I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

In the taxi.

After a brief silence, Lu Yibei looked at Hua Sang and spoke again, "Hey, uh... can we discuss something?"

"Okay, go ahead," Hua Sang nodded.

"Things are urgent now, about the engagement..." Lu Yibei whispered.

"You brought it up first," Hua Sang said.

"..."

Lu Yibei was a bit awkward. After two seconds of silence, she said, "Alright, from now on, whoever brings it up again is a dog, how about that?"

"Dog..." Hua Sang slightly furrowed her brows.

"Don't like it?" Lu Yibei blurted out, "Then you're a turtle, and I'm a dog?"

"Uh, okay..."

The taxi driver glanced at the two of them through the rearview mirror, his expression quite subtle.

Young people nowadays really know how to have fun.

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Half an hour later.

The taxi drove through a small part of the city and arrived at the outskirts of Shizhou City. Lu Yibei and Hua Sang got out of the car when they were still two or three kilometers away from the location where Hu Chuan had attacked the Da Chunyang Palace disciples.

Walking along the old street, they arrived near the dilapidated dormitory building located by the Mourning Owl. After a quick look around, they saw other Da Chunyang Palace disciples who had arrived after receiving the distress signal in the open space behind the dormitory building.

In the overgrown open space, six or seven Da Chunyang Palace disciples formed a circle about two meters in diameter. Their weapons were drawn. Surrounded by them, a pale-faced girl was slumped on the ground.

Just looking at it like that, the scene resembled an ongoing bullying incident.

However, the faces of those six or seven Da Chunyang Palace disciples were filled with fear and helplessness, completely lacking the arrogance of bullies, and the surrounded girl also looked clearly abnormal.

She had her head lowered, her hanging hair covering half of her face. On the exposed half, her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated. Most of her off-white T-shirt was stained red with blood, and her hands hung limply to the ground. Her right hand, which held a short knife, had clearly fused with the knife.

Beside her, two broken long swords and several bloody, mangled limbs were scattered.

"Something seems a bit off, doesn't it?" Lu Yibei whispered to Hua Sang.

"Mm..." Hua Sang softly responded.

As they spoke, they exchanged glances, nodded in understanding, and quickly walked forward.

Hearing footsteps approaching, the Da Chunyang Palace disciple closest to them trembled slightly, then suddenly turned around and growled, "Wh- Who's there?!"

Startled by his shout, the other Da Chunyang Palace disciples also tensed up and turned around one after another. Several weapons gleamed sharply in the afternoon sun, their cold light dazzling.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Hua Sang hadn't expected her fellow disciples to raise their weapons at her. Thinking of the anomaly that happened to Wu Yutang last night, her heart tightened. She instinctively surged her Spiritual Energy, taking half a step forward to shield Lu Yibei.

Just then, Lu Yibei slipped away...

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Everyone's gaze lingered on Hua Sang, looking her up and down. After more than ten seconds, someone finally recognized her and tentatively asked, "Is that, is that Senior Sister Hua Sang?"

"Yes, it's me..." Hua Sang slightly nodded. Only then did the disciples lower their weapons, and a collective sigh of relief spread through the crowd.

Although Qingxia Zi had mentioned Hua Sang when assigning the mission earlier, most of them had seen her. However, their impression of Hua Sang was still based on her previous disheveled appearance. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

The scene of this Spiritual Energy attack was too bizarre, causing everyone's nerves to tighten unconsciously. Not recognizing Hua Sang immediately led to a slightly over-the-top reaction.

"What's the situation now?" Hua Sang asked a Junior Brother she recognized. "What about the fellow disciples who sent the distress signal earlier?"

"This..." The Da Chunyang Palace disciple's face showed a complex expression. "Senior Brother Liao and the others have already..."

"Died?" Hua Sang said calmly.

"..." The Da Chunyang Palace disciple didn't answer, but his lowered gaze and expression already provided the answer.

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While Hua Sang was talking to the Da Chunyang Palace disciples.

Lu Yibei, who had been ignored, quietly circled around the crowd and came before the girl who was slumped on the ground in distress, squatting down.

"Hey, Miss, are you alright?"

The girl, "..."

"Do you recognize this number?" Lu Yibei held up one finger and wiggled it in front of the girl.

The girl, "..."

"Tsk, looks like she's completely broken!" Lu Yibei pursed her lips. "That kid Hu Chuan is really arrogant, even though he's already a fugitive..."

After observing the girl for a few seconds, Lu Yibei's gaze shifted downwards, landing on the weapon in her hand. Then, it moved down again, and she saw two very strange items, her eyebrows unconsciously rising.

