I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

At half past four in the morning, on the opposite side of the city,

A new moon emerged from the dark clouds, and the ancient house hidden in the night revealed a dilapidated appearance.

Under the layers of ivy and vines was a wall that had already peeled off. The courtyard was scattered with dead leaves behind an iron gate that was full of rust. The old and sparsely maintained fountain had already dried up, and the stone carvings of gryphons on both sides of the fountain were cracked and shattered.

The building was eerily gloomy.

This is the Amber House, located on the outskirts of Huacheng. It used to belong to a wealthy businessman, but he committed suicide due to bankruptcy. Rumours that it was a haunted house gradually spread, and it was soon abandoned.

Up until now, nobody knew that there were still people living in this house.

It now belongs to a young girl named Jiangli.

Jiangli slept soundly on the rose-coloured bed in the depths of the house.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a few beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.