As she spoke, Yibei thought about the urban legend involving a camera that was mentioned in the urban legend forum not long ago.
‘Is there a connection? Should I…’
He brushed his thoughts off: if the chat group was to be investigated by the Night Division, then whatever urban legend platform was mentioned by Gu Qianqian would probably vanish.
Weighing the situation, he planned on getting more information from Sixian but found that she was talking about another thing now.
“Speaking of the benefits of becoming a real Night Division member, I obtained runes that don’t contain any special abilities. Isn’t that crazy? I think it’s a blessing in disguise!”
‘What is she talking about? Forget it; I need to go back and investigate the chat group more to confirm Sixian’s findings on the urban legend involving a camera.’
Perhaps it was because Du Sixian had experienced so much recently; hence, she felt that Yibei was a kindred spirit that she could confide in.
“Plus, the benefits I got were amazing! It’s…”
“Wait!” he interrupted. “Don’t tell me. I’m just a part-time worker. I don’t want to know too much.”
In reality, it was because he knew everything that Du Sixian was about to say, thanks to their shared dreamscape.
Despite this, he found that the Sixian in the real world was much more pleasant than the Sixian in the dreamscape.
Besides, he was protecting himself. If Sixian accidentally says too much and doesn’t have the authority to hear it, he may be investigated.
The Night Division has yet to find its mark on her body, but that doesn’t mean that they will never find it, and one day, they will inevitably run into each other.
‘She’s still too young,’ he pitied.
As they talked, he swiftly changed the topic from the Night Division to her own hobbies, and she started to babble away once again.
Did she really think joining the Night Division was a good idea? He thought. ‘I feel like most do so unwillingly—if you don’t know about urban legends, you wouldn’t know about the Night Division.’
‘Being a helpful member of society is great, but… I’m just so bad at it!’
At the very least, he is self-aware. He knows that if he were to be captured as a war criminal, he wouldn’t be able to survive the torture and immediately betray his country.
That is if there is even a negotiation stage.
‘As expected, running away is always the best decision.’
Before lunch break was over, Sixian and Yibei chatted away about her hobbies, ranging from all of the weird stories she’s come up with to her notoriously viral videos.
‘How is she so eloquent both online and offline?’ he wondered.
After lunch, he escaped Sixian’s grasp on the pretext of afternoon classes. However, he did not return to the University and instead left.
‘I’m not trying to skip class; I just can’t focus because of all that junk information Sixian told me!’
Besides, everybody was busy preparing for the anniversary celebrations; nobody was in class anyway, so he was sure his lecturers wouldn’t notice.
Leaving Gate No. 4, he took the bus and headed straight towards the market.
Although Jumeng’s act of syphoning his funds made him extremely angry, he needed to appease her somehow.
‘The easiest way to somebody’s heart is through their stomach!’
Plus, Jumeng is an urban legend herself. Once her condition stabilises, he will be able to ask her for the money back.
The first step in gathering wool is to raise a sheep well.
He sat in the bus and leaned against the window, watching as the speeding scenery outside the window receded.
When the bus passed by the museum, his eyes swept across the various sculptures in front of the museum and the tourists who were taking photos with the camera. He immediately thought of the urban legend with the camera.
‘Damn it, I was so distracted by Sixian’s stories that I forgot to check the chat group!’
He hurriedly fished for his mobile phone and opened the forums but was shocked to find that the chat group had vanished.
There was no notification that he was kicked out of the chat group, nor were there any prompts that the chat group was deleted.
Blaming it on his cheap phone, he turned his phone off and on and logged onto the forums through a browser, but sure enough, there was no chat group, as if it had never existed in the first place.
‘Could it be that they know the Night Division is lurking on the forums and decide to jump ship as soon as possible?’
The bus had arrived at his destination, and he shrugged as he put his phone away and scrambled off the bus.
‘Jiangli is still investigating the chat groups with Sixian’s help. I shouldn’t worry about it for now. If anything, I need to sneak back into the bamboo scroll’s realm and rescue Gu Qianqian.’
The market in the afternoon was always deserted; walking out of the bus, the air was turbid and rotten.
The walkway, although not littered with sewage and debris, was still stained by the remnants of them.
