Rules of the Strange: Starting with the Weird Peppa Pig

The dean opened his mouth, seemingly trying to get back into his old way of speaking, but he still spoke somewhat haltingly.

"Just...just now"

"What just happened?"

Wuyin seemed somewhat anxious.

"Seed...escape...!"

The dean's face turned red as he managed to utter those words, but his voice abruptly stopped there.

……

"Pfft!"

"Gudong!"

After the sound of a knife tip piercing flesh, there was a sound of a heavy, round object falling to the ground.

Before anyone could see what was happening, a column of red blood splattered onto the ceiling.

The spurting blood created a terrifying atmosphere in the room.

Warm blood splattered on Wuyin's face and arms. He looked at the tragically dead dean, and his ears began to ring.

"Why...why is this happening..."

The dean they had gone to so much trouble to save was killed before he could even say a few words.

Li Fan and Wu Xin, who were standing at a distance, were the first to come to their senses.

They looked at the man who had appeared at the foot of the bed, and had already identified him as the murderer.

In the blink of an eye, the man named Ye Sen appeared here and cut off the dean's head with a knife.

Li Fan stepped forward, shielding Wu Xin behind him, and stared intently at the blood-covered man.

Although he looks exactly like his older brother, it's impossible to like him no matter what.

"That Mr. Ye, right?"

"You yourself said you'd give my older brother all day to unravel the secrets of the orphanage, and it's not past midnight yet! Are you going back on your word?"

"Oh?"

At this moment, Yomori took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his blood-stained fingers.

After the handkerchief was stained with patches of red, it was thrown at the ground.

He found this person very interesting and a mischievous thought arose in his mind.

Before he could even speak, a cold scalpel flew across his neck.

Ye Sen's eyes sharpened, and he subtly shifted his body, narrowly avoiding the fatal attack of the scalpel.

However, there was a slightly bleeding wound on the skin of her neck.

His brow furrowed for a moment, but he quickly regained his nonchalant expression.

Ye Sen turned his head to look at the man who had just thrown the knife at him. He was silent, but his eyes were full of mockery.

"Heh, so all you can do is sneak attacks?"

There was no emotion left in Wuyin's eyes, only a cold killing intent.

He realized that everything had been a trick on him!

This man had no intention of letting him uncover the secrets of the orphanage.

Wuyin conjured a scalpel in her palm and, without any hesitation, aimed the tip at Yesen's throat and stabbed it forcefully.

Since the other party's promise to give him a day was false, it means that everything he said before was most likely false.

Uncovering the orphanage's secrets will prevent him from passing the level smoothly, but if he doesn't uncover the orphanage's secrets, he will only face death.

From the moment he entered this ghost story instance and was caught in an endless cycle of death, he should have known that this ghost story was a complete scam, a deadly trap set up by the ghost story specifically to hunt him down!

Ye Sen watched the blade tip approaching indifferently, neither dodging nor showing any fear.

He curled his lips slightly, revealing a mocking smile.

"Move, freeze space!"

The moment the words were spoken softly, the entire room fell silent.

Chapter 250 Luck, Don't Let Him Die

The silent scalpel was already pressed against Yomori's throat.

The tip of the knife remained fixed in place, without moving forward an inch.

It's as if there's an invisible, hard object in front of Yomori's throat, impossible to pierce.

Ye Sen tilted his head, looking at Wu Yin with a hint of mockery, seemingly anticipating his next reaction.

Wuyin frowned as she looked at Yesen, and decisively increased the force in her hand.

The veins on his arm bulged, but the scalpel remained firmly in place, unable to move an inch.

Not only that, but his entire body was completely immobile, as if the surrounding air was an unshakeable weight.

Wuyin gritted her teeth, staring intently at Yesen, who was wearing a mocking smile.

Yoshin gracefully extended a hand and gently placed it on the silent scalpel blade. With a slight exertion, he deflected the scalpel to the side.

The scalpel that Wuyin couldn't budge even with all her might just now felt as light as cotton in Yesen's hands.

"Young man, don't get so angry!"

Yomori wasn't angry; instead, he continued speaking with a smile.

"Perhaps you've misunderstood something, or maybe I've been too lenient with you before."

I didn't attack you at all, only because I pitied you little insects, but that doesn't mean I didn't...

Before Ye Sen could finish speaking, the corners of his lips couldn't help but continue to turn up in a sickly smile, as if he was increasingly looking forward to what was to come.

He paused, then continued, adding word by word.

"Counterattack ability, huh?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone else in the room stared intently at Wuyin, their expressions all remarkably identical.

His face was deathly pale, and his eyes were vacant.

Their lips were moving slightly, but they didn't say anything.

While looking at others' reactions with a strange expression, Wuyin suddenly felt something strange flowing out of her abdomen.

A very bad feeling welled up inside me.

Wuyin seemed to have guessed something, and her face turned pale.

He slowly lowered his head and looked down at his abdomen.

When he saw the image of his abdomen, his mind went blank, and he was completely unable to think.

Suddenly, a bloody hole appeared in his abdomen, about the size of a fist, from which blood was gushing out continuously. Even his internal organs and intestines were flowing out of the hole due to gravity.

A sharp, intense pain swept through my entire body.

Wu Yin felt as if all her internal organs were being tightly twisted together, as if she were being slowly tortured.

He wanted to curl up in pain, but his body was completely immobile, and he could only watch helplessly as his intestines fell downwards section by section due to gravity.

The pain made him clench his teeth uncontrollably, but his mouth was filled with a metallic, metallic taste.

Blood slowly dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Wuyin's pain nerves were concentrated in his abdomen, and he could no longer feel any sensation anywhere else.

He could only guess that the metallic taste in his mouth was because he had bitten his tongue or the oral mucosa, so he had to keep his mouth slightly open.

If it weren't for the fact that his physique had been strengthened by the previous attempts to conquer the strange tales, he would have fainted long ago.

But at this moment, he only felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred and his vision becoming darker and darker.

Wuyin stared at the man in front of her with her last remaining gaze.

He realized that Ye Sen was right.

Compared to him, the strength of the crowd was indeed as weak as an ant.

He must have punched himself in the abdomen, but because he was so fast, so fast that it was impossible to see with the naked eye, he was not thrown away by the powerful force, but was instead pierced through.

As Wuyin's consciousness was about to plunge into darkness, she felt extremely unwilling.

This person... no, this monster can not only freeze everyone in place, but also possesses unimaginable speed and strength. No chosen one could possibly be his match.

So, the ending of the ghost story was predetermined, right?

Perhaps all of this is just a tool for amusement used by some higher intelligent life form.

Fate played a cruel joke on him.

He didn't want to keep playing along.

"Yun, don't let him die."

A light, airy voice drifted closer and reached Wuyin's ears, instantly rousing his almost dormant consciousness.

A strange energy surged into Wuyin's mind, and his vision gradually cleared, but the excruciating pain in his abdomen continued to tug at his nerves.

But this is not a good thing.

His body was enduring devastating pain, but his mind was perfectly clear.

He could only watch helplessly as his internal organs writhed and his intestines were torn apart, a living hell.

Silent eyes slowly moved toward the dean's head on the ground.

The dean's eyes were still open, and his face was full of old wrinkles, but Wuyin saw a sense of sympathy in this terrifying head.

The dean back then must have been tormented in the same way, feeling like an ant.

After calming herself down, Wuyin's eyes became firm.