I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

She could feel the strong malice laced within their words.

They know I’m not a villager. They know I’m not from here.

The soft rainfall seemed to gradually turn violent, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly. With each breath she exhaled, she was visibly cold.

The snake-like tendrils behind the Old Ladies began to move as the rain poured; the Old Ladies drifted closer and closer, surrounding her and observing her. Their pale and thin faces almost touched her own.

And she could smell the stench emanating from them.

It was terrifyingly cold and strangely quiet. Yibei didn’t dare to move a single inch.

Something seemed to itch at the back of her mind—something dirty, unclean—was awakening beyond the endless mountains, approaching this village with its evil aura.

Hurry up! What do I do? Do I fight? I can feel it. Something’s coming!