The stalls on either side of the walkway were filled with meat and vegetables that were no longer fresh, and the vendors were nestled underneath the shade, lying on their benches as they took a nap or giggled at their phones.
This is no surprise; once peak hours are over, a place will immediately lose all of its vitality. Even the flies hovering in the air seem lazy.
Walking through the walkway, he could feel his eyes burning ever so slightly—the turbid smell in the air, the sneaky whispers of shrimp and fish, the dark shadow that hovered in front of the butcher…
‘Can I eat these urban legends with no form?’ he wondered.
Knowledge truly is power. He found that, after reading through the Night Division Records, he always felt that he was a little bolder than before.
He stopped in front of the butcher, and the butcher put down his phone and put on his best sales attendant smile: “What do you want, kid? Ribs or meat? You can pick this piece if you want ribs.”
“Ah, no.” He shook his head and pointed to the meat shuffled into the corner. ‘I want that piece.’
“Are you sure? That piece is too thin,” the butcher advised. “You have to pick out the meat that has a perfect balance of fat and meat!”
Looking at the ribs pointed out by the butcher and then at the piece he wanted, the former had bright, supple flesh, while the one he picked out was dry, dull, and had a black shadow enveloping it.
Not fresh, he thought to himself. ‘There is no shadow surrounding the piece he picked out, so it must have been left out here for at least a day! How did he make it look so fresh?’
He expressionlessly looked back at the butcher coupled with disgusted eyes and pointed at his original selection: “I want that meat, please.”
He swore he heard the butcher scoff and curse under his breath. It seems like he didn’t fall for his trick.
‘I bet advanced mathematics won’t help you pick groceries,’ he boasted inwardly.
However, judging by his current knowledge, it seems that knowledge from the Night Division Records was useful when buying groceries.
Wandering around the market, he bought a few ingredients to cook with and was about to leave when suddenly, an ominous feeling rose in his heart.
Looking around him, his eyes landed on another butcher, where he had seen a dismembered person before, and he called on An Qing to help investigate.
In An Qing’s words, this stall had been closed for a long time, but now it was half-opened, and through his warm eyes, he could vaguely see disturbing shadows that scurried through the stall.
“It’s open?”
As she spoke, Yibei thought about the urban legend involving a camera that was mentioned in the urban legend forum not long ago.
‘Is there a connection? Should I…’
He brushed his thoughts off: if the chat group was to be investigated by the Night Division, then whatever urban legend platform was mentioned by Gu Qianqian would probably vanish.
Weighing the situation, he planned on getting more information from Sixian but found that she was talking about another thing now.
“Speaking of the benefits of becoming a real Night Division member, I obtained runes that don’t contain any special abilities. Isn’t that crazy? I think it’s a blessing in disguise!”
‘What is she talking about? Forget it; I need to go back and investigate the chat group more to confirm Sixian’s findings on the urban legend involving a camera.’
Perhaps it was because Du Sixian had experienced so much recently; hence, she felt that Yibei was a kindred spirit that she could confide in.
“Plus, the benefits I got were amazing! It’s…”
“Wait!” he interrupted. “Don’t tell me. I’m just a part-time worker. I don’t want to know too much.”
In reality, it was because he knew everything that Du Sixian was about to say, thanks to their shared dreamscape.
Despite this, he found that the Sixian in the real world was much more pleasant than the Sixian in the dreamscape.
Besides, he was protecting himself. If Sixian accidentally says too much and doesn’t have the authority to hear it, he may be investigated.
The Night Division has yet to find its mark on her body, but that doesn’t mean that they will never find it, and one day, they will inevitably run into each other.
‘She’s still too young,’ he pitied.
As they talked, he swiftly changed the topic from the Night Division to her own hobbies, and she started to babble away once again.
Did she really think joining the Night Division was a good idea? He thought. ‘I feel like most do so unwillingly—if you don’t know about urban legends, you wouldn’t know about the Night Division.’
‘Being a helpful member of society is great, but… I’m just so bad at it!’
At the very least, he is self-aware. He knows that if he were to be captured as a war criminal, he wouldn’t be able to survive the torture and immediately betray his country.
That is if there is even a negotiation stage.
‘As expected, running away is always the best decision.’
Before lunch break was over, Sixian and Yibei chatted away about her hobbies, ranging from all of the weird stories she’s come up with to her notoriously viral videos.
