Volume 2, Chapter 62 (Chapter 100): Charms

After Lu Xu fainted, Lu Yibei and Professor Ma froze for a few seconds before helping him up and rushing him to the hospital.

The dormitory fell silent, leaving only the faint fragrance to tell the tale of what transpired in the room.

The bright sunshine poured into the room, but it distorted slightly as the wind blew, refracting off something invisible.

A gust of wind poured into the room once again and accompanied by the breeze, a girl in blue landed in the centre of the room.

She stood still, her face hidden behind the mask she wore. Looking around, she found a charred piece of wood devoid of any energy.

“Right here,” the girl muttered, picking up the charm. The wood of the charm was not completely scorched, and the spell could still be vaguely discerned.

The girl toyed with the charm, and a playful smile appeared on her face.

Earlier, she was lying on the roof of the library once again to look out for the Witch that studies at the University of Lin Yiqi.

At this moment, a strange wave of psychic energy washed over the University. There were hundreds of waves of psychic energy that washed over the University on a daily basis, so she paid those no mind, but…

This specific wave of energy felt familiar. She felt as if she needed to check it out.

“Unexpectedly, there are still people who remember how to make this charm, but…”

“Which fool used the core of an urban legend to make the charm?” she shouted as she sniffed the charm.

“How interesting! I can’t wait to see which genius is responsible for making this.”

And just like that, she was gone with the wind.

The lingering wind swept up the remaining charms off the floor, and all that remained were cherry blossom petals that fluttered in the room.

In the hospital.

Lu Yibei bit his fingernails.

Because of the urgency of the current situation, he left all of his charms in the room. He hoped nobody would notice them, but he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

‘Ah, maybe I shouldn’t have helped Professor Ma.’

A doctor came out of the emergency room, and Professor Ma hurriedly went up to him.

“Hu, how is my student?”

Hearing the conversation between Professor Ma and the doctor, Yibei immediately pricked up his ears and leaned closer to eavesdrop.

“Lack of sleep and lack of nutrients lead to bad tempers and the tendency to hurt others; excessive excitement is reported too… If it wasn’t for the completely normal drug report, I would have thought that he was high on cocaine.”

Professor Ma was speechless for a while and glanced at Lu Yibei calmly, while Lu Yibei turned his back, looked at the ceiling, and whistled expressionlessly.

Seeing this, Professor Ma looked away helplessly and smiled apologetically at the doctor, saying, “That’s awful. Good thing we found him before anything bad happened to him.

Professor Ma promised to help keep this a secret, but it wasn’t like Yibei did anything bad either.

“He’s stable, for now. I suggest that he stay in the hospital so that we can monitor him, though I suspect that he may be suffering from night sickness. I suggest keeping a closer look on him.”

“Of course, of course…”

Once a person is diagnosed with night sickness, they are doomed as their world becomes entangled with the world of urban legends.

Fortunately, Professor Ma knew that Lu Xu did not have night sickness, but…

To him, it feels like he is suffering from something worse than night sickness.

“You can go and see him when he wakes up. For now, let him rest.”

“Okay, thank you, Hu.”

The doctor left, and Professor Ma trudged over to Lu Yibei.

“Yibei…”

Before Professor Ma finished speaking, Lu Yibei cut him off firmly: “I don’t know! I have nothing to do with this!”

As long as he insists that he doesn’t know anything, Professor Ma can’t do anything about it, and he can’t drag him over to the Night Division.

“Everyone has their own secrets; I get that. I’ll help you keep it a secret if that’s what concerns you,” Professor Ma said. “In fact, I want to tell you about the special engravings on the charms you made.”

Lu Yibei tilted his head to look at Professor Ma, quietly waiting for Professor Ma to continue.

Seeing this, Professor Ma straightened his messy hair and sat up. “Judging from the special characters on the charms, they should belong to the characters used by the ethnic group called Dongyi, from ancient times.”

Professor Ma spoke in a clear and concise manner, similar to how he would speak when he taught a class.

“I say that, but Dongyi is a broad concept; there are nine main types of Dongyi, which are Wanyi, Yuyi, Fangyi, Huangyi, Baiyi, Chiyi, Xuanyi, Feng Yi, and Yang Yi. Judging from the style of your writing, it should be Feng Yi.

Professor Ma is actually very good at lecturing, but relying entirely on his strictness does not allow students to study hard and listen to the knowledge.

The magnetic voice speaks eloquently, and the obviously boring content will cause feelings of drowsiness.

Hearing this, Lu Yibei nodded thoughtfully.

“Look up information on this. This will be your exam this semester.”

“Is that fine?”

“Yes. You have read through the textbook, haven’t you? Remember, no less than 10,000 words or your grades…

“…will be deducted. Got it?” Yibei rolled his eyes.

“As for the inscriptions, I roughly translated them.” The content is similar to a passage in the [Book of Rites]: Through the night, the divine sentence glows, and…”

Something itched at Yibei’s mind, and he hurriedly covered Professor Ma’s mouth.

“Stop talking right now, Professor. If you continue talking, something bad might happen.”

Professor Ma nodded but was visibly confused by his actions.

“Promise me that you’ll never say or think those strings of words again, and I’ll explain why.”

Professor Ma nodded again, and Lu Yibei calmed down. “Well, you know how the both of us are encountering… strange things? As a professor, you should know that gods are born of belief, and with these gods come powerful words that call out their name.”

Professor Ma stared at Yibei intently as he listened, only to let out a dry laugh.

“Hah! Yibei, aren’t you being a little superstitious? I am a man of science! Even though what we went through was unnatural, I have been researching this for many years. I read aloud many scriptures and ancient texts, and yet I am still here, right in front of you.”

‘It’s a miracle you’re alive!’ Yibei cursed inwardly. ‘All I did was mutter Zigu’s prayer a few times, and to this day, it’s still staring at me!’

Only then did it dawn on him that studying history meant encountering and learning about ancient entities. He suddenly felt that Bright was smarter than she was given credit for since she started making charms to protect herself from these strange entities.

“The occult may be special, but we have to believe in science too.”

“Got it, got it,” Yibei absentmindedly muttered, choosing to inch away from Professor Ma ever so slightly.

T/N: We’ve made it to chapter 100! I look forward to working on this novel for as long as I can.