I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

The air was full of the stench of rotten blood, and Lu Yibei sat in the dark, ruined temple, casting a spell on the old man’s unrecognisable corpse.

He had almost completely transformed into something terrifying had she not killed him. With a snap of her fingers, red flames rolled over his body, and blazing fire rose up.

Staring at the fire, she gathered all the information in her head.

The mountain sacrifice should be the sacrificial ceremony next to that giant pit, so what is the river sacrifice that he mentioned? And he also said that god didn’t want to be released, so why did he ask me for help when I first entered this realm?

In her opinion, the old man’s words seemed more credible.

Before he died, he regarded Yibei as his god. Generally, a person would not lie to a god.

The fire gradually burned out, and darkness rolled back into the temple. The Witch gathered his remaining ashes and wrapped them in a coarse cloth. Leaving the main hall, she carefully tied the cloth together and placed it in her guitar bag.