‘How is she so eloquent both online and offline?’ he wondered.
After lunch, he escaped Sixian’s grasp on the pretext of afternoon classes. However, he did not return to the University and instead left.
‘I’m not trying to skip class; I just can’t focus because of all that junk information Sixian told me!’
Besides, everybody was busy preparing for the anniversary celebrations; nobody was in class anyway, so he was sure his lecturers wouldn’t notice.
Leaving Gate No. 4, he took the bus and headed straight towards the market.
Although Jumeng’s act of syphoning his funds made him extremely angry, he needed to appease her somehow.
‘The easiest way to somebody’s heart is through their stomach!’
Plus, Jumeng is an urban legend herself. Once her condition stabilises, he will be able to ask her for the money back.
The first step in gathering wool is to raise a sheep well.
He sat in the bus and leaned against the window, watching as the speeding scenery outside the window receded.
When the bus passed by the museum, his eyes swept across the various sculptures in front of the museum and the tourists who were taking photos with the camera. He immediately thought of the urban legend with the camera.
‘Damn it, I was so distracted by Sixian’s stories that I forgot to check the chat group!’
He hurriedly fished for his mobile phone and opened the forums but was shocked to find that the chat group had vanished.
There was no notification that he was kicked out of the chat group, nor were there any prompts that the chat group was deleted.
Blaming it on his cheap phone, he turned his phone off and on and logged onto the forums through a browser, but sure enough, there was no chat group, as if it had never existed in the first place.
‘Could it be that they know the Night Division is lurking on the forums and decide to jump ship as soon as possible?’
The bus had arrived at his destination, and he shrugged as he put his phone away and scrambled off the bus.
‘Jiangli is still investigating the chat groups with Sixian’s help. I shouldn’t worry about it for now. If anything, I need to sneak back into the bamboo scroll’s realm and rescue Gu Qianqian.’
The market in the afternoon was always deserted; walking out of the bus, the air was turbid and rotten.
The walkway, although not littered with sewage and debris, was still stained by the remnants of them.
The stalls on either side of the walkway were filled with meat and vegetables that were no longer fresh, and the vendors were nestled underneath the shade, lying on their benches as they took a nap or giggled at their phones.
This is no surprise; once peak hours are over, a place will immediately lose all of its vitality. Even the flies hovering in the air seem lazy.
Walking through the walkway, he could feel his eyes burning ever so slightly—the turbid smell in the air, the sneaky whispers of shrimp and fish, the dark shadow that hovered in front of the butcher…
‘Can I eat these urban legends with no form?’ he wondered.
Knowledge truly is power. He found that, after reading through the Night Division Records, he always felt that he was a little bolder than before.
He stopped in front of the butcher, and the butcher put down his phone and put on his best sales attendant smile: “What do you want, kid? Ribs or meat? You can pick this piece if you want ribs.”
“Ah, no.” He shook his head and pointed to the meat shuffled into the corner. ‘I want that piece.’
“Are you sure? That piece is too thin,” the butcher advised. “You have to pick out the meat that has a perfect balance of fat and meat!”
Looking at the ribs pointed out by the butcher and then at the piece he wanted, the former had bright, supple flesh, while the one he picked out was dry, dull, and had a black shadow enveloping it.
Not fresh, he thought to himself. ‘There is no shadow surrounding the piece he picked out, so it must have been left out here for at least a day! How did he make it look so fresh?’
He expressionlessly looked back at the butcher coupled with disgusted eyes and pointed at his original selection: “I want that meat, please.”
He swore he heard the butcher scoff and curse under his breath. It seems like he didn’t fall for his trick.
‘I bet advanced mathematics won’t help you pick groceries,’ he boasted inwardly.
However, judging by his current knowledge, it seems that knowledge from the Night Division Records was useful when buying groceries.
Wandering around the market, he bought a few ingredients to cook with and was about to leave when suddenly, an ominous feeling rose in his heart.
Looking around him, his eyes landed on another butcher, where he had seen a dismembered person before, and he called on An Qing to help investigate.
In An Qing’s words, this stall had been closed for a long time, but now it was half-opened, and through his warm eyes, he could vaguely see disturbing shadows that scurried through the stall.
“It’s open?”
