I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Tang City.

An ancient city wall, stretching for miles, enclosed the central area of this thousand-year-old city. In this central area, an arrow tower stood tall, imposing and formidable.

Behind the arrow tower trailed a winding ancient street. This street, regardless of peak or off-season, rain or shine, was always a hub of delicious food and crowded with tourists.

Radiating outwards from the ancient street were large swathes of old buildings, including ancient shops, courtyard houses from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and low-rise red brick buildings built decades ago.

Between these architectural clusters, permeated with the breath of time, it was like a giant maze. Inside, old, withered branches leaned against mottled walls, old men sat or leaned under trees playing chess, children ran around playing, and various shops were determined to squeeze onto the street.

The clang of hammers came from a hundred-year-old blacksmith shop, people came and went from the dumpling shop, and from afar, two shouts from a fruit and vegetable store attracted a crowd of citizens buying groceries.

As the saying goes, 'The truly great recluse hides in the city'.

If someone wanted to find a hiding place around Tang City, the best location would definitely not be a secluded valley like Taoyuan, but this mixed and densely populated architectural cluster.

In one corner of the architectural cluster was a very small shop, with a faded sign hanging high above. One could faintly make out the words 'Pawn Shop' written on it.

It was called a pawn shop, but in reality, no one had pawned anything here for a long time.

Inside the shop, the space of over ten square meters was divided into two halves. One half displayed various oddly shaped porcelain, calligraphy and paintings, ancient books and coins, but an expert could tell at a glance that they were all modern, flawed replicas.

The other half displayed eggs, fruits, snacks, toys, and even offered mobile phone screen protectors and home locksmith services.

Behind the checkout counter sat a thin middle-aged man with small, green-bean-like eyes hidden behind glasses as thick as the bottom of beer bottles, and a heartbreakingly receding hairline.

Neighbors living nearby all called him Tan the Wealthy, reportedly because his ancestors were among the richest people on this street, owning many rice shops, salt shops, and pawn shops.

Later, the family fortunes declined, and now, by the time it reached Tan the Wealthy, only this pawn shop remained, forcing him to usually sell fake goods, snacks, and toys, and occasionally helping people appraise cultural relics for some extra income.

However, those were jobs that depended on luck, and the income was not stable.

After noon, the afternoon sun was warm and gentle in the wind, and Tan the Wealthy, huddled in his cotton coat, was dozing off.

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door, and a hunched little Old man hurriedly walked in.

Tan the Wealthy lifted his eyelids to glance at the little Old man, then slowly closed them again, as if he hadn't noticed his presence, letting him walk straight towards the back of the shop.

Rounding the shelves, lifting the curtain, and ascending a creaking wooden ladder led to a small attic.

At this moment, the attic curtains were tightly drawn, the light was dim, and in the corner on an old, antique wooden bed, a small girl was sleeping soundly. She looked about seven or eight years old, with skin as white and luminous as jade, and long dark green hair like a waterfall, trailing onto the floor.

Hearing footsteps coming from the direction of the stairs, the girl's eyes snapped open, and a chilling killing intent, not belonging to her age, flashed in her eyes.

"Boss, it's me."

The little Old man said in a low voice, and the girl's eyes softened. She sighed softly, "It's Turtle Elder. You startled me. Quick, did you find the things for me?"

"..."

Turtle Elder hesitated, then took out three items from his bag and handed them to the girl.

"They're all here. It's a good thing they didn't pay much attention to Chunfeng Residence, otherwise it would have been really difficult to get them out for you."

Yes, who would have thought that this Ju Meng, whose lair had been overturned, whose grave had been dug up, and whose "corpse" had been kidnapped, would immediately think of retrieving the game console, pipe, and the back scratcher she had carried for years from Chunfeng Residence.

After taking the items from Turtle Elder and carefully checking them, Ju Meng tilted her head to look at him. Seeing his anxious and worried expression, she slightly furrowed her brow, sat up cross-legged, and said earnestly, "Turtle Elder, can you be happier? I'm still alive, aren't I?"

"The situation now is much better than that time a hundred years ago, when someone almost blew up the tree with a single shot, right?"

Looking at Ju Meng's open-minded appearance, Turtle Elder didn't know whether to be happy or angry, and his lips were slightly parted, unable to speak for a long time.

