Yibei was about to introduce himself but found that her name was strangely familiar.
‘Wikstroemia? Isn’t that traditional Chinese medicine? How could that be her name? She’s a liar! A fraud!’
Back then, he thought he had found true love with a married woman named Starry Village, whom he met on the Internet. Of course, he was scammed out of his money, and he was almost beaten to death by his father.
“Hello? Are you still there?” she asked. “I live on this street, by the way.”
“Alright, Miss Wik, I am 18 years old and a virgin! You can call me Vaccaria, and I’ll stay right here!”
‘If she isn’t going to tell me her real name, then I won’t either!’
Vaccaria? The girl thought, and her mouth was agape for a few seconds. She thought that the other party might have thought she was using a false name, so he replied using a false name as well.
But it didn’t matter to her; she made friends with people, not with names!
“Vaccaria! What a name!” she exclaimed. “You seem under the weather. Do you feel unlucky recently?”
He shuddered as soon as he heard these words, as it sounded like a fortune teller who scams people of their money.
A fake name and a scammer—she must be a novice in the business.
Meanwhile, Wikstroemia noticed the extremely weak fluctuations of psychic energy escaping from his body, as if he were haunted by urban legends.
Now that he was closer, she could sense something strange.
“Or… are you encountering something strange?”
While speaking, her gaze swept over Lu Yibei’s coat, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes became as clear as water in an instant, and under her command, she conjured a pair of invisible hands and touched his coat.
She didn’t expect his coat to be an urban legend. She thought that he was being haunted by one and not wearing it as his clothes.
However, in the next moment, his coat flung off himself and flew into the corner of the room.
Seeing this, his face warped as he bounced to get his coat as it trembled behind him, “What the…! What are you?”
He immediately brought his guard up as he stared at Wikstroemia; her gaze was clear like the reflection of a sword, and he felt oppressed by her aura flooding the room.
“I… think you’re misunderstanding something,” Wikstroemia stuttered, restoring the softness to her eyes. “I have no intention of attacking your little friend, but…”
“Wait a minute, let me…”
She fumbled as she conjured what seemed to be a pamphlet: “My uncle said if I ever encountered such a situation, if they threatened to hit me, I should reply, ‘Do it, coward!’”
‘…? Does her uncle want her dead?’
Seeing his shocked expression, Wikstroemia tilted her head and asked, “Is there something wrong?”
“No, but… I think you should be careful of your uncle.”
“That’s so funny because I think so too!” she smiled. “Judging by your reaction, I should tear out what he told me from this booklet.”
“Back to the topic, your coat… Will it be okay?” She continued, worried.
“Ah, uh, it’ll be fine! These days, everybody has their own urban legend—like pets! You’re living under a rock if you don’t have one.”
Of course, she didn’t believe such an outrageous lie; in the past few days, she explored the entirety of Huacheng, and the number of urban legends she encountered was quite small.
She didn’t want to embarrass him, though. She still needed to look for the person named Lu Yibei but avoid the Night Division at all costs.
She came into contact with a girl named Du Sixian; she felt kindness in her body, but upon learning that she was from the Night Division, she did not ask her for help.
This boy in front of her seemed different—this little crook who raises little apparitions cannot join the Night Division. He is probably just a lonely psychic who lives to live.
As for his ability to nurture urban legends, they seem weak and superficial, unlikely to develop into anything terrifying.
Plus, after she reached Huacheng, she didn’t meet anyone who had psychic powers aside from the Night Division. She couldn’t let this boy go.
“By the way, ah, where did he go?”
She realised that the boy had long disappeared, climbed down the tower, and ran out of Peony Street in a hurry.
“Vaccaria!”
She yelled down the tower, and Yibei yelled back, “I, uh, left my gas running at home! Let’s never meet again! Goodbye!”
‘Damn it, why did I meet such a nasty thing in the tower? It’s almost nighttime!’
He hurried down the tower, afraid that the Night Division might catch him transforming. Even if they don’t, that woman up there can definitely tell that something is wrong with him, so she must be strong.
Fortunately, she had no intention of chasing after him. According to her uncle, when meeting psychic users, it is necessary to be careful with them.
Therefore, when she stroked his coat, she left behind a trail of her breath so that she’d always be able to find this mystical ‘Vaccaria’ wherever he went.
If she could track him down, observe him from time to time, and jump to his rescue whenever he’s in danger, it’ll be difficult for him to reject her.
Plus, judging from his demeanour, he must have encountered something recently, so he would need help soon.
And if he were to sort things out on his own, then…
She started flipping through books like [Ten Common Ways to Hide a Murder as an Accident]. She had already read books like these countless times.
However, after leaving the desert, she found that there were many fallacies in the pamphlets her uncle gave her.
