Volume 2, Chapter 47 (Chapter 85): Curse

“Don’t you want to come with me? The trajectory of your life will change forever!”

An Qing smiled at Du Sixian, giving her an offer she could, in fact, refuse.

Sixian shook her head firmly.

From the moment the strange woman sat down beside her, Sixian could feel a powerful aura radiating from her.

A strange aura of death, similar to the auras she felt at the hospital.

Although An Qing had the image of a provocative, seductive big sister,

Her aura of death made her seem like a corpse to Sixian.

“Ah,” An Qing sighed. “I’m not made for this.”

It’s natural; newly-born psychic users will feel sceptical of their surroundings.

It was no surprise that Sixian would refuse her offer.

However, she was confident that Sixian would come crawling back to them.

Sooner or later, thanks to her psychic fluctuations, she’ll encounter a terrifying urban legend, and she’ll come skittering back to the Night Division looking for help.

An Qing reached into her white coat, producing a cigarette, and hurriedly reached into another pocket and took out something, stuffing it into Sixian’s hand.

“Here, this is for you. Don’t lose it.”

Looking at the business card in her hand that had the symbol of an owl, Sixian looked at An Qing strangely.

“My contact information is on the card.” An Qing smiled. “Gradually, you’ll run into some strange things. If you are ever in danger, call the number, and I’ll be there within 20 minutes.”

Du Sixian froze for a moment, then looked at the card again in a new light.

It was a pitch-black business card with a strange, leathery texture. It wasn’t like an ordinary business card; it seemed to radiate a peculiar power.

On the front of the business card, An Qing’s name and contact information were printed in gold text, and on the back of the business card was the owl symbol of the Night Division.

Just who is this woman? Sixian thought, looking up to study An Qing, only to realise that she had vanished.

That strange woman, An Qing, came and went like the autumn wind.

“She seems powerful,” Sixian muttered. “Not as powerful as my mistress, though, right?”

‘After all, she’s the one who saved me from hundreds of urban legends in that school!’

‘Mistress, where are you?’

Lu Yibei was sitting in the classroom of the Arts and Science Building; his eyelids were fighting, his head was like an anvil, and a notebook was scrawled out in dizzying handwriting irrelevant to the course’s content.

The content is as follows:

[Daydream: Loves to dance, proficient in jazz dances. (Didn’t work out for me)

Brazil: Loves football. (Now good at football but rejected by the club)

Pharoah: A playboy who escapes psychological trauma by picking up girls (Does this even apply to me?)

Bright: Top student specialising in history (And she’s beneficial for me too!)

(Not only does her professional knowledge intersect with mine, but I was even able to collect knowledge about special warding charms from her memories!)]

‘Perhaps I could buy some materials and try making them on my own,’ he daydreamed.

The middle-aged female professor spoke with a frequency that could only induce sleep in all of her students.

As he sorted out the cores’ knowledge in his notebook, he found himself hit with a wave of drowsiness, and his handwriting soon wandered off from his notebook to his desk and…

He woke up again.

‘My eyes…’

Something was watching him.

It disappeared as soon as he woke up, but the feeling of eyes on him lingered like a chill.

Strong resentment lingered on his spine, but that gaze didn’t seem malicious.

Looking outside the window with the afternoon sun shining upon him, he frowned.

‘This is not a good sign.’

‘It’s been a while since somebody was targeting me.’

The best option was to inform the Night Division since he is currently human.

All he needed to do was tell them that he was being watched, but…

He felt the itch to try making some of Bright’s charms. If it didn’t work, he could easily run to the Night Division for help.

He scrawled through Bright’s memories and scribbled the materials needed in his notebook.

Talisman of Wings… Materials needed: 5g gold.

‘Gold? No wonder Bright couldn’t make these on her own!’

Maybe… I can face it head-on instead! He thought. ‘Wait, it could be more powerful than me…’

Staring at the other charms, he frowned and cut them out one by one due to cost issues or the difficulty of obtaining the materials, only to land on the final one.

“Cheap and safe… It’s up to you, Charm of Spring Winds!”