Chapter 139: Harmful
The overgrown weeds along the path of the fourth gate swayed gently with the wind.
On the deserted road, a petite girl squatted in the middle, holding a kitchen knife in one hand, looking expressionlessly at the head that was in her arms.
“I understand what it’s like to be a newly-turned urban legend. I was like you, too, so I relate to you. It only gets more difficult from here on out, so you should be wary.”
The girl couldn’t help but feel grateful that somebody as chatty as the witch before her would give her grace, even though she tried to rob said witch.
A witch who can understand her, talk with her, and not send her into the Night Division…
“Plus, there’s more to being an urban legend.”
Yibei’s words were fading into the background, and the girl’s eyes landed on the kitchen knife now in Yibei’s hand.
The memory of her throat being cut and her head severed kept resurfacing, and she couldn’t help but burst into tears.
In the darkness, there were swift sounds of a knife cutting something.