I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Originally, Lu Yibei wanted to leave.

The group of people in the classroom was nothing but a bunch of teenagers wanting to play a dangerous game.

Yibei wouldn’t think to join these games even if you paid her.

These groups of teenagers had no idea how dangerous this abandoned school was, but Yibei knew very well. She knew that at least two urban legends were hidden on the current campus.

She came here to hunt, so she didn’t have time to dwell on them. Even if you try to reason with them, they’ll probably laugh in your face.

However, Lu Yibei replied to their calls on impulse and found that, with incantations, her hunger was sated to a certain extent.

Although she didn’t understand why the energy provided by the five of them was weaker than that of Zhang Shan combined, she was starving to death. She had no room to be picky.

Besides, she didn’t have to kill anyone.

Lu Yibei remembered that Liu Banxian, a fortune teller, said that nine out of ten fortune tellers are liars, and most of them simply follow the wishes and whims of their customers.

Remembering him, Yibei remembers how that damn fortune teller scammed all of the children on the block.

He had seemed to disappear though. Rumour has it that he probably starved to death or was arrested by the police.

At first, Lu Yibei didn’t quite believe that he would starve to death, but now he could surely believe it.

Lies of love and money could easily be fabricated, but math problems?

Seeing that the Plate Deity fell silent, a sly smile appeared on Sixian’s face.

“It’s a fake,” she said in the darkness. “Let’s go out and catch them! Who’s with me?”

Everyone was stunned and shook their heads in unison.

They enjoyed dancing at the brink of death, but actually dying is another story.

Sixian pouted as she picked up the camera and hung it around her neck. She picked up a metal pole from the ground and ran towards the door.

Rushing out the door, everyone looked at each other in silence.

The moment Sixian rushed out, the figure by the window immediately ran away, and all of them gasped in unison.

“Oh my god, why didn’t we stop her? That could’ve been a g-ghost!”

“Do you think she’ll listen to us?”

“Hey!” Sixian yelled in the corridor. “Stop right there! I see you! I’m gonna blow your head off!”

After another awkward period of silence, Brazil whispered, “Has Witch always been… this tough? None of us was this brave before.”

“You could say she’s aggressive,” Bright murmured. “Look! Didn’t she scare that ghost away?”

“Honey, what shall we do now?” Daydream mewled as she wrapped her arms around Pharoah. “Shall we continue the ceremony?”

“Forget it,” Pharoah scoffed with a strange expression. “The Plate Deity has been scared away anyway.”

Lu Yibei ran wildly through the corridors of the teaching building with the statue on her shoulder. She fled through the winding corridors of the building and soon left the teaching building.

All of a sudden, the dilapidated campus under the eerie moonlight was lively, and the entire campus echoed with the sound of cheerful running.

Lu Yibei walked forward in a panic and soon reached the border of the campus—a dead end. She looked around and fixed her eyes on a building not far away.

This building has six floors and is much larger than the teaching building. The white tiles on the outer wall were peeling off and stained.

The gate was wrapped with thick iron chains and several large, rusty locks. The windows were also boarded up.

Yibei stared at the building before him, then glanced behind her at the footsteps that were gradually getting louder. She looked back and forth before running towards this strange building.

When she came to the gate, she noticed there was a discoloured seal on the gate, and the seal seemed strangely intact. Nobody has ever tried coming here since the building was sealed off.

With Sixian’s footfalls getting closer and closer, Yibei turned around and ran around the building, and within a few steps, she saw a window that was hastily boarded up.

She stepped forward and pushed gently, only to hear a soft squeak that allowed her entrance into the building.

The stale, dusty air hit her face in a rush, and the corrupt atmosphere suffocated her. She hesitated for a moment, then jumped into the room.

She leaned by the window, shrouded in darkness. She could hear Sixian running impatiently past the window, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

However, after she calmed down, she was hit with a wave of realisation.

‘Wait! Why was I the one running away?’

But after thinking about it, this is a subtle way of saving an ignorant girl who was in danger.

Patting herself on the back, she began to look around the room she was in.

This place seems to be an art classroom. The room was scattered with old painting tools, and a few dusty sketches were scattered on the floor. The immature techniques used on the canvases make the portraits look somewhat eerie.

Looking away from the scattered canvases, she was taken aback the moment she looked up. She found that there seemed to be a person standing in the corner, and her heart sank below the floor.

The man was leaning against the corner of the wall, and half of his face was concealed by the canvas. His figure was hidden in the darkness, and his face seemed to be stained with a strange liquid.

‘Just how long was he staring at me for?’

Goosebumps.

Yibei approached the figure slowly, clenching the statue harshly with both hands.

However, she was secretly relieved that this figure might be an apparition as well and not human.

As she approached little by little, the darkness was lifted slowly, like a veil. Just as she got closer, a beam of light suddenly shone behind her.

She shielded her eyes from the bright light, and a ferocious face broke into her sight.

Her pupils shrank for a moment as she hurriedly took a step back. She then realised that what was in front of her was not a person, nor an apparition, but an oil painting.

It was a portrait with a high degree of realism. In the dim light, one could mistake it for a real person.

On the canvas was a painting of a girl in a white dress. Her body was lying on the ground, but her body and face had been slashed with red paint, presumably by some naughty student. Now, the girl looked as if she was covered in hideous, gory wounds.

The light beam behind Yibei was also projected from Sixian’s mobile phone, and she, too, saw that weird oil painting from the corridor of the building.

After seeing the oil painting, a wave of regret and realisation washed over her in an instant. She could see the mysterious girl’s hair turning a shade of light red.

It wasn’t until now that she realised that chasing this mysterious girl was too reckless.

‘What if she is an urban legend? What if she… ran away on purpose so that she could lure me here alone?’

Thinking of this, her body trembled uncontrollably. She found that she couldn’t move her legs, and her lips quivered.

“Y-you… are you… human?”

What happened to your fighting spirit? Yibei thought as she rolled her eyes.

Yibei considered her options and called out in a weak voice, “I-I’m human! Please don’t hurt me; I’m just here to make a live broadcast. I just wanted to play a trick on you, but I didn’t expect…”

Sixian pointed her flashlight at Yibei’s face.

The light illuminated her delicate face. She pursed her lips, and there was no strange expression on her face. It was just an expressionless girl who seemed frightened.

She didn’t seem to be lying.

‘Did I go too far? She’s fifteen at best, so why is she out here all alone?’

“A live broadcast, you say?” Sixian asked suspiciously. “Where’s your equipment?”

“I-I dropped it when you were chasing me.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“You’ll compensate the damages, right?” Yibei chirped up.

Excuse me? Sixian thought. ‘What’s with her being so happy all of a sudden?’

“Sure,” Sixian sighed. “But I’m not capable of compensating your equipment in full.”

“What about half?”

“Okay, half is half! No more, no less!” Sixian said impatiently.

Seeing that Sixian agreed to her deal, Yibei was overjoyed.

‘Treat it as compensation for ruining my dinner!’