I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Lu Yibei walked along the path pointed out by the old woman; it wound through old cottages like the tentacles of some kind of monster piercing through a ship. There were forks that broke into many different roads.

He could faintly hear music from a funeral, but he couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

He could smell the burning of paper money, but he couldn’t find the source either. Perhaps it was behind the doors of these creepy-looking cottages.

There were alleys that extended far away, and he couldn’t tell where they led.

If you are somebody curious, you will forget the old lady’s words and go down these alleys, and perhaps you’ll lose yourself in this tiny suburb.

I’m built differently, though. You could put the prettiest stripper down this alley, and I would still walk forward. I’m focused. Poised.

…

Ten minutes later, he found the slaughterhouse at the foot of a mountain.

The walls surrounding the slaughterhouse towered over him. Beyond the walls, he could only see the rusty iron roof of the slaughterhouse.

Briefly checking information about the slaughterhouse, this is not only a slaughterhouse for pigs but also a breeding ground for them.According to some news reports, the slaughterhouse seemed to employ special breeding tactics before being forcefully closed due to an urban legend incident. Before their closure, they were the winners of [Huacheng’s King of Pigs] every year.

Looking at it from a distance, he checked the time.

It was 14:24, but the sky seemed to darken inexplicably.

The strange thing was that the dark clouds seemed to only converge above the slaughterhouse. A little further away, the afternoon sun still blazed on.

Truly, this is a place that the Night Division could only seal away. You couldn’t explain this with science and coupled with its reputation… He shook his head and came to the high walls of the slaughterhouse.

He didn’t realise how tall the walls were—they were nearly four metres high, and their mere presence suffocated him.

He found that the courtyard wall was divided at a height of more than two meters, and the lower wall was more weathered compared to the top half.

The upper walls seemed to have been added at a later date.

What are they trying to hide?

Scrolling through his phone, one article caught his attention: four years ago, the slaughterhouse sent a spy to steal their technology, which caused a death.

However, there were no reports on this person’s death, as if they were trying to cover it up.

He briefly glanced at the slaughterhouse where he was going to hold the review, then took out his tools and went to work.

There is only one location where the seal needs to be reinforced. Once he replaces it, his task will be complete.

Just as Jiangli said: No urban legends. Not difficult.

At least, that’s what it seems on the surface.

According to the diagram of the seal given by the Night Division, he quickly found a locked manhole cover surrounded by withered weeds.

Taking out the key, he unlocked the manhole and pried it open. As he climbed down the ladder into the deep cellar, a stench of animal faeces wafted into his nostrils.

A dazzling silver light blinded him suddenly, but the owl badge slightly vibrated as it buzzed, returning the cellar to darkness.

It seemed that if he broke into this place without wearing the badge, you would be subdued. This really feels like I’m working for a secret society.

He remembered talking with Jumeng about combining the knowledge of science, engineering, and history to find a suitable career for him since these were the courses he focused on in university.

“Grave robbing,” she answered him.

He could remember Jumeng’s indifferent yet cute face. Smiling in his heart, he covered his mouth and nose with one hand and looked around in the darkness with his flashlight.

The dark cellar was tiny, and incomprehensible curses were etched onto the smooth stone walls. He could see dark-coloured earthen bags scattered around the room.

He fumbled through his coat and took out a black, double-stemmed lily. Holding it up with one hand, one lily bloomed a light blue while the other bloomed a light yellow.

Taking note of the lily’s colours, he took out a red envelope marked with a silver owl and compared it with the colour chart written on the envelope.

[Psychic Fluctuation Levels: D- to D+

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