But, this time the situation is different from last time, that guy is back! Turtle Elder muttered inwardly.

After playing with the game console for a while, Ju ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) Meng raised her eyebrows and asked casually, "Oh, by the way, Turtle Elder, how is the situation over at Taoyuan? Did you find out?"

Finally, we're getting to the important stuff... Turtle Elder muttered to himself and answered respectfully, "I found out."

"The leaders of those guys are indeed the sinners who were driven away a thousand years ago. Their goal should be to awaken Cuan Yang."

Hearing this, Ju Meng pouted with disdain, "Good heavens! They dug up someone's grave and still want to summon spirits in the grave? Aren't they afraid of summoning something strange."

"What else? How is everyone in Taoyuan? Those guys didn't make things difficult for everyone, did they?"

"..." Turtle Elder's face was a little ugly, and he hesitated several times, but couldn't bring himself to speak.

"What's so hard to say?" Ju Meng said calmly, "It's not like I don't know the situation in Taoyuan. Isn't it just some fence-sitters? I've known that for a long time!"

In fact, that group of ancient refugees who migrated here to settle never worshipped Jumang, but rather the divine tree Fuso.

As for the deity born on Fuso later, whether it was Ju Meng or Cuan Yang, they probably didn't care that much.

This was something Ju Meng had known for a long time.

Now that she had been defeated and Cuan Yang's followers had returned, it was normal for some people to defect at the last minute.

"Lord Ju Meng, things are not as you think!" As if guessing Ju Meng's thoughts, Turtle Elder even changed his address and said quickly, "Actually, after you were assassinated, many people still desperately resisted those sinners, but those sinners also brought a group of helpers from unknown origins, and many of everyone..."

"Died?" Ju Meng said flatly.

"..." Turtle Elder was silent and nodded, "Most of the rest were imprisoned, and a small portion who escaped are scattered around Tang City. I was afraid they were in danger, so I didn't dare to contact them for the time being."

He paused, then Turtle Elder clenched his wrinkled fists, looked at Ju Meng with burning eyes, bowed, and cupped his hands.

"Lord Ju Meng, it is everyone's honor to follow you, so you must fight back, everyone is waiting for you!"

In fact, they still cared.

"Hey!" Ju Meng's face flushed slightly, and she said with a forced smile, waving her hand, "What honor is there? What are you hoping for? For me liking to play games, for me embezzling public funds to spend on games? But..."

"Since you've said so, it wouldn't be right for me not to fight back, right?"

"Don't worry, as long as I'm still alive, that guy can't snatch what I don't give!"

Ju Meng said with an arrogant expression, a sharp coldness appearing in her distant eyes as she looked towards Taoyuan. Looking at her like this, Turtle Elder seemed to see that deity who traversed eight hundred li during the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons without a single defeat again.

----

Like a headless fly, Lu Yibei wandered around for most of the day, but in the end, she couldn't find Jiang Li.

She didn't tell anyone where she went, and in broad daylight, Lu Yibei couldn't use the urban legend to mobilize the earth's energy, and mobilizing the Hua City urban legend to investigate the movements of a Night Watch officer was even more impossible.

Furthermore...

"What? Today is their rest day, and they have the right to refuse to work?" Lu Yibei stared blankly at Headless Senior and asked this question.

Headless Senior held her head and nodded, "Yes, yes, isn't that the rule you set?"

Lu Yibei, "..."

What the heck, when did I ever set such a... Wait!

Lu Yibei turned and looked towards Happiness Community, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Since she couldn't find Jiang Li for the time being, it seemed necessary to go to Happiness Community first to take a look.

...

Half an hour later.

After passing through the first floor of the underground parking lot, Lu Yibei stopped at the barrier at the entrance to the second floor parking lot, looking at the sign posted ahead, and frowned.

【The area ahead is private property. Entry is restricted to invited guests. No visitors.】

Lu Yibei, "..."

It seemed that a certain Miss had used her money power again.

Just as Lu Yibei was in a daze, someone suddenly patted her shoulder from behind. Turning around, she saw Du Sixian's startled face.

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"Senior, why are you here? You're not here to investigate a urban legend incident, are you? This is your..."

"I know." Lu Yibei suppressed a strong sense of shame and said calmly, "It's my sister's lair."

