I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

She underestimated how tightly sealed his mouth was.

She talked to the old man for the entire journey until they reached a dilapidated temple, but he continued repeating the same words.

However, he did have some variation to his answers, and she soon learnt that his name is Ze Mengrao.

Judging from Lu Xu’s memory, the Miao ancestors had this surname as well, and they worshipped dragon and snake totems as their gods.

Plus, he accidentally revealed that he was once young, and he saw a foreigner who wore a long coat and braids.

Moreover, he revealed that he was the former priest of the village, but due to an unknown reason, he had lost all qualifications to serve the gods.

Just as she wanted to ask how the veins in his forehead grew, and he glared and growled at her.

She immediately shut up, but she wasn’t discouraged. Rome was not built in a single day.

Arriving in front of the temple, Ze Mengrao paused and glanced at Yibei, pushing open the door.

The temple looked dilapidated, and the tiles were covered with tiny plants. The walls were pitted, and some parts even collapsed.

Staring at the door, a memory of Bright appeared in her mind.

According to tradition, you cannot paint a door black or bad luck might come to you. Of course, the door to the temple was black.

Through the door, you can see one red and one black beam. It is said that red beams are unlucky for men, while green beams are unlucky for women.

Soon, they came to a courtyard filled with water tanks.

It was also bad luck for water tanks to face the door, but there were plenty of them facing the door.

In addition, there were coins stacked on the beams and windchimes made of unknown bones. A crooked locust tree grew in the courtyard.

Judging from Bright’s study of Feng Shui, this temple was simply unacceptable.

Bright really is a bright light to me. To survive, she gathered so much niche knowledge—if only she were still alive.

Walking into the courtyard, she felt that she was able to face anything. It wasn’t like she had no experience with this.

Besides, she is a terrifying existence. There is nothing to be scared of.

She couldn’t help but feel how unwelcoming this temple was, feng shui or not. When she entered the courtyard, the old man was already waiting for her. He waved and led her to a corner, gesturing at the thatched hut under an old locust tree.

She held the statue close to her and followed him. As they passed the water tanks, she peered into them and sighed in relief that they seemed empty.

However, she swore she saw a shadow like a big fish flashing in the tank, and she hurriedly looked away.

As she entered the hut, the old man stood at the door and warned, “Do not leave the hut. This is a warning. There has been a lot of unrest in the village.”

“Why?”

“There is a skull-crushing madman nearby, and many villagers have died.”

“Oh, do you know what they look like?”

The old man was silent, and she tried to pry answers out of him but failed to get any responses.

She returned to the hut and grabbed more than thirty charms, arranging them neatly around the bed as she threw herself on the empty bedboard.

After running about for an entire day, she felt tired, and it was time to rest.

The bed was so hard that her delicate body felt uncomfortable lying on it.

“Coat, could you turn into a sleeping bag? Or like a onesie, I could sleep in?”

As soon as she spoke, a soft rustling sound could be heard as her jacket transformed into a pretty, pink-plaid, furry sleeping bag.

This is all I can do! (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)

Yibei didn’t know what the coat had transformed into in the darkness, but she could feel how soft and gentle the fabric was.

“Oh, it’s comfy.”

The Witch likes it! ξ(✿＞◡❛)

“By the way, wake me up in an hour. I’m going to fight that old man.”

The jacket trembled slightly in affirmation, and she soon fell asleep in her cute, tiny bed.

There is no dawn in the realm of bamboo scrolls.

In the dark forest, Gu Qianqian breathed heavily as he leaned on the trunk of a big tree.

Beside her, there were several half-human, half-snake monsters. Their bodies were twisted and deformed, with varying degrees of injuries. The only thing they had in common was their heavily crushed heads as if a vehicle had run over them.

“I got them all, system. Can I eat the grilled fish now?”

“Well, if you can still eat…”

“Of course I can!” she beamed, fumbling for the grilled fish in her pockets. Just as she was about to chomp down, the system stopped her.

“Wait!”

“What’s wrong? I thought you said I could eat it.”

“That’s right, but… let me smell it before you eat it. Just to make sure.”

“No!”

“Gu Qianqian, I can vaguely smell the World Ender on that piece of fish. Please let me smell it before you eat it.”

“You’re so lame,” she pouted. “Nobody believes you.”

She dangled the grilled fish before her eyes and swallowed it in one clean swoop. All the system could do was watch helplessly.

“System, when you mentioned the Witch, I suddenly remembered something!”

“What is it?”

“Didn’t you say that as long as one of the seven World Enders is prevented from being born, the world can be saved? So why are we keeping an eye on the one that is already born?”

“That’s because…”

That’s because this is the only one whose location I can determine.

Because it’s easier to deal with her, the system said thoughtfully.