Fake Witch Ch.11

Chapter 11: Page 2 of “The Witch’s Code”

Su Mu stayed at the library until evening before returning home.

By coincidence, she encountered the girl from that night again in front of the elevator.

This time, the girl was wearing a black dress, and her long hair, which reached her waist, was braided into two pigtails that hung in front of her shoulders.

The girl wasn’t wearing a mask, revealing her beautiful face. Her skin was excessively pale, almost to the point of looking unhealthy.

Seeing Su Mu, the girl was a bit surprised and greeted her with a smile, “Hi, what a coincidence.”

Su Mu nodded, “It is quite a coincidence. Good evening.”

“Good evening,” the girl replied as she walked into the elevator.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Su Mu, as usual, pressed the button for the seventh floor. The girl didn’t press any button.

After getting out of the elevator, Su Mu looked back at the changing floor numbers and noticed that the girl got off on the sixth floor.

This girl seemed very distant. Even though they had met twice, she showed no intention of introducing herself.

She was also very cautious. The sixth floor was likely not her actual residence.

Su Mu’s eyes flickered slightly. Then, she took the stairs and went home.

Upon opening the door, she was first greeted by the “meow meow” of Xiao Bu.

“Good evening,” Su Mu said softly.

“Meow meow meow~!”

Su Mu closed the curtains and called out in her mind, “System.”

The system didn’t respond, but it clearly understood Su Mu’s intention. After a flash of white light, several items appeared in Su Mu’s room:

A box of rat-tail incense sticks, a 5*5cm European-style white candle, and a box of white crystals.

Although these items could be purchased in the real world, they gave off an inexplicably mysterious feeling.

Su Mu didn’t know what they were for, but she wasn’t in a hurry to find out. Instead, she first took out the “Witch’s Code” and began to read the next page.

On the blank page, a golden light flashed, revealing the text.

The second page still contained only one piece of information:

[Please remember the Threefold Rule: If you cast a curse with malicious intent, it will rebound threefold upon yourself.]

Su Mu felt nothing in particular. Although she had threatened Meng Nian with a curse a couple of days ago, she wasn’t a real witch, so the curse was just a lie.

With her pale fingers, she turned the page to the back of the second page.

This side had actual content. At the top, the words “Moon Water” were written in large characters.

Su Mu read through the page, scanning the details of the Moon Water’s production method, effects, and the incantation.

Now, Su Mu finally knew what the pile of rewards on the table was for. But just knowing this wasn’t enough. She immediately went out to buy some things.

When she returned, Su Mu started trying to make Moon Water.

She lit the white candle, solidifying the magical power; burned the incense, purifying the glass cup; whispered the incantation, added water and white crystals; and prayed to the moonlight for blessings…

After a series of actions, a cup of water emitting a faint white light appeared on the table.

“Healing and purification?” Su Mu murmured, contemplating the effects of the Moon Water. She suddenly stood up, grabbed a fruit knife, and made a cut on her arm, drawing blood.

The blood slid down her arm, and Su Mu picked up the cup, carefully taking a small sip.

A subtle feeling emerged at the wound.

The blood dripped onto Su Mu’s fingers.

She decided to finish the water, tilting the glass cup so the white crystals at the bottom clinked against the glass, making a crisp sound.

A miraculous scene unfolded— a faint, almost invisible white light emanated from the wound on Su Mu’s arm, and then the wound slowly healed.

When the drop of blood hit the ground, the wound on Su Mu’s arm had completely vanished, without even a trace of pain.

At the same time, her body, which had not rested well for days, also felt lighter, as if something that had been weighing her down had disappeared.

Su Mu looked down at the drop of blood on the floor.

Although the cut was shallow, this drop of blood proved that she had indeed been injured just moments ago.

“Moon Water?” Su Mu lifted the glass cup, the pure crystals inside shimmering beautifully under the light.

The scent of the rat-tail incense lingered in the room, the white candle’s flame flickered warmly, and the sharp fruit knife was stained with red blood.

Everything felt dreamlike and unreal.

—So, witches truly exist in this world.

…

Thursday, the day before Witch Shanshan’s live stream.

Inside the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation.

In a hall that could accommodate a hundred people, the director stood at the front, displaying slides of Witch Shanshan’s live stream. Everyone in the audience looked serious.

Feng Sa, a newly recruited member, stood at the back.

A veteran who had been with the bureau for over a year quietly spoke to him:

“Don’t be fooled by the bureau’s grand name. In reality, there are no real paranormal events. Every time, it’s either a prank or a misunderstanding… What’s the point of having such a meeting? Whether Shanshan is real or fake, who can tell? We’ve never seen a real witch. It’s all subjective judgment!”

Feng Sa raised an eyebrow, “Senior, do you think Shanshan is real or fake?”

The veteran clicked his tongue, “What does my opinion matter? It’s what the higher-ups think that counts! We’re just low-level employees here.”

Feng Sa changed his question, “So, senior, in all your time here, have you never encountered a real paranormal event?”

The middle-aged man scoffed, “No, ghosts and gods are like legends. Encountering them would be a miracle! Every time we investigate, it always turns out to be a human prank.”

“Senior, can you tell me about some past cases?” Feng Sa asked, a bit disheartened.

Hearing the bureau’s name, he had expected something grand and prestigious.

But it turned out that the Bureau of Paranormal Investigation was just a nominal entity created to address ghostly and supernatural matters?

When it came to this topic, the senior had a lot to vent about, but when he looked up, he met the director’s gaze and instantly stiffened, falling silent.

The director’s gaze was too sharp, making Feng Sa feel a bit nervous as well. He quickly sat up straight, assuming a posture of serious attention.

The director let out a cold laugh and looked away.

He paused the slideshow and spoke loudly, “Everyone knows why we are having this meeting today. We must pay extra attention to the matter of the witch. Shanshan’s fame is growing, and the guild has noticed and reported it to us. So, during Shanshan’s live broadcast tomorrow, we need to determine whether she is real or fake…”

Guild?

Feng Sa silently noted this unfamiliar term.

The director continued his lengthy speech, finally concluding, “Based on my observation, Shanshan is likely a fake witch.”

Feng Sa couldn’t hold back, “Director, why?”

To him, Shanshan seemed genuinely real!

The director shot him a cold glance, “There’s no why. You’re a newcomer, what do you know?”

An important figure sitting in the front row also stood up, “The director is right. Shanshan is probably a fake, but since it concerns a witch, we still need to confirm it. Tomorrow’s live stream requires our utmost attention.”

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