I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

While he was wandering around the store, Fu Er lit Bai Kai a cigarette, and the two of them smoked while chatting, attempting to get some useful information out of each other.

Fu Er wanted to know about Yibei, and Bai Kai wanted to know about urban legends that lurked in the area.

They both were cunning, but as they tried to weave information out of each other, they ended up chatting about their own matters instead.

Bai Kai, shameless as he is, talked about the women with extremely beautiful figures in his life, while Fu Er rambled about the dirty money he obtained from his business without shifting his face.

After several back-and-forth conversations, the floor was littered with scraps of moral integrity.

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Examining the crystal bottle carefully, Yibei frowned. He could basically confirm that the contents of the bottle were the same liquid that seeped out of him whenever he transformed.

And if it can be used for sale in a ghost market, that means it must be a good thing, and if he could sell it every single day, it is a very good thing—no, it is the best!

I just don’t know if…