One item was two bare, translucent plastic sticks that looked like a pair of chopsticks, but shorter than chopsticks and not made of the common material for chopsticks.

The other item was a twisted and deformed mass of metal wire, looking like a steel wool ball that had been used for a long time.

After pondering for two seconds, she fixed her eyes on the two items, concentrating her mind.

Please, do something, let me see what happened just now!

Although Lu Yibei's eyes could often see the cause of Spiritual Energy ripple remnants when affected by them, this ability was not an active skill, not even a passive one; it worked sometimes and didn't work others.

Up to now, she still didn't know the principle behind this strange ability, only vaguely feeling that it was related to the core body of a Mythical urban legend.

However, when she was in the Dream City before, her mother had left her a lot of useful information, but hadn't mentioned her eyes at all, as if she didn't know that the core body of a Mythical urban legend could bring various strange abilities to her eyes.

Therefore, there was only one way to trigger the ability—rely on luck!

And this time, her luck seemed good...

Her eyes lingered on the short knife in the girl's hand and the scattered limbs on the ground for a few seconds. Accompanied by a wave of warmth, Lu Yibei's vision blurred, and the familiar dizziness struck. The things before her eyes rippled like reflections on water disturbed by pebbles...

Then.

She witnessed a betrayal and a massacre!

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"Then she..."

Hua Sang looked at the girl nearby who seemed to have lost her soul. Her gaze lingered on Lu Yibei, who had her eyes closed, for a few seconds, then she continued asking the familiar-faced Da Chunyang Palace disciple, "What happened to that Junior Sister? Is she a survivor of the attack?"

"I, I don't know. Senior Sister Qin and the others were the first to arrive..." The Da Chunyang Palace disciple said, turning to look at a tall woman beside him, casting an inquiring glance.

"I..." The female disciple's face showed embarrassment. "When we arrived, Junior Sister He was already slumped ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) there, covered in blood, holding a knife in her hand, and that knife was also... with her hand..."

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The woman fell silent, but a panicked male disciple who was with her stepped forward and shouted out.

"I think it's very likely that Junior Sister He was instigated and attacked Senior Brother Liao and the others! She's the killer..."

"yue——yue——!"

Before the male disciple could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sudden burst of violent retching.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the pale-faced young man throwing up violently, along with the ground covered in the small white particles he had vomited. Their gazes gradually became strange, and whispers broke out.

"Who is this person?"

"I don't know, seems like Senior Sister Hua Sang brought him."

"Could it be that he hasn't handled many urban legend incidents? His tolerance is too poor; he threw up just seeing a little blood and severed limbs..."

"..."

Lu Yibei glanced at the people looking at her, straightened up, and rolled her eyes. "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone vomit digestive tablets?"

Everyone, "..." Indeed, not only had they never seen anyone vomit this stuff, but they had also never seen anyone eat so many digestive tablets.

"Whew—!" Lu Yibei took a deep breath, adjusted her state slightly, and looked at Hua Sang. "This girl did indeed attack, even stabbing her companions, but the fatal injuries were not caused by her."

Hearing this, the disciple who had previously been ready to label the girl as the killer blushed slightly and quickly said, "Then who do you say it was? Gu He?"

"You could say that, but you could also say no," Lu Yibei glanced at that person and continued, "Just now, relying on the special ability of my Spirit Mark, I saw the course of the incident. He just used his Power to make those items come Lived, and then those items killed the other three people."

She had just experienced the same strange situation last night. Even a Psychic with precognitive abilities like her was battered dizzy by the items flying around the room. The three Da Chunyang Palace disciples, after being stabbed by their fellow disciple and then attacked again, couldn't react at all.

"Items?" A Da Chunyang Palace disciple who wasn't fully aware of the situation asked in confusion, "If Gu He controlled items to kill people, doesn't that mean he killed them himself?"

"No, not quite! Little Miss..." Lu Yibei looked at the young girl with a green and tender face and explained, "That guy just gave the items self-awareness and then guided them slightly. At most, it's incitement to crime. As for how those items killed those three people..."

Lu Yibei paused as she spoke, then changed the subject. "Oh, right, have you all had lunch yet? How about we find a place to sit down and talk while we eat?"

"We've already eaten! Hurry up and tell us!" Someone urged.

"You've eaten? Well, that's great..." Lu Yibei nodded, a cunning smile flashing in her eyes. "The fatal injuries to those three people were caused by two toothbrushes and a window screen."

Hearing this, the young girl looked puzzled. "How could toothbrushes and a window screen..."

Before she could finish speaking, Lu Yibei suddenly made a strange sound.

"Swish—Swish—Swish—!"

