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

He was clearly an extremely vicious and malevolent spirit.

However, after entering his domain of rules, his personality changed drastically.

Until now.

He didn't say a word.

Su Lin even had doubts.

Did she discover the existence of the rules of ghost stories?

At this moment, Su Lin suddenly realized that his consciousness had become somewhat weak.

"what happened?"

He couldn't help but ask the system.

"Host, as someone who has just become a legend of rules, you don't have much power to control."

"Excessive consumption can lead to mental weakness."

Am I feeling weak?

Su Lin remained silent.

He merely sent a gust of cold wind.

Less than three seconds...

"I'm so weak right now."

Realizing this, Su Lin did not try to be brave.

He glanced at Mary Shaw, who was within the rules' domain, and then simply made no move.

I've been observing them.

five minutes later.

Mary Shaw remained silent.

ten minutes later.

A hint of impatience was already showing on her face.

Twenty minutes later.

Mary Shaw had not sensed any power at all.

The body that had been lying down stood up again.

Thirty minutes later.

She stepped out of the bushes and began to boldly explore her surroundings.

Simultaneously.

She also took those dozens of dolls out of her pocket and sent them out to investigate the situation.

"Go, and report any unusual activity to me."

Mary Shaw addressed the dolls.

Su Lin, who was feeling drowsy, suddenly perked up and was filled with joy.

"finally!"

"This vengeful spirit has finally spoken!"

Wasteland Rule Two: No making any noise!

The words fell.

Mary Shaw's body suddenly froze on the spot.

His expression, his face, was filled with fear.

"No!"

"What...what kind of power is this?"

The power of the rules eroded towards Mary Shaw.

Despite being an incredibly powerful and ferocious vengeful spirit.

but.

Faced with the unsolvable power of supernatural rules.

They are no different from the previous people.

The power of the supernatural rules has corrupted her.

She couldn't stop it for even a second.

In fear, his body fell to the ground, flashing and becoming transparent.

The power of vengeful spirits that had accumulated within him for a hundred years.

Everything was absorbed by the rules of ghost stories.

At the same time, the scope of the rule domain is expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye!

Ten square meters!

100 square meters!

one kilometer!

Two kilometers...

Mary Shaw's death.

This expanded Su Lin's domain by a full 2.5 square kilometers.

It only stopped then.

although.

It is still a wasteland.

However, this much larger area is a significant improvement over the initial one.

Su Lin silently did some calculations.

now.

His domain of rules covers a full 4.5 square kilometers.

The power of the rules of the supernatural has also become much stronger.

A chilling wind swept through the area of ​​4.5 kilometers.

It lasted a full three minutes.

Su Lin then felt a bit mentally exhausted.

He couldn't help but look at the spot where Mary Shaw had disappeared, and murmured to himself.

"As my first pot of gold."

“I will always remember you, Ms. Mary Shaw.”

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Chapter 007: The Idea to Create a Ghost Story Handbook!

“I will always remember you, Ms. Mary Shaw.”

although.

Mary Shaw looked very fierce.

That face alone is enough to scare naughty kids to tears.

His eyes were also very malicious.

Those targeted by her might even scream involuntarily out of fear.

but.

Su Lin genuinely felt that way.

This evil spirit is really something.

At least.

She was really good to him.

At a time when he was just starting out and facing difficulties.

They traveled thousands of miles to come here, just to deliver themselves to his death.