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

Shen Xingzhuo was caught off guard and met the gaze of the person in the mirror.

Her lips curled up and down rapidly, forming a faint smile with a hint of detachment. She didn't speak to the maid, but instead walked towards her brother's room.

Shen Xingzhuo silently counted in her mind, "One, two, three..."

The servant she had left behind indeed moved.

He caught up with her in a few steps and presented her with a bouquet of white roses.

The maid forced a fawning smile. "Miss, these are flowers that the young master prepared for you."

Shen Xingzhuo raised an eyebrow, not expecting the white rose to appear so early, and in this way.

But she was very unhappy.

Receiving white roses in a ghost story gives me a strange feeling that I'm being visited at someone's grave by unfilial descendants.

No wonder my sister can't stand these things.

Shen Xingzhu chuckled and, under the watchful gaze of the maid, reached out and accepted the bouquet of flowers.

She took a gentle sniff, the scent of earth and dew filling her nostrils.

In just a second or two, the servant's smile vanished. Blood and tears streamed from his eyes, and his rotting flesh nourished his hair, which grew wildly like tentacles.

Blood-stained hair tried to tightly strangle Shen Xingzhuo's neck.

Unexpectedly, Shen Xingzhu swung her arm and lashed out with a thorny rose.

The thorns tore through the rotten flesh and blood sacs on his body, and dark red blood gushed out, staining the flower petals red.

My sister loves roses. If she sees white roses in the hallway, she must paint them red!

The rules say to paint it red, but they don't say what to use to paint it.

Just then, a famous line that flashed through her mind gave her an idea. Anyway, the servant opposite her was a monster, so losing a little blood wouldn't kill her.

Shen Xingzhuo looked at his work with satisfaction.

As for the rule that "the younger sister is very cultured," she believes that her action of fanning people with roses is absolutely smooth and elegant.

Elegance is the outward manifestation of cultivation; even if it's a supernatural tale, it doesn't mean she's wrong.

Shen Xingzhu carefully arranged the flowers in a vase.

I must say, the red roses added a touch of vibrancy to the corridor.

Shen Xingzhuo walked to the bottom of the stairs on the first floor and saw the garden outside through the glass door.

The garden was a riot of color, especially the clusters of spider lilies, their vibrant red hues like dazzling rubies.

Shen Xingzhuo seemed to be drawn to the door, her eyes momentarily glazed over, and she reached out to push it open.

【No! Star, calm down!】

I was still basking in the afterglow of the flowers and the slap, when suddenly, the Chosen One blatantly broke the rules?

To be honest, I really don't understand Sister Shen's way of doing things...

Am I the only one worried? Mom, I don't want to die!

The comments section was filled with worry for Shen Xingzhuo.

The gardener in the garden heard the door open and his head stiffly turned 180 degrees. His face was painted with a clown mask, and the huge gardening shears in his hand were opening and closing exaggeratedly.

"Click, click."

The flower heads rolled off the ground one by one.

Just as Shen Xingzhuo was about to push the glass door open completely, the butler appeared out of nowhere and gently grasped her wrist.

The icy touch stung Shen Xingzhuo's skin.

The butler's expression was serious. "Miss, the young master's treatment cannot be delayed."

Please don't waste your time on irrelevant matters!

Shen Xingzhuo smiled gently.

"Yes. It's just that the flowers in the garden are blooming so beautifully that I couldn't resist going to take a look."

Despite this, Shen Xingzhuo pulled back the leg she had stepped out with.

Earlier, when dealing with the servants, she had noticed the butler following her. She had done it on purpose; if the butler had come out to stop her, it would have proven that gold ingots could indeed buy conditional loyalty.

"The garden is yours... garden. You can look at it anytime."

"But let's go to the young master's place first."

As the housekeeper spoke, he reached out to help Shen Xingzhuo take the tray from her hands.

Shen Xingzhuo silently blocked his movement, thinking to herself, "Is he really trying to kill her at any moment?"

