**Chapter 40: The Recipe of the Siye Society**
In the early morning hours, the night sky began to settle.
In a secluded alley in the western district of Huacheng.
A stunningly beautiful woman with an alluring figure walked alone. Under the dim light, her bright red lips appeared especially vivid, as if stained with bl**d.
Beneath her fitted pink skirt, her long legs wrapped in black stockings were exposed, her steps swaying as though she were drunk.
“d*mn it, why are the side effects this strong? It’s clearly just a D-Rank Urban Legend. Is it because of the strong will during its lifetime?”
She shook her head, muttering to herself.
The side effects of consuming the core of an urban legend weren’t easy to digest, or rather, it’s impossible to digest it autonomously without external assistance.
With each urban legend consumed, their existence would completely merge with her body, continuously affecting the urban legend that devoured them until it went completely out of control.
Lost in thought, she suddenly looked up and saw a tall man in black standing at the end of the alley.
Noticing him, she steadied her voice and lightly flicked her arm, causing a rusty, bloodied crowbar to slip from her coat sleeve into her palm.
Immediately after, a rustling sound emerged from her thick long hair as a pair of fluffy rabbit ears slowly poked out, emanating a violent and bloody spirit energy fluctuation.
The man saw her reaction and, flustered, said, “Heh! Mr. Rabbit, oh no, Miss Rabbit, right? I… I finally found you.”
Why does he seem a bit shy? Is it because my appearance is too tempting? Miss Rabbit squinted her eyes, tightly gripping the crowbar as she warily scrutinized the figure ahead.
“Looking for me? What do you want from me?” Miss Rabbit asked while sensing the man’s spirit energy fluctuation, feeling a wave of shock.
What chaotic spirit energy! How can he not have gone insane with such chaos? Miss Rabbit wondered.
“Don’t get me wrong, don’t get me wrong!” Seeing that Miss Rabbit seemed to misunderstand his intentions, the man hurriedly waved his hands, “I’m not here to hunt; I’m…”
As he spoke, he hastily removed his outer garment and turned around, revealing a pitch-black sun totem on his back.
“Now you should know my intentions, right?”
Is he from the Solar Eclipse Society? Miss Rabbit felt a surge of panic.
Last time, she had caused the Cicada to be pursued by the Siye Society and had been attacked by the newly born Witch Urban Legend, her life hanging by a thread, and now, not long after, members of the Solar Eclipse Society had come knocking again.
Could it be… revenge?
Miss Rabbit thought, her vision began to blur, beads of sweat forming on her forehead as the side effects of consuming the core of the urban legend intensified.
It felt like a group of vengeful spirits were roaring and biting in her mind, trying to completely shatter her consciousness.
d*mn it, this isn’t the time to fight; I need to figure out how to escape!
With this thought, she discreetly distanced herself from the man ahead, while gathering her spirit energy in secret, preparing for a sudden outbreak to flee swiftly.
Noticing Miss Rabbit’s intention to escape, the man expressed his frustration, “d*mn it, when will the Cicada recover? I’m truly not skilled at negotiations.”
“Negotiations?” Miss Rabbit paused slightly at his words.
“Ah? Is that wrong? Is it… mating? Uh, movement, uh, pairing…”
Miss Rabbit, “？？？”
Although many urban legends go insane and become incoherent after endlessly consuming the core of an urban legend, I suspect you’re intentionally trying to GHS!
“Wait a moment, let me sort this out.”
As he spoke, the man held up one hand to Miss Rabbit while rummaging in his pants pocket with the other, pulling out a crumpled stack of sticky notes and studying them carefully.
“Right, it should be a trade, a joint action, accomplishing cooperation! Hmm, that’s what the elders say.”
“From your state, you must be nearing your limit, right? If you continue to consume like this, it won’t be long before your mind collapses.”
“Moreover, Mu Se is about to wake up, isn’t she?”
Reading straight from the sticky notes, the man’s words carried a hint of threat but were delivered in a completely bland manner.
Yet, still, his words touched on Miss Rabbit’s concerns.
She slightly furrowed her brow, one hand instinctively resting over her chest.
In the close pocket of her coat lay the core of the urban legend she had hunted that night; the man was correct, the continuous consumption had already begun to affect her sanity, and she was nearly at her limit.
In fact, Miss Rabbit had hunted two cores of urban legends that night but had only consumed one, stopping there, worrying that she might lose control.
This negative influence isn’t limited to low-tier urban legends; even for high-tier ones, consuming endlessly without taking the time to digest is dangerous.
Many beings referred to as “gods” possess unfathomable knowledge and terrifying power, yet their thoughts are chaotic and distorted, lacking a clear will.
She had seen and heard of too many newly born powerful urban legends that, driven by their strength, hunted endlessly, greedily devoured, succumbed to madness, and ultimately faced the outcome of being devoured themselves.
When facing the core of an urban legend, how many could resist the temptation of its readily available knowledge, abilities, and surging energy?
Moreover, the relationships among urban legends have always been murky; they would wish for each other’s swift demise, and even if they knew some taboos, they wouldn’t easily share them with one another.
That’s why she was confident she could snatch back the Witch’s Egg from that d*mn thief.
A lost mind enemy, no matter how strong, still holds the potential to be defeated.
After pondering for a long time, Miss Rabbit said seriously, “I’ve never quite understood your purpose in helping me; is it just a trade? I think it’s probably more than that, right?”
In this world, who conducts business and partners with someone, incurs losses, doesn’t seek to cut their losses, and actively persists in continuing the cooperation? Miss Rabbit thought.
“Uh… wait a moment.” The man momentarily lost his words, lowered his head to flip through the sticky notes in his hand, then read aloud.
“Got it, here! The people from the Siye Society might already be keeping an eye on us, and there are some actions we can’t directly participate in. Besides, everything we do is to seize a slight advantage when the long night falls.”
“Hmm, that’s exactly what the elders said.”
“……” Miss Rabbit rolled her eyes, scoffing, “Tch! Boring!”
With that, she turned away and continued forward; she had to leave.
She sensed that she was on the verge of losing control, and while the man was still amicably negotiating cooperation with her, she was certain that if she lost control, he would hunt her down mercilessly.
Moreover, her previous partner had also said similar things to her, but at that time their relationship was limited to equal trading, and she hadn’t taken other matters too seriously.
Now, hearing this phrase again, she still believed that the Solar Eclipse Society was a bunch of lunatics.
Even as an urban legend, she found it hard to believe that the day the sun went out would come within her lifetime.
“Wait!” Seeing Miss Rabbit about to leave, the man rushed a few steps forward, glancing down at the sticky notes, “Uh, uh, the Elders’ Council said, if you’re willing to cooperate with us, they will find a way to help you get the alchemical recipe to eliminate the side effects!”
Upon hearing this, Miss Rabbit paused, casting a suspicious glance back at the man, “Isn’t that recipe one of your Solar Eclipse Society’s biggest secrets? You actually want to tell me?”
“It’s not the Solar Eclipse Society’s recipe, it’s…” the man glanced at the sticky notes in his hand, a strange smile appearing on his face, “It’s the Siye Society’s recipe!”
