I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

In fact, Jiangli wanted to kill Bai Kai.

If she were to conduct a survey, everybody in the Night Division would unanimously vote to kill him, but it’s hard to catch somebody as speedy as him.

Sometimes, she wonders why he would ever pursue the path of extreme speed.

“You don’t need to worry too much about that,” Jiangli reassured. “We have ways to minimise the risk of rejection.”

“But there are still risks… Are there no runes that are easy and safe to use?”

“We do actually have zombies locked up in the basement. They have no cores, so I’ll just let them bite you. If you have talent, nothing will happen to you.”

“What about my abilities? The Night Division Records say that if I become a psychic user, I’ll obtain special abilities too!”

“You’ll become less intelligent.”

“No… I’m talking about abilities, not side effects.”

“I know what I’m saying—that is the zombies’ ability. Some say that they feel luckier after being bitten, but luck is subjective, so I personally think that it is a reduction in intelligence since they are unable to perceive properly. How about it? If you’d like, I can lead you down to the basement.”“I think I’ll settle for Ifrit’s runes.”

“You’re brave,” Jiangli said, patting him on the shoulder. “It’s good to be brave when you’re exposed to a world full of urban legends.”

He turned his head and looked at her, and he couldn’t help but feel bad for badmouthing Jiangli in his head earlier.

“I’ll hand Li Xuan his file,” she muttered. “You can stay here for a bit.”

After she left, he took the Night Division Records out of her shelf, and it started to flip open on its own. However, after ten seconds, it stopped flipping.

He was surprised to find that the pages were completely out of order. “Page 25? How could that be? I read about 20 pages last time, but…”

He attempted to flip back and found that the pages were simply skipped over, and it wasn’t even redacted from him like last time.

His eyes casually glanced over the contents of the skipped pages, and his pupils suddenly contracted slightly.

The contents of the pages were exactly what he heard from other people: Jumeng, Gu Qianqian, etc.

The Records had assumed that he had understood the contents by default and skipped over them.

A cold sweat dripped down his forehead, ‘Thank God I’m alone. If Jiangli noticed, I might get into trouble. If I obtained redacted information hidden without the proper clearance…’

He felt bothered by the fact and stopped reading after reading about two or three lines, waiting for Jiangli to come back.

In order to not be a suspect, he could only put the Night Division Records down.

In the endless depths of the hallways.

The door to this room was tiny, but upon entering, the ceiling of the room seemingly stretched into the infinite, obscured by dark shadows.

Old wooden boards creaked whenever you stepped on them, and there were countless bronze pipes lined up on the wall facing the door, densely packed together like sardines.

Surrounded by those bronze pipes, a hideous face with closed eyes rested in the centre of them.

Jiangli sat on a stone bench in front of the pipes, gently stroking the face’s eyes with both hands while injecting spiritual energy into it, recalling information about the goddess named Jumeng.

“An abnormal urban legend that has existed for over five thousand years… successor of a power belonging to an ancient god… owns a domain known as the Garden of Peaches… organiser of the Night of a Hundred Ghosts…”

As she muttered information about Jumeng, a strange gleam appeared where her hands touched her eyes, and her silver-white hair floated as if an invisible fan was blowing right in front of her.

The next moment, her consciousness seemed to have fallen into an endless torrent of information, and a gleaming copper ball carved with complex patterns appeared before her in her dreamscape. The copper balls exuded a strange, otherworldly force.

Her eyes swept across the vast number of copper balls, and she quickly locked on to one and pointed at it.

The dreamscape disappeared in an instant, and the copper pipes generated a low humming noise.

The hums soon grew louder, and the face opened its hideous eyes and opened its mouth, rolling a copper ball out of its tongue straight into Jiangli’s hands.

The pale-faced Jiangli hurriedly got up, bowed slightly towards the face, bid farewell to the largest psychic item of the Night Division, and limped out of the room.

Knock, knock.

“If it isn’t Jiangli,” Li Xuan smiled. “I didn’t expect you to come so soon. Done with Yibei’s class?”

“I don’t think that’s any of your business,” Jiangli replied coldly, handing the copper ball over. “I’ll be taking my leave.”

“Wait.”

“What is it? Please don’t tell me you want another file. You know the procedures—unless there is an emergency, each person is limited to one copper ball a day.”

“No… I need to tell you that there is something wrong, Yibei,” he leaned forward and whispered. “I don’t have enough evidence, but I advise not getting too close to him.”

“That’s what you told everyone when I first joined the Night Division. I know what you are.”

Li Xuan’s face drastically changed when he heard this: “You…”

His suspicions of both Jiangli and Lu Yibei skyrocketed; after all, she is somebody who came out of the Eclipse Society! So far, except for her, no one has been able to completely escape their control!

“I think you should worry about yourself instead of worrying about me. If that person finds out that you’ve been badmouthing him, I don’t think the Night Division’s salary is enough to cover replacing your tyres.”

Li Xuan’s smile faltered slightly when he remembered that his tires were repeatedly slashed by Bai Kai. When he came back to his senses, he found that Jiangli had already disappeared.

“Don’t get too close to him!” He yelled down the corridor. “Maybe you can get some clues from the Records!”

“Shut up!”

After finishing speaking, she quickened her pace, leaving Li Xuan alone in the corridor. He continued staring at her disappearing figure and clenched the copper ball until his fist turned white.