While reminding her that she was not allowed to enter the garden, he was also secretly setting a trap for her.

Rule one states, "You have a close relationship with your brother, and you care about him very much."

Since you care so much, how can you use someone else to prepare the items for your brother?

I'm afraid that if she just hands out a tray, the housekeeper will immediately kill her.

Sure enough, starting at Shen Shi (3-5 PM), all the ghosts began to appear.

There are only four servants in the house, and she has already run into three of them!

Butler, servant, gardener...

Only one carpenter remained missing.

However, as a cultivator, Shen Xingzhuo's five senses were much more acute. Ever since she arrived on the first floor, she had been faintly hearing the sound of "ping-pong balls" being struck.

It looks like someone is nailing something.

But the corridor she was in was separated from the lobby by a wall. Even if she noticed something, she could only hear some sounds.

Shen Xingzhuo continued walking forward, her eyes suddenly turning cold.

The number of portraits in the corridor is fixed. Whether there are more or fewer, please return the way you came immediately!

This rule is awful!

It says the number of portraits is fixed, but doesn't specify how many paintings there are.

How can she judge whether the quantity has increased or decreased?

If she misjudges the situation and continues forward, it will clearly violate the rules, and she will be mysteriously eliminated.

Shen Xingzhu stopped in her tracks. The reason she noticed something was wrong was because, as a Taoist priest, she would take on some feng shui consultation services.

So every time she goes to a new space, she inevitably develops an occupational habit and subconsciously observes the surrounding decoration and layout.

Shen Xingzhuo already possessed a camera-like memory, and she quickly realized that what she was seeing now was different from what she had seen through the little paper doll's eyes before!

The woman in the portrait that the little paper doll saw was smiling gently.

In the same painting, the woman's expression is one of terror...

No, it should be said that their deaths were horrific!

"Such heavy resentment!"

Shen Xingzhuo dared to say that if she weren't a Taoist priest, staying in such a place for too long would definitely corrupt her with a strange spirit.

Her surroundings began to change.

The corridor stretched endlessly in two directions, and no matter which way she went—forward or backward—both ends were plunged into endless darkness…

We'll have to wait and see...

Shen Xingzhuo could easily throw out a yellow talisman to break the illusion. But no matter what, the strange rules and supernatural phenomena were something completely new to her.

She didn't want to cause any irreparable damage because of her recklessness.

Anyway, she has enough ability to protect herself in ghost stories, so let's observe her for now.

Suddenly, Shen Xingzhuo's eyes lit up.

The house is decorated in a Southeast Asian style, with exquisitely carved wooden frames on the wall panels in the corridor.

It is the norm to hang paintings in carved frames, but now, the paintings have clearly been moved.

So the key point is not that the content of the paintings has changed, but that extra paintings have been strangely inserted!

The number of paintings has increased!

Shen Xingzhuo turned around without hesitation.

"Smack."

The light flickered, and the lights in the entire corridor went out instantly.

Shen Xingzhuo sensed that a ghost was emerging from the painting.

She tightened her grip on the tray, barely managing to resist the urge to immediately catch them all.

The carpet under Shen Xingzhuo's feet was no longer soft, but rather felt like stepping on a pile of minced meat. With each step, she felt a strong suction from the floor.

She felt as if she had fallen into a swamp full of flesh and blood, with creatures that looked like maggots or leeches crawling up her body.

Suddenly, fluorescent green handprints appeared on the ceiling. They were children's hands, densely covering the entire wall.

If you listen carefully, you can hear the rustling sound of fingernails scratching against the wooden board; although subtle, it cannot be ignored.

The eerie thing was deliberately blurring her senses, interfering with her vision, hearing, and touch.

As for her sense of smell, the stench of blood here assaulted her senses long ago, so she had long since given up on it.

The corridor is long, so walk straight and don't turn!

Shen Xingzhuo closed her eyes and gently exhaled.

How can she tell if she is walking in a straight line?