went out.