I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

Lu Yibei walked along the path pointed out by the old woman; it wound through old cottages like the tentacles of some kind of monster piercing through a ship. There were forks that broke into many different roads.

He could faintly hear music from a funeral, but he couldn’t tell where it was coming from.

He could smell the burning of paper money, but he couldn’t find the source either. Perhaps it was behind the doors of these creepy-looking cottages.

There were alleys that extended far away, and he couldn’t tell where they led.

If you are somebody curious, you will forget the old lady’s words and go down these alleys, and perhaps you’ll lose yourself in this tiny suburb.

I’m built differently, though. You could put the prettiest stripper down this alley, and I would still walk forward. I’m focused. Poised.

…

Ten minutes later, he found the slaughterhouse at the foot of a mountain.

The walls surrounding the slaughterhouse towered over him. Beyond the walls, he could only see the rusty iron roof of the slaughterhouse.