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

The rain was pouring down, and Shen Xingzhuo got up and closed the window, which was rattling loudly in the wind.

She sensed that time was running out for her from this strange tale.

Shen Xingzhuo immediately sat down, took out yellow paper from his sleeve, and began to draw talismans with great concentration.

She took almost every photo in one go.

To outsiders, her movements appeared fluid and graceful, but only she knew that her hands were trembling slightly.

She hadn't closed her eyes for almost 24 hours. The extreme fatigue and the tight schedule made her spirit tremble.

It wasn't nervousness, but excitement.

After the three talismans were drawn, fine beads of sweat appeared on Shen Xingzhuo's forehead.

This wasn't her full strength; it just so happened that she had already consumed half of her spiritual energy when she activated the ghost-catching array before transmigrating, and the ghost story was set in a space almost completely isolated from spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy within her body only flows out and never in, preventing it from being repaired in time.

But that's enough.

Shen Xingzhu put away the talisman, pushed open the door, and walked straight into the dimly lit corridor.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

It was my brother wailing.

The heart-wrenching sound came from the far end of the first floor and echoed in the empty corridor.

[My brother is disabled in both legs, and he suffers especially badly on rainy nights, but he doesn't want anyone to see him. If you see or hear him crying out in pain, please turn away immediately! Do not respond! Do not look back!]

Shen Xingzhuo immediately turned around, feeling countless legs reaching out from both sides of the corridor, trying to trip her.

His physical skills honed over many years are not to be underestimated.

With just a few light leaps, she got off the floor that had tripped her.

However, there was no way forward for her.

The severed limbs behind him were still relentlessly pursuing him.

Shen Xingzhuo had retreated to her room, but the doorknob seemed to be welded shut, and no matter how she turned it, she couldn't open the door.

She sensed an increase in the number of strange occurrences in the ghost stories, indicating that she was getting closer to the truth.

So Shen Xing made up her mind and decided to give it a try.

She didn't stop, but instead rammed straight into the wall in front of her.

As expected, there was no impact sensation.

Shen Xingzhuo was standing in the corridor on the first floor leading to her brother's room.

The walls on both sides have changed.

Instead of those exquisite portrait paintings, the walls here are covered with mirrors that are the same size as Shen Xingzhuo.

In every mirror, Shen Xingzhuo's figure was clearly reflected at this moment.

However, the doll's image was not reflected in any of the mirrors.

If you see yourself in the mirror carrying a doll, immediately close your eyes! And silently say, "My little sister is so careless, she's lost the doll again."

Shen Xingzhuo immediately took out the little paper doll that Tongtong was possessing from his sleeve. Tongtong sat in Shen Xingzhuo's palm and tilted her head.

A gentle smile bloomed on Shen Xingzhuo's face as she tapped Tongtong's cheek with her fingertip.

"This time, my sister didn't lose the doll."

The mirror shattered into a spiderweb of fragments, and in every single shard, the younger sister's face was smiling.

The corridor was long, and Shen Xingzhuo carried the little paper doll Tongtong for a long time before the scene finally changed.

A huge figure blocked the doorway in front of the older brother. He kept his head down, and only after hearing footsteps did he raise it with a "click, click" sound.

It was the maid she had slapped with a rose during the day.

Shen Xingzhuo's eyes narrowed dangerously. 'So, she was turned into a puppet just like Tongtong?'

"No, his puppet-like behavior is even more severe than Tongtong's!"

When the maid saw Tongtong, she made a "ho ho" sound, but it was never quite right.

Shen Xingzhuo realized that his tongue had also been pulled out and replaced with wood.

He tried for a long time, and finally lowered his head again, using his clumsy fingers to open the door for Shen Xingzhuo.

Inside the door was not the brother's bedroom, which was filled with Southeast Asian style.

A strong smell of pine, varnish, and some indescribable musty grease wafted over.

This is a puppet-making workshop!

The room's layout was similar to the one Shen Xingzhuo had seen during the day, except that it was now dirty and messy.

Dozens of wooden puppet bodies of different sizes were suspended from the ceiling by transparent fishing lines; some had only torsos, some were headless, and some had limbs twisted at bizarre angles...

They spun slightly in the air, casting distorted and shifting shadows on the walls and floor under the light of the only low-hanging, dimly lit work lamp in the room.

"Knock knock knock..."

The dull sound of tapping hardwood seemed to appear out of nowhere from some corner of the room.

"hiss."

Tongtong's paper doll suddenly folded up in pain.

Shen Xingzhuo also felt phantom limb pain, as if her bones were being scraped, coming from all her joints. The pain was so real that she groaned instantly, and cold sweat poured down her forehead.

The next second, the only light in the room went out.

Shen Xingzhuo felt a sudden dizziness, and when she saw the light come on again, she was already lying on the carving platform in the middle.

Her body was immobilized, and she could only laboriously move her eyes to observe the strange changes around her.

The man beside the control panel looked at Shen Xingzhuo's face with an extremely critical gaze.

"The curve of the corners of my mouth is still not right..."

His tone turned somber. "Defective products don't deserve to live!"

He raised his carving knife high, and as he lowered it, a faint whooshing sound was heard as it smashed straight down toward Shen Xingzhuo's mouth!

[Sister Shen will beat him up! He's spouting nonsense, daring to call me, Sister Shen, a defective product!]

Where did this person come from?

[Isn't this the carpenter mentioned in the previous rules? I saw it mentioned in the rules released by the Huaxu team.]

[History buff? You don't read history books anymore?]

[Hehe (scratching head.jpg) I think it would be more meaningful to help Sister Shen analyze the rules.]

Well said! That's how it should be.

[Official account of the Zhuhua Alliance: The young comrade is right. Fighting the supernatural tales is not just the responsibility of our chosen ones alone; we should all work together to defend against the enemy!]

Wow, the official team is getting involved! My sister Shen is really impressive!

Guan Shanyue smiled behind the screen. This time, there were very few pessimistic comments in the barrage; instead, there was their trust in Shen Xingzhuo.

Shen Xingzhuo is the first chosen one to unite the hearts of the people of Tianxia, ​​and she deserves to be supported.

At the same time, in the ghost story, Shen Xingzhuo had already raised her hand to block the man's descending carving knife.

The man was clearly even more enraged. The air around him distorted, and the severed limbs of the wooden puppets on the ceiling fell to the ground one by one, reaching out to grab Shen Xingzhuo.

Shen Xingzhuo swiftly pulled out a wooden stick and, in a few quick movements, knocked the puppets to the ground.

"Have you had enough fun?" Shen Xingzhuo's voice was filled with undisguised disgust. "My dear brother."

A cold laugh escaped Shen Xingzhuo's throat, seemingly mocking the man's hypocrisy.