I Became a Witch in a World Full of Urban Legends

“Ow… that hurt…!”

Within the thick dust clouds, Lu Yibei rubbed her buttocks back and forth as she winced in pain.

Seeing that the woman with the strange birthmark lacerated across her face was able to magically move from the ground floor to the fourth floor, Yibei had already guessed that there might be something akin to a secret passage within the apartment.

However, never in a million years could she predict that Qin Dalin would dig out a large hole in the centre of the room. She was caught off guard as she started running on air, and she fell straight down.

Damn it… isn’t he afraid that he’ll fall into his own hole on accident? Stupid… she cursed in her heart as she supported herself by the wall. Standing up in the darkness, she began looking around.

The hole that she fell from was, indeed, a 90-degree vertical drop. The drop was about 3 to 4 meters high, and the hole itself was 1.5m long and 1m wide. It resembled the opening of a dry well, and it could easily allow for an adult human to fall through.

Sniffing, the pungent, putrid smell of blood seemed to gush out from the walls. With the cool draft that was blowing through the passage, the wind sounded as if it was whimpering, like it was trying to hold in its sobs.

Using her senses to confirm that the two presences were still upstairs, she found that they had stopped moving once they passed the threshold of Qin Dalin’s door. She then took out her phone and turned on her flashlight to illuminate her surroundings. Step-by-step, she explored the passage cautiously.

The surrounding concrete walls were darkened and damp, and she guessed that it might be due to the ambient moisture. Dried blood that appeared to be hastily mopped away stained the ground beneath her, and not far away was a wire that hung tattered, moldy clothes.