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

This code of conduct, specially tailored for our guests, consistently emphasizes happiness.

A state other than "happiness" is not allowed here.

Does that mean that the people living here are always living with a smiling mask on?

Shen Xingzhuo fell silent, a rare occurrence for him.

Hypocritical people have a thousand kinds of smiles; how can she tell which one is the truth?

Also, when she came in, she saw a total of 4 people in the long hall, plus the dog-man she had encountered before, and the mysterious soul in her pocket...

Aside from one person who might be the owner, there are currently at least five guests in this hotel.

The guest guidelines start by saying that they are designed to ensure guests have a comfortable stay, but in the 11 guidelines, only one person, Jenny, is mentioned.

What about the others?

Are they unimportant NPCs, or hidden landmines in the ghost stories?

Shen Xingzhuo confirmed his guess almost instantly.

Because the complexity of S-class ghost stories lies not on the surface, but in the intricate web of their underlying logic.

The strange and eerie tales had set a huge trap for her from the very beginning.

She needs to switch between the identities of "human" and "pig" to determine whether the rules are effective in the current context.

Each time one switches their perception, they suffer mental pollution, just like when they drank the transformation potion.

Besides these, there is another fatal problem.

So what role does the pig play in this hotel?

She inevitably needs to connect her two identities.

Shen Xingzhuo gradually became excited.

Jenny noticed her happiness and pulled her to the table where she had been sitting, warmly pouring her a glass of bright red wine.

"The sweet cherry liqueur at the Thorn Inn is the best in the world, come on, you should try some!"

Jenny pushed her wine glass towards Shen Xingzhuo, her smile growing wider and wider.

"The rules didn't mention anything related to alcohol, and the glass Jenny was holding was spotless and hadn't been used before..."

Shen Xingzhuo only thought for a second before picking up his wine glass.

Upon tasting, the wine is rich in cherry aromas, with a subtle oaky finish.

Seeing her drink the glass of wine, Jenny's smile became even more genuine.

She introduced her friends to Shen Xingzhuo.

"This is Byron, the finest poet in our kingdom!"

Shen Xingzhuo looked over and saw a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looked somewhat thin.

Byron smiled modestly, "Don't listen to Jenny's nonsense, she sometimes exaggerates too much."

He nodded slightly. "My name is Byron, and I am just an ordinary bard."

Shen Xingzhu nodded to Byron and took note of Jenny's speaking style.

Jenny scratched her head and chuckled.

She pointed to the next person, "This little one is Lia. She's been staying with me temporarily."

Jenny approached Shen Xingzhuo mysteriously, "Liya's parents are an incredibly mysterious pair of chivalrous heroes! It's said they rob the rich to help the poor on rainy nights!"

Shen Xingzhuo cooperated by showing a surprised expression.

Jenny's expression turned very sad when she mentioned a hot red-haired woman in the corner.

"She's Charlotte, my former best friend..."

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open with tremendous force.

A flustered man ran out of the kitchen; he was wearing an apron and appeared to be a staff member of the hotel.

When he saw the grim scene outside, his face turned pale and he retreated repeatedly.

Shen Xingzhuo and Jenny looked over curiously, and a knight in armor walked in from outside with a sword.

He coldly surveyed the area before finally speaking respectfully to those outside, "Your Majesty, this inn may serve as a temporary resting place."

A haughty man wearing a crown slowly stepped in.

Jenny swiftly pulled Shen Xingzhu down to her knees, their knees making a dull thud.

Those watching the live broadcast on the sky screen couldn't help but smile when they saw this scene.

[Hahaha, Sister Shen really suffered here on this ghost story site.]

[Yeah, all the beatings I didn't get in the last ghost story are made up for here.]

[Haha, waiting for Sister Shen to slap me in the face online, it's so weird.]

[+10000!]

【I'll squat too!】

In the midst of the strange tale, Shen Xingzhuo secretly raised her eyes to observe the king as he entered.

Behind the king, several faceless guards carried in a huge coffin.

The man in the apron looked troubled, his lips trembling as if he wanted to stop him, but he didn't dare to utter a sound after seeing the king's cold profile.

It was a crystal coffin with extremely exquisite craftsmanship.

Through the crystal, one could see that the girl inside had hair as black as wood and lips as red as blood.

A fairy tale flashed through Shen Xingzhuo's mind.

The next second, the king's arrogant voice was heard.

"My princess, Snow White, has fallen into a deep sleep due to an accident. If you have the ability to awaken my daughter, I will reward you with 5000 gold coins!"

The king's scrutinizing gaze fell upon each and every one of them.

Those who couldn't withstand the pressure began to tremble...

Shen Xingzhuo's brain was working at lightning speed.

Snow, slumber, crystal coffin…

The pages of the fairy tale book in her memory began to turn, and she started to recall the story of Snow White—

The wicked queen discovers that Snow White has twice escaped her malicious attempts to kill her.

So, for the third time, she personally handed her daughter a poisoned apple.

Snow White was killed by a deadly poison, just as she had wished.

The dwarfs built her a crystal coffin.

wrong……

In the original story, the prince falls in love at first sight with Snow White, who is "dead." He touches the dwarves with his sincerity and takes the princess away.

Now, the princess is being protected by knights and the king.

As Shen Xingzhuo was rapidly piecing together the clues, the bard Byron, who had been silent beside her, suddenly murmured clearly and softly in that dreamlike tone:

"It was the trembling sound of destined blood dripping onto the sword's edge. What she waited for was never just a kiss... but to etch her sleeping name into the dawn..."

His voice wasn't loud, but it was enough to draw the king's attention.

"Do you have a way to save my Snow White?" the king's voice was majestic.

Byron jumped back like a startled rabbit, and pushed Shen Xingzhuo away.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

An androgynous voice clamored in her mind.

Shen Xingzhu frowned. 'Does this voice mean I have to kill Byron in front of everyone?'

Her heart was pounding in her chest.

Swallowing his nervousness, Shen Xingzhuo stepped forward and bowed to the king.

Jenny handed over paper and pen at the right moment.

Shen Xingzhu quickly wrote in a fairytale style on the yellowed paper: "Your Majesty, it would be wonderful if I could examine the princess's body."

The king scrutinized her, and after a moment, nodded almost imperceptibly.

Shen Xingzhuo immediately walked to the crystal coffin and reached out to open the princess's closed jaw.

There was nothing in the princess's mouth.

This snowflake did not fall asleep because of the poisoned apple.

Shen Xingzhuo gathered his spiritual energy at his fingertips and probed towards the princess's throat.

The moment she touched it, the scene before her eyes receded rapidly, revealing a meadow.

In the pasture, the sheep grazed freely until one of the goats suddenly raised its head and met her gaze.

Those were a pair of calm, expressionless horizontal pupils.

A sudden sharp pain shot through her mind, and Shen Xingzhuo's thoughts immediately returned to reality.

In Taoist thought, the horizontal pupils of a goat symbolize the innate purpose of life. By observing their subtleties, one can discern yin and yang, and directly access the essence of things…

"nature?"

Shen Xingzhuo remembered the fifth rule of the guest guideline—Don't believe in fairy tales!