Xuan Youzi, a ghost cultivator of the Xuanyin Sect, cultivated for three hundred years before the righteous sects surrounded him and forced him to disintegrate his body.
The moment he opened his eyes, he found himself in a place called “Rules Horror.”
The ghost mother held out human flesh with a smile. “Son, time to eat.”
Xuan Youzi looked her over. “You female ghost have only sixty percent purity in your resentment. Have you picked a corpse-nurturing ground? Set up a Yin-gathering formation? What a waste of good material.”
The bus driver said, “Do not speak to the driver.”
Xuan Youzi pulled out a soul-calming bell made from a can tab. “Ding! Attention!”
The driver: “...”
The rules said, “Do not go outside at midnight.”
At exactly midnight, Xuan Youzi went out to practice breathing exercises. The Yin energy was strongest at that hour, making it the perfect time to cultivate.
The ghosts: “Are you here to clear the game or stock up on supplies?”
Later, the ultimate “it” of the strange world discovered that every ghost it sent had been collected by this demonic cultivator as an ingredient for his pills.
“It” was furious. “Delete this person!”
Xuan Youzi pulled out a talisman drawn on a sheet of homework paper. “Little one, that’s a lot of bluster. Your Yin energy is too impure to even serve as my cultivation furnace.”
“Wait, why are you running? Come back! This Daoist hasn’t had a good look at you yet!”