However, she found an interesting paragraph written on the pamphlet, and she felt that it wasn’t all that difficult to replicate.
He felt a chill around him, the same as how the phantom of Zhu Linglong stalked him, which made him quicken his pace.
After getting the remodelled toy gun from the Car Master, he didn’t stay too long. He hurriedly put down the cash he had prepared earlier and rushed to a remote corner of the city without stopping.
He found a construction site that was suspended due to an urban legend incident, and it was also the place where he would loiter after he transformed.
The chilly aura gradually dissipated. He found an empty clearing, stripped himself, and waited for the sun to set.
When she left, she was wearing her magical girl suit.
“Hey! Who told you to turn into this? Turn back into the coat, now!”
The clothes couldn’t help but feel wronged, and in a flash of light, they returned back into the coat.
However, the thigh-high socks and leather shoes were still on her, but she found them strangely comfortable, considering that she would run around barefoot all the time.
“Could you change the socks? I’m not comfortable with long ones.”
Her coat wriggled slightly, and she replaced the socks with normal socks that had a lace trim.
“Ah, no, could you change it to…”
She soon realised that her coat had exhausted all of its energy, and its power started to waver. It transformed the white socks into knee-high black socks but neglected to get rid of their lacy material.
It became black-thigh-highs made of seductive lace.
‘Ah… whatever. I’ll wait for the coat to recover.’
It was fully dark when she reached Gate No. 4 of the University; dark clouds obscured the moon, leaving the sky pitch black.
The weeds moved with the wind, giving the illusion of figures that prowled in the dark.
It was quiet, save for the sound of bushes being rustled.
A storm was about to come, and she grew impatient waiting for the headless girl to appear. Plus, that lingering feeling of unease has yet to leave.
Putting down her bag, she took the gun out.
The gun could load ten charms at a time, so she loaded ten.
After installing her charm bullets, she took out her kitchen knife and hid it in her sleeve, and she kept the statue close to her.
After waiting for some time, the sense of uneasiness grew stronger. Just as Lu Yibei was thinking about whether something happened to the headless girl, a thick fog appeared right ahead.
Immediately afterwards, a piercing wind blew, and a bloodied torso came into view, rushing towards her.
Her heart dropped, and she raised her gun, ready to shoot. However, seeing that the torso was headless, recognition flashed in her head.
Realising it was the headless girl, a faint voice whispered into her ear.
“Quick… run…”
Yibei was about to introduce himself but found that her name was strangely familiar.
‘Wikstroemia? Isn’t that traditional Chinese medicine? How could that be her name? She’s a liar! A fraud!’
Back then, he thought he had found true love with a married woman named Starry Village, whom he met on the Internet. Of course, he was scammed out of his money, and he was almost beaten to death by his father.
“Hello? Are you still there?” she asked. “I live on this street, by the way.”
“Alright, Miss Wik, I am 18 years old and a virgin! You can call me Vaccaria, and I’ll stay right here!”
‘If she isn’t going to tell me her real name, then I won’t either!’
Vaccaria? The girl thought, and her mouth was agape for a few seconds. She thought that the other party might have thought she was using a false name, so he replied using a false name as well.
But it didn’t matter to her; she made friends with people, not with names!
“Vaccaria! What a name!” she exclaimed. “You seem under the weather. Do you feel unlucky recently?”
He shuddered as soon as he heard these words, as it sounded like a fortune teller who scams people of their money.
A fake name and a scammer—she must be a novice in the business.
Meanwhile, Wikstroemia noticed the extremely weak fluctuations of psychic energy escaping from his body, as if he were haunted by urban legends.
Now that he was closer, she could sense something strange.
“Or… are you encountering something strange?”
While speaking, her gaze swept over Lu Yibei’s coat, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Her eyes became as clear as water in an instant, and under her command, she conjured a pair of invisible hands and touched his coat.
She didn’t expect his coat to be an urban legend. She thought that he was being haunted by one and not wearing it as his clothes.
However, in the next moment, his coat flung off himself and flew into the corner of the room.
Seeing this, his face warped as he bounced to get his coat as it trembled behind him, “What the…! What are you?”
He immediately brought his guard up as he stared at Wikstroemia; her gaze was clear like the reflection of a sword, and he felt oppressed by her aura flooding the room.
“I… think you’re misunderstanding something,” Wikstroemia stuttered, restoring the softness to her eyes. “I have no intention of attacking your little friend, but…”
“Wait a minute, let me…”
She fumbled as she conjured what seemed to be a pamphlet: “My uncle said if I ever encountered such a situation, if they threatened to hit me, I should reply, ‘Do it, coward!’”
‘…? Does her uncle want her dead?’
Seeing his shocked expression, Wikstroemia tilted her head and asked, “Is there something wrong?”
