Chapter 67): Midnight

Chapter 67): Midnight

Du Sixian was sleeping soundly; her oval face had a hint of baby fat, with some light freckles dusted over her face. She could easily attract the attention of people if she were to walk on the street.

But Lu Yibei could only focus on the mark on her forehead.

The mark on Du Sixians forehead seemed to contain strange magic.

How do I explain this to her? Oh, I accidentally turned on you, so you belong to me now?

This was strangely like the plot of a harem novel. She wouldnt be surprised if she called the police.

And once the police are contacted, the Night Division will be alerted, and they will soon follow the bread trail leading towards her.

Even though shes marked, it doesnt mean I can control her, right? Yibei gulped.

Staring at the mark, Yibei bit her fingers and paced back and forth restlessly.

At that moment, as if her brain had suddenly twitched, she leaned forward and pressed against Du Sixians forehead, rubbing the mark violently.

The street lamp not far away gulped as it saw the commotion not far away, as its tongue caught the moths attracted to its light, attempting to ignore the two girls.

Is this how witches treat their servants? it gulped.

Bah!

Lu Yibei fell backwards and saw puffs of white smoke escaping from Du Sixians now warm forehead.

And she woke up.

Yibeis body trembled slightly as she took a few steps back, quickly hiding her cell phone behind her back.

Sixian opened her eyes, looking at the surrounding environment in a daze.

At midnight, the deserted street was illuminated by strange street lamps.

Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar scenery before her, Sixian was visibly confused before realising that she had already left the campus.

I-Im alive!

She was still apprehensive about Lu Yibei back on campus, but seeing that she was safe, all her doubts about Yibei were eliminated.

Strange. Cant she see the mark?

In the corner of Huacheng, a group of buildings were clustered together, like a group of giants that loomed over the city.

Only one window emitted a warm, yellow light.

The layout of this particular room was not much different from other units: ten square metres, a desk near the window, some books related to urban legends, a computer, and simple broadcasting equipment.

Zhang Shan sat by his desk as he smoked, whispering a story into the microphone with a charming voice.

Did all of you miss me? Let me tell you a story about a strange incident that occurred to a taxi driver friend of mine.

Zhang Shan picked up the script he had just written after returning home, and a smile of revenge appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It begins on a dark and windy night. He was doing his final rounds around the city when he received a strange passenger.

He glanced at his computer screen and read the comments from the corner of his eyes.

[Could the friend you mentioned be yourself?]

[Is this story true?]

[Its true, btw, that I was the passenger.]

[Can I see your feet?]

Reading the comments, he was glad that his audience was engaged. As he approached the microphone to continue the story, the phone on his table vibrated.

My bad, I need to answer a call, he said.

Excuse me! If its convenient, could you come to pick me up at the intersection below Shihekou High School?

Lu Yibeis voice came from the phone, accompanied by waves of electromagnetic interference.

After hearing the familiar voice on the phone, Zhang Shan froze.

D-does she know I was talking about her?

At this moment, he felt as if a pair of invisible eyes were boring into his soul.