American Comics: I Died at the Hand of Thor, and Became a Rule-Based Ghost Story

The originally terrifying vengeful spirit Mary Shaw actually smiled at the air (that is, the omnipresent Sulin), and her tone became extremely gentle.

the words said.

This was even more surprising to Su Lin.

Then, her body gradually faded, turning into a cloud of black mist that floated in the air and disappeared.

of course.

all of these.

None of them could escape Su Lin's sight.

"What's going on? This malevolent spirit that previously hated me so much is now calling me master?"

"This attitude is like that of a maid."

Such a big change.

Even Su Lin.

I was a little slow to react.

Mary Shaw had previously looked at his face, which was filled with hatred.

He still remembers it clearly to this day.

How long has it been?

The woman's attitude changed drastically, as if she had forgotten her hatred.

and.

They even call their own master such a shameful title.

If the residents of that remote town knew about that respectful yet flirtatious tone, they would probably be spitting blood.

"But why do I still like it a little?"

Take a deep breath.

Su Lin's mind returned to a state of indifference.

It's a strange rule.

He can resist any temptation with ease!

then.

He looked again at the newly added third rule of supernatural tales and began to ponder it.

[Wasteland Rule #3: When you and Mary Shaw make eye contact, never scream!]

"Based on the description, this rule only takes effect if Mary Shaw appears in person."

"That's why the system resurrected this vengeful spirit."

"However, the system must have done something to this vengeful spirit when it resurrected her, which is why she looks like this now."

just.

Su Lin was a little confused.

Could Mary Shaw, in this state, still scare anyone?

"Host, she will only treat you this way."

"At other times, she remains the vicious and vengeful Mary Shaw!"

It turned out to be the case.

Su Lin nodded knowingly.

This is the third rule.

It can be considered a proactive rule in supernatural tales.

In this regard.

He was still quite satisfied.

Active rules offer more flexibility in implementation.

If he wanted someone to die, he only needed to send Mary Shaw to do it; an ordinary person definitely couldn't withstand such a terrifying vengeful spirit.

Master the three laws of ghost stories.

This greatly boosted Su Lin's confidence.

He began to look forward to Thor returning to this place and entering his realm of supernatural tales.

Until then.

He'll definitely let Thor know.

What is despair!

......

At this time.

Su Lin turned his attention to his domain of rules.

Although there is one more rule for ghost stories.

However, the scope of the rules has not been expanded.

It remains at 5.3 square kilometers.

but.

Su Lin, however, sensed that the power of the rule domain had increased by about three times compared to before.

At the same time, his mental state became increasingly clear.

"Now, I can exert greater and more sustained power!"

The word "empty" will no longer be used to describe Su Lin.

......

In a remote town.

As Mary Shaw becomes an evil spirit in the Surin Rules of Ghosts.

The residents of that cursed town.

Suddenly I felt a sense of relief.

as if.

It's as if some kind of restriction has been lifted.

"what happened?"

"Could it be that the evil spirit is the problem?"

"I feel like our curse has disappeared?"

One by one, the town's residents, filled with anticipation, stepped out of their homes to meet and chat with other residents.

When it is known that everyone has the same situation, it is not a coincidence or a hallucination.

Immediately, bursts of excited shouts rang out.

"Something must have happened to that evil spirit!"

"Yes, a powerful expert must have suppressed her, which is why our curse disappeared!"

"Great! I don't have to be afraid of Mary Shaw's gaze anymore!!"

The townspeople, freed from the curse.

They organized a meeting and celebrated on the spot.

but.

Just when they were having a great time.

In the sky.

Dozens of flames suddenly appeared.

"Hey, is that a shooting star?"

"A drunken black man said excitedly."

"Come on, let's make a wish together!"

He helped his companion up, put his hands together, and silently prayed.

The companion next to him.

I found something wrong.

The dozens of streaks of fire seemed to land around their location.

"not good!"