“No, but… I think you should be careful of your uncle.”
“That’s so funny because I think so too!” she smiled. “Judging by your reaction, I should tear out what he told me from this booklet.”
“Back to the topic, your coat… Will it be okay?” She continued, worried.
“Ah, uh, it’ll be fine! These days, everybody has their own urban legend—like pets! You’re living under a rock if you don’t have one.”
Of course, she didn’t believe such an outrageous lie; in the past few days, she explored the entirety of Huacheng, and the number of urban legends she encountered was quite small.
She didn’t want to embarrass him, though. She still needed to look for the person named Lu Yibei but avoid the Night Division at all costs.
She came into contact with a girl named Du Sixian; she felt kindness in her body, but upon learning that she was from the Night Division, she did not ask her for help.
This boy in front of her seemed different—this little crook who raises little apparitions cannot join the Night Division. He is probably just a lonely psychic who lives to live.
As for his ability to nurture urban legends, they seem weak and superficial, unlikely to develop into anything terrifying.
Plus, after she reached Huacheng, she didn’t meet anyone who had psychic powers aside from the Night Division. She couldn’t let this boy go.
“By the way, ah, where did he go?”
She realised that the boy had long disappeared, climbed down the tower, and ran out of Peony Street in a hurry.
“Vaccaria!”
She yelled down the tower, and Yibei yelled back, “I, uh, left my gas running at home! Let’s never meet again! Goodbye!”
‘Damn it, why did I meet such a nasty thing in the tower? It’s almost nighttime!’
He hurried down the tower, afraid that the Night Division might catch him transforming. Even if they don’t, that woman up there can definitely tell that something is wrong with him, so she must be strong.
Fortunately, she had no intention of chasing after him. According to her uncle, when meeting psychic users, it is necessary to be careful with them.
Therefore, when she stroked his coat, she left behind a trail of her breath so that she’d always be able to find this mystical ‘Vaccaria’ wherever he went.
If she could track him down, observe him from time to time, and jump to his rescue whenever he’s in danger, it’ll be difficult for him to reject her.
Plus, judging from his demeanour, he must have encountered something recently, so he would need help soon.
And if he were to sort things out on his own, then…
She started flipping through books like [Ten Common Ways to Hide a Murder as an Accident]. She had already read books like these countless times.
However, after leaving the desert, she found that there were many fallacies in the pamphlets her uncle gave her.
However, she found an interesting paragraph written on the pamphlet, and she felt that it wasn’t all that difficult to replicate.
He felt a chill around him, the same as how the phantom of Zhu Linglong stalked him, which made him quicken his pace.
After getting the remodelled toy gun from the Car Master, he didn’t stay too long. He hurriedly put down the cash he had prepared earlier and rushed to a remote corner of the city without stopping.
He found a construction site that was suspended due to an urban legend incident, and it was also the place where he would loiter after he transformed.
The chilly aura gradually dissipated. He found an empty clearing, stripped himself, and waited for the sun to set.
When she left, she was wearing her magical girl suit.
“Hey! Who told you to turn into this? Turn back into the coat, now!”
The clothes couldn’t help but feel wronged, and in a flash of light, they returned back into the coat.
However, the thigh-high socks and leather shoes were still on her, but she found them strangely comfortable, considering that she would run around barefoot all the time.
“Could you change the socks? I’m not comfortable with long ones.”
Her coat wriggled slightly, and she replaced the socks with normal socks that had a lace trim.
“Ah, no, could you change it to…”
She soon realised that her coat had exhausted all of its energy, and its power started to waver. It transformed the white socks into knee-high black socks but neglected to get rid of their lacy material.
It became black-thigh-highs made of seductive lace.
‘Ah… whatever. I’ll wait for the coat to recover.’
It was fully dark when she reached Gate No. 4 of the University; dark clouds obscured the moon, leaving the sky pitch black.
The weeds moved with the wind, giving the illusion of figures that prowled in the dark.
It was quiet, save for the sound of bushes being rustled.
A storm was about to come, and she grew impatient waiting for the headless girl to appear. Plus, that lingering feeling of unease has yet to leave.
Putting down her bag, she took the gun out.
The gun could load ten charms at a time, so she loaded ten.
After installing her charm bullets, she took out her kitchen knife and hid it in her sleeve, and she kept the statue close to her.
After waiting for some time, the sense of uneasiness grew stronger. Just as Lu Yibei was thinking about whether something happened to the headless girl, a thick fog appeared right ahead.
Immediately afterwards, a piercing wind blew, and a bloodied torso came into view, rushing towards her.
Her heart dropped, and she raised her gun, ready to shoot. However, seeing that the torso was headless, recognition flashed in her head.
Realising it was the headless girl, a faint voice whispered into her ear.
“Quick… run…”