Du Sixian was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Hehe, Senior, are you here to inspect on behalf of your benefactor?"

"..." Lu Yibei was silent for two seconds, then said expressionlessly, "Sort of."

"That's great, I've been waiting for my benefactor to come!" Du Sixian said with a smile, "Although she doesn't seem to be able to come in person, seeing you, I know my efforts weren't in vain."

Saying this, she gestured for Lu Yibei to follow, "Let's go, Senior, I'll show you the results of my work."

Lu Yibei nodded and followed Du Sixian into the second floor of the underground parking lot. As soon as they entered, what came into view were rows of luxurious cars with ornate designs, and further ahead, a newly built brick wall divided the space in half.

Du Sixian walked briskly, her hands behind her back, explaining to Lu Yibei like a proud owner, "I've sectioned off most of the back area, opened up the original theater, and turned it into an office area, temporarily divided into four departments: Human Resources, Planning, Logistics, and Publicity."

"Oh, no, it should be called the Strange Affairs Department," Du Sixian stuck out her tongue, "The project was quite large, it almost emptied my little private stash."

Lu Yibei slightly furrowed her brow, "You're being so reckless, don't your family care?"

Scamming money using urban legend counts as fraud, right? If she's held accountable, it might attract the attention of the Night Watch.

Although she could ask Inspector Xing Yuan to settle it, it would still be a hassle.

Hearing Lu Yibei say this, Du Sixian seemed to recall something unhappy, she was silent for a few seconds, a dim look flashed in her eyes, but then it disappeared, "Hehe, of course not! My dad has always been very supportive of my entrepreneurial ventures!"

Lu Yibei, "..." If your dad knew that your startup project was operating a black-hearted urban legend organization, he would probably clean house, right?

Seeing Lu Yibei not speaking, Du Sixian continued, "The Strange Affairs Department's members are mostly small leaders from various urban legend gathering places in Hua City. They are mainly responsible for counting the number of urban legend in each area of Hua City and keeping records, then planning the number of fright incidents to create each month based on their monthly Spiritual Energy supply needs."

Is it a system of distribution based on need? That's quite good. Lu Yibei thought to herself.

"The Planning Department has three online novel authors who died from overwork while writing, two Bilibili online short drama up hosts who worked themselves into urban legend, and several mobile game planners who were cursed to death by players. They are responsible for planning fright incidents for each Strange Tale."

Lu Yibei nodded in affirmation, especially regarding that last group of urban legend.

They have always been good at doing shady things.

"I did some practical research before, and many urban legend simply causing fright usually doesn't achieve the desired effect. So, I found some urban legend with psychological knowledge, some urban legend with experience in prop making and atmosphere creation, and most importantly, two urban legend that can distinguish criminals by their aura."

"The Logistics Department, formed by them, is responsible for analyzing the psychological state of frightened targets, providing targeted plans to the planning group, supporting certain urban legend that cannot cause fright alone, and searching for criminals."

Saying this, Du Sixian leaned close to Lu Yibei's ear and lowered her voice, "Don't worry, I know that our side hunts human criminals every Tuesday, and occasionally on Thursdays. I won't let Li Gan Yuan (Officer Li) and Bai Kai (Officer Bai) notice."

Lu Yibei, "..."

Then you are truly a qualified informant for the Night Watch.

"Finally, there's the Publicity Department." Du Sixian said, suddenly spinning a small circle by stepping on the ground with her heel. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Her lively and cute appearance was completely unlike the mastermind who was systematically pushing Hua City towards becoming the most terrifying city in Z Country, and eventually the world.

"They are all urban legend that can disguise themselves as humans. They are responsible for selectively spreading Strange Tale legends in certain areas before each fright operation to achieve the best effect."

As she spoke, Du Sixian reached out and lightly tapped the wall in front of her. Immediately, with a slight rumble, the Strange Tale with the Power of wall-painting, which was attached to the wall, moved aside, and the "Irresponsible Fright Company of Calamity" appeared before Lu Yibei's eyes.

In the vast space, the decor was arranged like a cozy cafe, with lighting provided entirely by the eerie green glow of the emergency exit signs and the faint light emitted by the urban legend themselves.

Strange-shaped, bloody, and gloomy "employees" came and went, their steps hurried, seeming somewhat busy.

