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

The rules are disappearing faster each time.

However, Shen Xingzhuo still managed to memorize all six rules using his photographic memory.

The second one looks the strangest; it's just a string of numbers followed by an ellipsis, as if it's not finished.

【3、3、、3、3、3、、1、3、1、、1、1、1、、1】

Numbers, commas, rhythm...

In her memory, among the fallen leaves that had just appeared in the pattern, there were several red leaves.

The pattern they follow is exactly the same as this string of numbers!

Shen Xingzhuo pondered, unconsciously muttering to himself, "A comma represents a space, 3 represents 111, and 1 is 1."

"MORSE?"

"Morse code?"

Shen Xingzhuo removed the red leaves from the memory that did not belong to this sequence, leaving five sets of numbers.

After conversion using Morse code, it becomes W, B, X, H, S.

"I don't like... no, I should say I dislike red?"

Shen Xingzhuo suddenly recalled the four rules that had appeared in the corridor earlier, and felt extremely disgusted by her brother's morbid desire for control.

He didn't care about his sister's thoughts, preferences, or anything else; he just wanted to have an absolutely obedient puppet.

Is this the truth of the story?

Shen Xingzhuo had a feeling that something was missing.

Her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the shimmering pond.

Just as I was about to investigate what was at the bottom of the pool, I remembered the fifth rule of the night patrol.

There is no pond in the garden. If you see a pond, do not stare at the water, and do not put your hand in the pond!

It was indeed difficult to retrieve the item with tools while blindfolded. Shen Xingzhu shook his head and took out a talisman pen from his sleeve.

She closed her eyes slightly, focused her energy in her dantian, and concentrated her spiritual energy at the tip of her brush, drawing a smooth rune.

It was a telekinetic talisman she created on the spot; it shouldn't have any side effects...

Shen Xingzhuo flicked his wrist, and the rune immediately took effect.

but……

A large water balloon was scooped up from the bottom of the pool.

Shen Xingzhuo quickly moved away to avoid being contaminated by the foul mud at the bottom of the pool.

She tiptoed to the side and picked up the mirror, which was encased in mud, with two fingers. The surrounding metal was rusted, and the mirror was covered with a layer of green algae.

Shen Xingzhu pursed her lips and looked at the calligraphy brush in her hand again...

I still can't bear to throw this pen away...

So she squatted down, tore a piece of cloth off her skirt, and carefully cleaned the mirror.

[Hmm? Why is Sister Shen suddenly so cute?]

I understand Sister Shen, that's just how we germaphobes are! Didn't you see that even when she squats down, her toes are still pointed?

Haha, shoes can get dirty, but only a little bit.

[Clothing: Has anyone fed me peanuts?]

Shen Xingzhuo looked at the clean mirror, which, like the mirror in the hallway before, had a small vortex forming on it.

But only a blurry red shadow flashed by, and then there was no more information.

Dark clouds obscured the moonlight.

Shen Xingzhuo's vision blurred as the gardener, holding enormous gardening shears, opened them towards her head.

"Snap!"

Shen Xingzhuo was unharmed.

She knew it was a phantom formed from obsession when she saw the gardener. But when she turned around, all the spider lilies behind her had fallen!

Tiny leaves sprouted from the flower stalk.

If you see leaves sprouting from the spider lily, please immediately move it into a greenhouse.

She narrowed her eyes, a mischievous smile spreading across her face. After aiming at the greenhouse, she gathered all the fallen flower heads into her arms and tossed them onto a nearby rock.

Then, she darted into the greenhouse and closed the transparent glass door.

A cold wind was blowing outside.

A soft sound, like small leather shoes tapping on stone slabs, came from the dimly lit path on the other side of the garden, growing louder as it approached.

Accompanied by a childish yet hollow humming, broken and intermittent, it was that familiar, chilling lullaby:

"Little sister...carrying a doll..."

"Walk into the garden...to see the flowers..."

"They're here."

Shen Xingzhuo took two steps back and saw the headless gardener sitting on the greenhouse bench.

The headless gardener staggered toward her, only to be thrown aside by her palm strike, and knelt on the ground, sobbing softly.

The crying was irritating.

After a while, the footsteps outside the door stopped.

Shen Xingzhu looked down and met the eyes of the little girl in red.

The two people are separated by a glass door.

She could see the little girl's face clearly; her fingers were made of wood, one of her legs was made of wood, and even half of her skull was made of wood.

But she is a "living, breathing" person.

She also noticed the little girl's hesitant expression and, unable to bear leaving her outside, reached out and opened the glass door.

"Little sister...carrying a doll..."

"Walk into the garden...to see the flowers..."

"Where's the doll? Where is the doll?"

The little girl stopped singing, looked at her, and had an extremely strange smile on her lips.

Shen Xingzhuo reached into his sleeve and then gently stroked the little girl's head.

"Isn't the doll right here?"

The little girl froze, and then large tears streamed down her face.

But she was laughing, and she rushed over and hugged Shen Xingzhuo.

The little girl was very strong, and Shen Xingzhuo felt his abdominal cavity being constricted again, with all his internal organs squeezed together.

But she didn't struggle; instead, she gently stroked her hair, one stroke at a time.

"Mother!"

"My little sister has found her mother!"

As the little girl spoke, dark red blood flowed from her mouth.

Shen Xingzhuo noticed that she had no tongue, but she seemed to feel no pain at all, only immersed in the joy of finding her mother.

【Ber? Although Sister Shen is indeed very gentle, how can a little girl randomly claim someone as her mother?!】

[Yeah, that's clearly my mom!]

[Enough already! Can't you stop worrying about Sister Shen just because she's strong?]

Why did Sister Shen suddenly lower her guard? The rules say she can't let the girl in red spot her.

However, look at that gardener, he's still crying.

[This is even scarier! The rules say, "Can we trust him...?" Is he using crying to hide his murderous intent?]

I think he's just a crybaby. Tell me, if he doesn't have a brain, how do he even shed tears?

The comments section is no longer like a headless fly.

Shen Xingzhuo gave them a sense of security, allowing them to temporarily lower their guard and actively think about the situation in the ghost story.

Although it wasn't very effective, it was certainly a good start.

And in ghost stories...

A look of grief crossed Shen Xingzhuo's eyes. She took several deep breaths before she could compose herself.

"Mommy's here, little sister, do you want to play together?"