I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

The clouds in the sky were dyed a fiery red by the scarlet sunset.

Feeling the dimming of the light, Jiangli turned off her mahjong game and grabbed her cane, walking out of her office.

As soon as she left her office, she saw An Qing giving orders to the special operations team. A permanent smile was etched onto her face, as if she had just won the lottery earlier today.

Jiangli waited until An Qing was finished giving orders to the team.

Clack, clack.

Jiangli walked towards An Qing, and the smile was still etched onto her face.

“Guess what I found today?” An Qing beamed.

“You did your job – dissecting an urban legend, retrieving important body parts, and storing them?” Jiang Li replied in a flat tone.

“I’ve given up on that for a long time, okay?” An Qing curled her lips. “I… found something better!”

“I met a good seedling today,” An Qing whispered. “I’m confident that she’ll come crawling to us in a while, and within a year of training, she’ll be strong enough to fill the vacant position we have.”“…that’s good. I just hope she doesn’t have an unreasonable godfather.”

While Jiangli was talking, An Qing noticed the small bag she carried with her. It had the design of a cartoon, yellow duck on it, but it was dirty.

“Mahjong parlor again?”

“Mm,” Jiangli nodded.

“The probability of meeting someone there is higher on a moonless night, but…”

“…have you considered that the bet appearing is purely based on chance?”

“…it’s always about luck,” Jiangli muttered.

After she spoke, she limped forward, and her figure disappeared into the setting sun.

“Ack—!”

Gray smoke dissolved in the air on the roof of Jingyi Apartment, making the dim sunlight appear blurry and dreamy, as if one is looking at the sunset through a vintage filter.

Lu Yibei half-kneeled on the ground, propping himself up with his hands and digging his fingertips into the ground. His blood seemed to boil, and familiar whispers licked at his eardrums, and his breath felt strangely cold once again.

At this moment, the sky began to darken, and the thin traces of the new moon emerged from the gap in the clouds.

Yibei moaned through the pain.

After getting used to the pain, he forced out the incantation.

“…there is a mountain, and there is a woman…”

Lu Yibei chanted repeatedly, but the pain in his body continued. Through the thick, black smoke, he saw that his hands were shrinking uncontrollably.

After a long time, when the sky was completely plunged into darkness, a loud curse could be heard from an apartment’s rooftop.

“Fuck! Fuuuuuck! Why did I transform?”

Looking at her petite, little hands, the expressionless Lu Yibei could tell that a disappointed frown was plastered on her face.

She originally thought that the girl in her dream told her that she wouldn’t be able to control her transformation if she was hungry, but it seemed that she wouldn’t be able to control her transformation regardless under the period of moonless nights.

Lu Yibei felt depressed.

Because her newly purchased mobile phone melted into a goo once again.

Huacheng University of Technology, in Ma Zhen’s laboratory.

Professor Ma held a seminar briefing his students about his new research project. After dividing the tasks, Ma Zhen engrossed himself in his work.

The light outside the window was a bit dim, and the pale light illuminated the round table in the seminar room.

After staring at the suitcase on the table for a while, Professor Ma got up and walked towards the experiment area with the suitcase in his arms.

Gently opening the suitcase with a pair of gloves, dark, yellow bamboo scrolls revealed themselves within the suitcase.

A faint fragrance emanated from the bamboo scrolls.

Carefully taking the bamboo scrolls out, he sterilised them and laid them out one by one, careful not to tear or damage the scrolls in any way.

This boring and delicate work lasted for more than three hours.

At eight o’clock in the evening, Ma Zhen tiredly walked towards the storage room, with the carefully processed bamboo scrolls in his hand.

After storing the bamboo scrolls, he turned off the light in the storage room, but the bamboo scrolls emanated a dim, blue light in the darkness.

The moment he saw the blue light, his mind was instantly emptied, and white flooded his mind.

A few seconds later, Professor Ma came back to his senses and frowned slightly as he looked at the bamboo slips in the dark.

“I’m getting old…”

Talking to himself, Professor Ma locked the door of the storage room and left the research room.

Night time. Lu Yibei’s residence.

She laid peacefully on her bed, staring out the window.

Perhaps it was because she overworked herself the past few days, but soon, she was fast asleep.

In the dream, she woke up, finding herself back on the roof where she met the girl.

Shouts and calls could be heard from the dilapidated city beneath her.

Among the chaotic calls and cries for help, a young girl’s voice, strangely reminiscent of Du Sixian’s voice, could be heard calling out for her.

“Mistress, where are you?”

“Mistress… what do I do when I’m haunted by ghosts?”

Yibei’s heart burst into anger – she could finally rest after several grueling nights, but was forced to endure Du Sixian’s cries even in her sleep.

“What are you shouting for? Don’t come looking for me – go look for the Night Division!”

Her voice echoed in the empty city, and her echoes only stopped after a long time.

That night, several Night Divisions across the country received mysterious, anonymous letters. The contents of the letters were phrased like children asking Santa Claus for gifts, except that their wishes were all related to urban legends.

In the dark apartment, little apparitions gathered around Lu Yibei’s coffee table.

A terrifying surge of energy washed over the living room, and all of them couldn’t help but tremble in fear as they glanced at the staircase.

Immediately after, they heard Yibei’s voice echoing from her dream.

“…look for the Night Division…”

“…t-the Night Division? What is she trying to do?” the nightgown whispered.

“Is she meeting them?” the wig trembled.

“She’s going to fight them!” the eyeball perked up. “I have long been displeased with those people! Let her fight them!”

“…maybe she wants to dive in and hand herself in…” the dentures sighed.

All the apparitions discussed amongst themselves, but one thing’s for sure…

…messing around with the Night Division? The Witch in their house is not somebody to play around with!