Chapter 312 – Witches’ Late-Night Chat

No matter how much Mo Lan and the others enjoyed them, none of them could eat very many. Of the twenty-odd bird wings they’d roasted, most ended up in Vasida’s stomach.

This was also the slowest she’d ever eaten since awakening the Devouring Stomach.

With every bite, she couldn’t help but want to savor it properly. Wolfing food down was absolutely the greatest waste of good cuisine.

When they finished eating, without Mo Lan even needing to remind her, Vasida carefully stored away the remaining wings from her share, resolving to eat only one at a time in the future—no, half of one!

Alba looked with regret at the light orbs, most of which had already gone out. The roasted bird wings had been so delicious that she’d had no energy to pay attention to anything else. The light orbs she’d prepared had basically served no purpose at all.

“It’s getting late. The grass is getting damp, and there’s no humidity-regulating magic circle in the valley. Let’s go inside!”

Mo Lan called out contentedly.

“It really is getting late. Let’s rest early—we still need to set off for Sylph’s home tomorrow!” Vasida said. “Oh, by the way, is it okay if we lay out sleeping bags in the living room?”

“Sleeping bags? All of you, get in bed and sleep!” Mo Lan said.

The bed she’d painstakingly sculpted was made precisely for this day!

Vasida and the others hadn’t been upstairs to see the bedroom yet. Hearing this, they couldn’t help but wonder: “What kind of bed can fit six people?”

“Go see for yourselves and you’ll know.” Mo Lan led them to the bedroom.

At the bedroom door, five faces went slack with shock: “What an enormous bed!”

“This single bed of yours is about the size of my entire house,” Alba said.

Iris didn’t dare speak. Her home was actually smaller than Mo Lan’s bed—just barely enough room for a small bed and her kitchen card.

“It’s so big, there’s enough room for all of us to roll around on it!” Vasida said.

“Such an enormous quilt—no wonder I noticed you’d planted quite a few cotton trees, Moira!” Sylph said.

“What made you think of making such a huge bed? Could you ever actually use it?” Cheryl found it rather inconceivable. Could it be that Moira’s sleeping posture was…

“Don’t overthink it!” Mo Lan said irritably. “It was purely so more people could sleep in it. See? Isn’t it being put to use tonight?”

“Hurry, hurry! Cleaning spell bath, then into bed!” Mo Lan urged.

Sylph quietly took a step back and whispered to Vasida: “I don’t know why, but I have a bad feeling about this.”

“To be honest, so do I!” Vasida agreed.

Half an hour later, having snuggled up beside each witch companion one by one from the head of the bed to the foot, Mo Lan felt her life had reached its Peak!

“Moira, with a bed this big, do we really have to be squeezed this close together?” Sylph asked.

When they’d explored the Inner Region together before, she hadn’t noticed Moira having this particular habit!

“If we sleep too far apart, we can’t hear each other talk! It’s witches’ late-night chat time. So, have any of you ever heard of ghosts?” Mo Lan lowered her voice conspiratorially.

“Ghosts? You mean the naughty kind that steal candy?” Vasida asked.

“No, I mean the souls left behind after the physical body dies. Hmm, similar to the specters of Valen, but not spiritual creatures formed from partial soul energy—rather, spiritual creatures formed from complete souls. Ordinary attacks can barely harm them,” Mo Lan explained.

“Oh! I know about those. My mother can’t stand specters—they’re way too weak,” Vasida said.

“What I’m talking about are Earth’s specters—that is to say, ghosts. They’re an extremely terrifying type of creature.” As Mo Lan spoke, she fished out the wand from under her pillow and lowered the bed curtains.

For telling ghost stories, the atmosphere had to be just right.

As Mo Lan narrated, the six little witches on the enormous bed huddled tightly together, holding their breath. Cheryl and Vasida, sleeping on the outer edges, silently scooted toward the middle.

Vasida asked: “Moira, is the space under your bed… hollow?”

“Of course! Be careful of the ghost under the bed… it might grab your ankle!” Mo Lan started softly, then suddenly raised her voice.

“Aah!” Vasida instantly curled up against Sylph’s side, half-climbing onto her, making Sylph cry out in pain and suck in a sharp breath.

Cheryl silently tucked her exposed feet back under the covers. According to Moira, blankets possessed a mysterious protective power that could ward off ghosts and monsters.

“Alright, that was the under-the-bed ghost. Next, let me tell you about the bathroom ghost!” Mo Lan continued on.

She blended Earth ghost stories with Valen’s horror tales, adding a touch of artistic embellishment.

Once again came the familiar buildup, followed by the sudden appearance of a terrifying ghost.

The little witches huddled together in a ball, scared yet unable to stop themselves from straining their ears to keep listening.

They truly had no idea how Mo Lan’s voice could be so vivid and cinematic. They didn’t know whether to keep their eyes open or shut—it was just too frightening.

“It’s over, it’s over. I’ll never dare look in a mirror at night again!” Alba said, her head buried under the covers.

“At least no one has ever died at the Witch Academy, so there are no ghosts,” Sylph said.

Hearing this, Vasida suddenly perked up: “That’s right! Those are Earth ghosts. In our Valen, we only have specters, and a tiny bit of magical energy is enough to have them rolling on the ground. They’re not scary at all!”

“Wait! Moira, I remember that the world from your past life had no magic, right?” Iris also had an epiphany. “If that’s the case, how did the humans on Earth defend against ghosts?”

“Yeah!” Sylph chimed in. “Don’t tell me Earth’s humans went extinct because of that? And because the planet lost its intelligent beings, its consciousness was on the verge of dissipating, which is why your soul traveled to Valen to reincarnate?”

“Um, do you all not realize these are ghost stories?” Mo Lan asked, bewildered.

“So what if they’re stories?” Sylph said, confused.

“Stories are mostly made up—they’re fiction! There aren’t actually any ghosts on Earth. Earthlings just made them up,” Mo Lan said.

The five little witches who had been trembling with fear: “!!!”

In their Valen, the plots of stories might be fictional, but the creatures in them absolutely existed in reality.

“Moira! Did you scare us on purpose?!”

Sylph and Iris locked Mo Lan down from the left and right, while Vasida, Alba, and Cheryl threw off the covers:

“How dare you! You scared us half to death, and it was all made up!”

Mo Lan hurried to salvage the situation: “I can only guarantee there are no ghosts on Earth, and no ghosts in Valen. As for other worlds, I really couldn’t say. After all, there are so many other worlds out there, right? Who knows—maybe Sorceress predecessors have encountered them, or even brought back one or two as souvenirs!”

“Aah!” She successfully scared the little witches back under the covers again.

Mo Lan couldn’t help but laugh: “Hahaha! With a wand in hand, there’s nothing to fear. Worst case, just blast them with magic—what’s there to be scared of!”

“Moira! You’re talking nonsense again!”

In the end, Mo Lan still couldn’t escape Vasida and the others’ retaliation.

But to her, no real harm was done. Having told ghost stories and thoroughly spooked her friends, she went to sleep perfectly content.

The remaining five little witches lay curled up under the covers, ghost stories flashing through their minds, seized by the urge to drag the culprit back out and give her another thrashing!