I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

The mountain road was winding and desolate, and there were overgrown weeds on both sides of the road. The trunks held weird shapes, like figures that spied in the dark.

The jungle was humid, and it was cold enough to form mist within the silent jungle, where one could hear their own breathing and heartbeat.

At least, this ensured that nobody was following behind Yibei.

She had always liked silence and solitude, but it wasn’t until she was walking for a few minutes that she realised that she didn’t know what true silence was.

Her concept of silence was accompanied by mobile phones and long-winded videos to sleep to, but it was truly silent here.

Desolate and empty, leaving one with their own thoughts.

It tormented her mind, and she desperately wanted to reach the village as soon as possible, which could give her clues to mysterious knowledge.

Although it was quiet, that didn’t mean that danger was absent.

I am brave! I am not a coward! But…

I’m going to start singing. I’m getting paranoid.

With a shaky breath, she began to sing, and with each note, she began to skip down the mountain path.

Confused eyes stared at her as they hid behind bushes, and they weren’t sure why their food was so jolly and alive.

In the past, when their god gifted them food, their food would be dead on arrival, and the few surviving ones were moments away from death.

Seeing their food be so jolly, they couldn’t help but feel fear.

The jungle soon parted ways, revealing the village in the distance, only for her to be startled.

When she arrived at the village entrance, the sky seemed to darken a little more.

In her memory, it was always raining here with how damp everything is, but large areas of bright red could be seen in the village.

In the village, red cloth was stretched between the houses, and beautiful scarlet lanterns were hung in front of every house. Each lantern dyed the streets a gorgeous red colour.

The streets were quiet despite the prosperous display of red. In fact, it was eerie.

Although her eyes weren’t warm at all, she felt that something wasn’t right—traces of human activity like abandoned carts, sewing kits, empty kitchens, etc.—but nobody was around.

She walked along the widest alley by a scarlet lantern, which seemed to seep the buildings in blood.

Going deeper into the village, she could see many snake-headed human statues carved from wood, with red cloth wrapped around the statues, alongside makeshift stalls erected by the statues.

However, the stalls’ contents were hard to describe. It looked like an imitation of a bustling stall, in fact. The fire was burning underneath a large pot, and steam blew out, but there was not a single person to be seen.

It was as if there were a huge celebration, but it was not meant for living humans.

Stopping by an alley, she put down her guitar bag and took out a charm, the statue of Acala, and her toy gun.

She loaded the toy gun and placed it in her coat, then carried the statue with her as she walked to the centre of the village.

Every two or three metres, she would fling a charm behind her as if she were sowing seeds, just in case something was stalking her.

A vague odour soon invaded her nostrils. The closer she got to the centre, the stronger it was.

Just as she was about five metres away, she saw another set of stalls that sold meat.

Bloody limbs, neatly stacked together like cargo, looked strangely like human limbs.

There were other forms of meat that could not be identified, and they seemed to exude an unsettling aura.

Urban legend meat?

Her eyes drifted to a pot, and her face turned pale instantly. She immediately forced herself to look away.

Although she has devoured the cores of urban legends, she has never seen an urban legend cooked alive before.

She retched uncomfortably, and a hoarse voice sounded from behind her.

“Shh! Don’t make a sound.”

It was an old man in a dark coat walking quickly towards her.

His posture seemed weird, however, as if he wasn’t walking but floating towards her.

She stared at the old man, and after making sure her eyes weren’t warm, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Plus, he didn’t seem to trigger any of her charms, so he wasn’t a threat.

“Another stranger,” the old man mused.

Another? Could it be Gu Qianqian? She’s alive?

“Excuse me, but have you seen a girl with chestnut hair wearing leather boots and a red scarf around here?”

The old man’s glossy eyes stared at Yibei, and he turned around silently and walked towards the corner of a village.

“Don’t knock after dark… They will hear you.”

“Who are they?”

“They are celebrating a festival, a lively one.”

“Hello?”

“Stay at my place for the night and wait until daybreak.”

It seemed that the old man was babbling about what he wanted to say, but she followed him anyway, listening to his endless chatter.

The more she trailed behind him, the more uncomfortable she was. She couldn’t help but narrow her eyes at his feet. Isn’t it uncomfortable to walk like this?

“Uh, hey, doesn’t it hurt your feet to walk like that? We can sit for a while before we continue.”

“Don’t knock after dark.”

“Hello?”

“Don’t knock after dark.”

“Are you the only one left in the village? Where is everybody? Are you scared of living here because I am?”

“Don’t knock…”

The old man continued to babble, and Yibei sighed.

Finally, the old man was still and turned around to face her. His cloudy eyes trembled, and his mouth parted, only for him to repeat the same words to her.

He’s pretending! If I can’t pry your mouth open, then I’m not a man!