It looked like a haunted house-themed cafe, or a cafe haunted at midnight? Lu Yibei thought.

However...

"Working when alive, and turning into a working Strange Tale after death, isn't that a bit too tragic?" Lu Yibei asked Du Sixian.

Du Sixian cupped her chin and pondered for two seconds, saying, "It's alright, I guess? They work on a 2333 schedule, starting work at 23:00 and finishing at 3:00 AM, working three days a week."

"Ah? Isn't that easier than the Night Watch?" Lu Yibei blurted out.

"It is!" Du Sixian raised her eyebrows at Lu Yibei, teasing, "Senior, do you want to consider changing jobs?"

"..."

Lu Yibei opened her mouth, about to say something, when she suddenly heard a familiar voice from the side.

"Tsk! You're finally back? Demon..."

"A-da—!"

Before Maotuan (Hairball)'s "Demoness Adult" could be spoken, Lu Yibei kicked him out of sight with an aerial flying kick. Then, her gaze swept blankly over every Strange Tale, and the group of urban legend who were preparing to greet her instantly became silent.

At the same time, Lu Yibei looked at Mengmeng, who seemed hesitant to speak, and secretly sent her a message using the Dependent Mark (Familial Mark), "Mengmeng, she doesn't know my identity yet, right?"

"Reporting, Demoness Adult, Miss Du doesn't know yet," Mengmeng said.

When Du Sixian found this place, Mengmeng immediately recognized the aura of the Dependent Mark (Familial Mark) on her, considering her one of their own, and did not exchange much information about Lu Yibei.

"Very good, then never let her know."

"Yes," Mengmeng replied, "I will find time to inform everyone."

But...

Why would the Demoness Adult do that? Isn't Miss Du her Dependents (Familial Member)? Is it necessary to hide this from a Dependents (Familial Member)? Mengmeng thought.

----

Night fell on the streets of Hua City University City.

Lu Yibei walked towards the Jingyi Apartment Complex, chewing on a spicy strip, lost in thought.

Although Du Sixian arranged things quite well, and the urban legend in Hua City suddenly started operating like precise machinery, so I don't have to worry too much, why do I feel a bit lost?

If this continues, won't I become some kind of mascot?

No, no, at the very least, I should be a strategic weapon to deter the petty criminals around.

...

Lu Yibei was thinking idly, and without realizing it, she arrived at her doorstep.

Skillfully taking out the key and opening the door, as soon as she entered the house, she heard a sound of sobbing.

The sobbing was very quiet, as if she was trying hard to suppress any sound.

Who is crying?

Lu Yibei was startled for a moment, she carefully closed the door, then followed the direction of the sound, tiptoeing upstairs. As she ascended the stairs and her sight crossed the top, she saw Jiang Li curled up on her bed, hugging her knees.

She was staring intently at her phone screen, her eyes slightly red, her delicate body occasionally trembling, and the faint sobs, as if pain was being difficultly pulled from her body, spread through the dark room, weaving a picture of oppression.

"Something's crossed over into me, and I can't go back. I mean, I just couldn't live like that anymore..."

The classic line from "Thelma & Louise" came from the phone.

Hearing this, Lu Yibei's heart tightened slightly, and the anger she had felt wanting to rush over and beat Jiang Li vanished instantly.

She quietly walked over and sat down beside Jiang Li, saying gently, "Isn't it bad to hide here alone watching this kind of tragic movie late at night? How about we watch something happy?"

"Disney or DreamWorks?"

Jiang Li seemed not to notice Lu Yibei's presence, staring blankly at the phone screen. It wasn't until Lu Yibei repeated what she had just said that she slowly raised her head, looked at her, gave a wry smile, and murmured, "Is it an illusion again? But, it feels so real, just like it's true..."

As she spoke, she sat up and gently hugged Lu Yibei, burying her head in her chest, rubbing affectionately. Then, a warm sensation came from her cheek, and her body instantly stiffened.

At this moment, Lu Yibei turned her face away and mumbled, "It's not like it's true, it is true! I, I came back alive."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Li's eyes widened abruptly, and a cherry-red color spread from her cheeks all the way to her earlobes, then with a "Pfft!" sound, a wisp of white smoke rose from the top of her head...