Along with the strange sound from her mouth, she made an exaggerated rubbing motion with her hands.

That's right, the three Da Chunyang Palace disciples were ground Lived bit by bit by the toothbrushes and window screen. The toothbrushes were worn down, leaving only two bare sticks like chopsticks, and the window screen was twisted into a steel wool ball.

Besides the few scattered limbs on the open ground, the rest of their bodies had turned into a muddy substance mixed together, a very avant-garde scene.

Lu Yibei had seen many urban legend incidents, but had never seen anything so disgusting, even a bit worse than the Plague Tai Sui.

Seeing this, the Da Chunyang Palace disciples present suddenly snapped back to reality, their faces turning pale.

At this point, Lu Yibei added in a timely manner, "Now your three missing fellow disciples have become an abstract art piece in the style of a slime monster, really exciting! If you go into that dormitory building and search carefully, you should be able to find it in the corner of a certain room."

Her words confirmed the guesses in the hearts of the Da Chunyang Palace disciples, and several of them immediately couldn't help but vomit.

"..."

Let you laugh at me! Now you know why I threw up?

And I saw it firsthand!

Thinking this, Lu Yibei walked around the Da Chunyang Palace disciples and strolled up to Hua Sang, raising her eyebrows. "Your tolerance is pretty good!"

Hua Sang glanced at Lu Yibei and said calmly, "I've seen worse. Want to hear about it?"

As early as when Lu Yibei asked the Da Chunyang Palace disciples if they had eaten lunch, she had already sensed that something was off.

As expected, Lu Yibei was indeed up to no good.

"No thanks!" Lu Yibei waved her hand, rubbed her stomach, and said, "My stomach hasn't been great lately, can't handle any more trouble..."

After speaking, she looked around, gently tugged at Hua Sang's sleeve, and gave her a look, signaling her to come aside to talk.

Seeing Lu Yibei's look, Hua Sang nodded in understanding and followed her.

After putting some distance between them and the Da Chunyang Palace disciples who were throwing up violently, Hua Sang asked, "What's wrong? Did you find something else that's not convenient to say?"

"Yes!" Lu Yibei nodded, lowering her voice. "Things are a bit bad."

Hua Sang tilted her head.

"I saw something just now..."

"You didn't see it through your Spirit Mark's ability, did you?" Hua Sang interrupted.

She had already seen the blackening Ifrit Spirit Mark phantom on Lu Yibei's hands through her Clairvoyance.

She was very clear that no matter how much the Ifrit Spirit Mark mutated, it couldn't give Lu Yibei the strength she displayed last night, nor could it allow her to see the beginning and end of the Spiritual Energy attack incident just by observing items.

"..." Lu Yibei was silent for two seconds, not denying Hua Sang's words.

"Through what I saw just now, I realized that within the Secret Society, apart from a few high-level members and the kind of members who have fused with items like the one we encountered last night, the others probably don't even know they are Secret Society members."

Hua Sang frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Like that girl just now, before being controlled by the short knife in her hand to attack her companions, she seemed completely unaware that such a situation would occur..."

Hearing this, Hua Sang suddenly understood Lu Yibei's meaning. "I get it. You're saying that some disciples unconsciously became Hu Chuan's informants?"

"Exactly!" Lu Yibei nodded, turned her head to look at the Da Chunyang Palace disciples in the distance, and lowered her voice. "Among them, there might be Hu Chuan's informants. There might even be more within the Da Chunyang Palace itself. It's simply unrealistic to try and root them all out."

It's like trying to find a few shreds of ginger in a plate of shredded potatoes.

"That guy Hu Chuan is like an all-seeing player now. If we continue to let those disciples who don't know they've become Secret Society members participate in the pursuit, we might never catch Hu Chuan."

"However, I've already thought of how to deal with him."

Lu Yibei knew exactly how to survive when being hunted.

She put herself in Hu Chuan's shoes and roughly guessed what he might be doing now.

Even if she guessed wrong, acting according to her conjecture would be much better than having every move exposed to Hu Chuan.

Immediately after, Lu Yibei took a few steps forward, leaned close to Hua Sang's ear, and whispered a few sentences. Hua Sang's brows gradually furrowed.

"Seems a bit underhanded? I agree with your plan, but using it on Hu Chuan is one thing, using it on Elder Wang... my Master will likely be very unhappy."

Although Hua Sang, as the shame of Da Chunyang Palace, found it somewhat acceptable, she knew very well that Qingxia Zi would not allow them to act recklessly.

"Your Master won't get involved in this too? You're a Da Chunyang Palace disciple, I'm not. What's wrong with me being underhanded?" Lu Yibei said righteously.

Hua Sang, "..."