Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 27
The man's head began to melt.

Pus and blood flowed out from the seven orifices and flowed down the public telephone station, covering the entire telephone station in an instant.

There were bones that melted together with the flesh and blood, but those bones were no longer visible.

The pus and blood flowing under the image gradually turned black, and finally covered the ground. After emitting a scorched smell, white flames ignited on the surface of the black pus and blood.

The white flame is almost transparent and has no temperature - even a little snow in the public phone booth can't melt, let alone ignite the plastic public phone.

After waiting for a while, the black pus and blood completely burned without leaving any traces.

The man completely disappeared.

Chen Yan realized that this was the second death of the man.

The first time he was hit by a car in a high street toy store.

The second time in this small phone booth, it completely disappeared.

Chen Yan was sure that the man was dead, so he turned around and looked at the starting point of the road again.

The figures of the third uncle and others have already appeared, and the snowstorm has also blown up, and everything seems to have started again.

Chen Yan realized one thing——Lawrence hadn't confirmed his conjecture, the conjecture about [what kind of rules this space adapts to]——

Is it [Zoo's Rules] + [Vivian's Bloody Rules]?
Or simply [Vivienne's Tainted Blood Rules]?
Chen Yan realized that after knowing that he was not bound by the rules of the zoo, the former and the latter became the same.

In this space controlled by Vivienne's foul blood, [Vivienne's foul blood rule] has become the basic law.

He looked at Uncle San and the others who came to the bus platform again.

They were already very tired, panting and unable to straighten up.

Even if you are young and strong, it is not an easy task to bear such great psychological pressure in such a harsh environment and face all kinds of unknown and strange burdens.

What's more, the third uncle has already exhausted his body due to alcoholism, and he can't compare to a young man like William, or a missionary who doesn't even take a sip of alcohol.

Uncle San leaned against the wooden advertising board on the platform, and there was nothing on the advertising board.

"I can not make it."

The third uncle lowered his head, his physical strength was exhausted, he felt that his legs were numb, as if he would cramp at any time.

"Mr. Liang, maybe you can hold on a little longer. We have obviously seen the light."

The "dawn" of the missionaries does not mean the coming dawn.

He pointed to the blood on the ground.

Those bloodstains were covered up by the ever-increasing blizzard, and disappeared after only a few blinks of an eye.

"Look, Mr. Liang, there were no bloodstains just now, which means that the girl's injuries are starting to get serious. If we persist, we might drag her to death."

The third uncle chuckled twice: "This really doesn't seem like something a missionary can say."

The flesh between the missionary's chest and abdomen had been frozen black, which was muscle necrosis visible to the naked eye.

"She is not human, so she does not need the mercy of the gods. After her death, I will not sing hymns for her, and her soul will not be rested in peace."

The third uncle laughed even louder: "Why didn't you say that when you tricked those children into attending Mass?"

The missionary avoided talking: "Mr. Liang, it has nothing to do with words. God loves everyone."

He added, of course: "Except for heresy."

William watched the dispute between the two, and remembered some legends circulating on the street. He had never seen those things, so he couldn't be sure who was right and who was wrong.

"Don't pretend to be garlic."

The third uncle seemed to lose his mind because of despair.

"What happened to her was obviously [rot], you understand, you know what [rot] is, you know how and why it happens..."

The missionary roughly interrupted the third uncle's words in a solemn tone:
"If there is no blood of evil gods, how can mass and prayer corrupt people?

The little girl was a heretic herself, but the mass made her discovered by the eyes of God. "

"But even when dealing with heresy, God is merciful. He didn't punish her, but just allowed her to rot."

He read a tribute.

The third uncle didn't want to argue with the missionary anymore, so he glanced at his watch.

It's seven o'clock.

He looked up again at the sky.

It was seven o'clock, and the sky was still dark. The glimmer of light on the skyline was not even enough to illuminate a cloud, and only the street lamps above the ground provided some poor light.

"In the final analysis, it was your choral troupe who made the mess, and now you have tasted the bitter fruit because of it, ha, what an irony."

The third uncle glanced at the severely frostbited missionary's abdomen, laughed, then turned to William and said, "Can you still run?"

William's face was flushed, which was due to the increase in blood pressure caused by excessive exercise, and the white skin of the imperial people was prone to such symptoms after excessive exercise.

William nodded slightly.

He could run, but that was all he could do.

He doesn't know how long he can last, because he doesn't exercise, eats high-calorie food every day, and has a belly at a young age.

The third uncle clearly saw his embarrassment, and let out a low sneer.

"William, now, we have a chance, we don't need a chance to keep running."

William looked at Third Uncle.

These words also attracted the attention of missionaries.

"We knew before that there are rules in this ghost place, such as [no left turn]."

"The girl originally violated the [can't turn left] rule. As you have seen, her foot was bent at 90 degrees like a fracture."

William nodded, he had indeed seen that weird scene.

The third uncle went on to say: "Later, she turned into a monster, and the soles of her feet returned to normal—this in itself is not normal.

If you break the rules, you will be punished, but why hasn't she been punished? "

The third uncle looked at the missionary:
"Each type of tainted blood contains different rules.

But when Tainted Blood is in effect, anyone who violates its rules will be punished.

This magic stick understands this matter best. "

The preacher did not deny his words.

William tugged on his hood, trying to keep himself warmer, but it didn't help.

"Although her feet are back to normal, she must have been punished for breaking the rules - she suffered internal injuries!"

William and the missionary were stunned at the same time, and it took a few seconds before they realized the new words created by the third uncle.

"internal injury……"

Third Uncle stared at where the road came from, like a weak but still fierce vulture.

"Internal injuries can accumulate, and as long as she continues to break the rules, and continues to be punished for breaking the rules, she will become weaker - until we can kill her!"

"William!"

The third uncle looked at William with eyes that seemed to eat him up.

"Let's not run away! When she comes, guide her [turn left]!"

(End of this chapter)