I open a supermarket with strange rules

Sun Wukong died, and each of the three Buddhas dropped a huge palm.

The Eighteen Arhats came forward and divided up his flesh and blood, and his bones were thrown into the mountains to feed the wild beasts.

Zhao Xiyue was confused. She tried to regain control of her body, but failed.

Jin Chanzi obtained a scripture made of human skin, covered with obscure patterns. The patterns contained a lot of information, and one glance at them gave one's scalp a ache.

But Zhao Xiyue is now a soul body, she has no head.

She looked at the first character, and a scene seemed to appear before her eyes.

I don’t know how long ago, the universe was not a universe, but a black, nameless fog.

This nameless fog has existed for who knows how many years. There is no concept of time and space here, as if it is between reality and nothingness.

Three beams of light pierced through the black fog.

So there was the universe, time and space, planets and life.

The picture disappeared. Zhao Xiyue was clearly a soul at this time, but she felt a tearing pain.

She recalled the scenes just now, and felt like her head was torn apart just by thinking about it.

Countless advanced knowledge flooded into my mind.

She felt like she couldn't hold on any longer, so she gritted her teeth and bought a bottle of forgetfulness potion from the mall.

The potion took effect and she discovered that she had lost a part of her memory.

When she tried to recall that memory, her soul felt as if it was being torn apart.

[Death value +999]

Zhao Xiyue looked at the empty medicine bottle in her hand with lingering fear. What on earth happened in that short period of less than three seconds? !

She didn't dare to think about it and quickly diverted her attention.

Outside, Jin Chanzi's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth were all filled with dark purple blood. His appearance had also changed, and his originally warm and soft human skin had become hard and strange.

Eyes grew out of the skin and stared at Jin Chanzi in unison, as if saying: We are watching you.

Jin Chanzi sat cross-legged for a long time and then opened his eyes.

In the main hall, a feast of flesh and blood has begun.

Countless captive humans were stripped naked and sent to the main hall.

Bright red blood flowed out from the crack in the door, staining the floor red.

They were celebrating that the world would finally belong to Him.

They were celebrating, celebrating that they had long thrown away such weak emotions as justice, mercy, goodness and sympathy, so that they could now sit high on the stage, drink human blood and eat human flesh.

More and more humans chose to succumb to the weirdness, and gradually, they had to compete for the chance to become weird.

Absurd and ridiculous.

But it did happen.

Over the years, Jin Chanzi, as the most capable lackey of the Buddha, has traveled to many places.

The Heavenly Palace has become a ruin. It is said that Nezha led a group of remnants and now they are hiding everywhere, trying to survive.

The underworld has become a paradise for all ghosts to enjoy themselves. They can take souls away whenever they want, and there are always people dying in the world for unknown reasons.

The human world should perhaps be called purgatory.

In a world full of weirdness, humans have become food and are kept in captivity like pigs and sheep.

Countless people killed their fathers, mothers, and children, abandoning all human feelings, just for the chance to become weird and leave this hell.

How ridiculous.

Zhao Xiyue seemed to have seen the future of the real world. If humans were defeated and the monsters invaded completely, the final scene would probably be like what is in front of her, right?

The existence of the Rule Tales, which is hated by countless people, actually provides humans with a chance to breathe.

The world of ghost stories still has the support of human bases such as the Ghost Story Management Bureau, the Foundation, and the City of Light, but this world has no power to resist.

Even Zhao Xiyue felt a little desperate. How could she turn the situation around?

During this time, she even saw two teams of trial participants who were pulled into this strange story. They either died quickly or knelt down to seek a glimmer of hope.

When Jin Chanzi returned to Lingshan again, he was holding two heads in his hands.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing.

The two of them were sent down the mountain by Sun Wukong that day, and they escaped the disaster and wandered away with Nezha.

But the world is now a strange place, and they were eventually unable to escape detection and were caught up by Jin Chanzi and killed on the spot.

It became Jin Chanzi's new achievement in climbing up.

The three Buddhas finally believed him.

That night, the Eighteen Arhats left, and the Future Buddha took out a scripture, his expression gradually became crazy, "This is the book of creation, only three people in the world have read it.

Now, you are the fourth one."

The Future Buddha placed the scripture in front of his forehead and worshiped devoutly, then handed it to Jin Chanzi, "Don't let Master down."

After saying this, he left the main hall.

Jin Chanzi looked normal, but Zhao Xiyue noticed that his body seemed to have stiffened and his hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Finally, I got this book.

Everything started with this book, and will naturally end with this book.

Jin Chanzi spat out a red stone from his body with a painful look on his face.

"The Seven Flavors True Fire that Laojun refined with his life can burn everything in the world." Jin Chanzi's face changed and became firm, "It can definitely burn this book!"

In order to get this book, Wukong died, Bajie and Wujing died, and so many people in heaven lost their lives.

So, it must be able to burn!

Jin Chanzi blew at the red stone, and the flame jumped. Sparks fell to the ground and directly ignited the floor.

He placed the red stone solemnly on the book.

As the fire burned raging, Jin Chanzi showed a look of joy on his face and finally couldn't help laughing.

As she laughed, tears dripped down her face.

Into the flames, onto the cover of the book.

The smile on Jin Chanzi’s face froze. Book...cover?

The flames went out and the book remained intact.

"This is the Book of Creation. It is naturally invulnerable to water and fire." The figure of the Future Buddha walked out of the darkness with a distorted face. "You have disappointed me so much."

He never left from beginning to end.