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Chapter 284: Big Head Stickers

The beheading witch didn't look too tall from a distance, but after walking in, Jiang Han realized that she was about the same height as his cram school teacher Cheng Yu.

The slender body also has streamlined muscles that are very unsuitable for a legal witch. She can lift a thick-edged vortex sword of about 1.6 meters with one hand. It probably feels a bit like the triangular head in Silent Hill!

Jiang Han's master Historia stood on tiptoe and patted her opponent's shoulder with her little paws. Only then did the guy notice that there were two short witches standing in front of him, and he lowered his head, with an expressionless expression on his face.

With a puzzled expression:

"Want to take a photoshoot with your little girlfriend?"

Historia put down her handbag in the safe deposit box next to her and chuckled:

"He's my apprentice, please post the photo for two people."

"The total is 10 yuan. Please come over here and sit down." The decapitator witch pushed over two sofa chairs covered with runes and soft red cushions.

When paying for Historia, Jiang Han asked curiously:

"Can a witch still survive after being beheaded? I have never seen this kind of... setting."

The beheader replied:

"Oh my God! Of course I can survive!"

The photographer witch also looked over, first called the beheading master to put the witch's head in place after taking the photo, and then said enthusiastically to Jiang Han:

"As long as you exercise, you can still survive even if your witch's head is cut off. Witch, isn't it amazing?"

This is not reasonable at all! Jiang Han pursed her lips, widened her eyes, and finally pouted, then narrowed her eyes a little more and stared at the photographer, noticing how he was dressed.

She was dressed like a single-breasted coat and a formal suit for a banquet, but she was wearing a short skirt, showing off her plump thighs and the peaks underneath that even formal clothes couldn't block. She also wore an exaggerated silk hat on her head.

, she looks like a witch from the Victorian era, and she also looks a bit Aryan.

Blonde hair, long eyelashes, and fair skin with blood vessels visible.

Snapped!

Jiang Han was startled by the sound of applause!

Turning his head, Historia was looking at him with a smile:

"You can't tell, she's still a little pervert."

"I didn't!" Jiang Han spoke louder, then puffed up his face, stuck out his tongue, looked away, and said in a low voice, "I didn't."

"It's not true if you say it's not." Historia is an old hermaphrodite, and she can make people laugh with just one sentence.

The photographer Witch covered her mouth and laughed so hard that her branches trembled wildly. The mountains and mountains seemed to have encountered a big earthquake.

Jiang Han's eyes unconsciously wanted to pass by, but before she could look past, the master caught her, dragged her to the sofa, and pushed her down.

The petite master clapped his hands:

"Sit down!"

Give me some mental preparation! Jiang Han grabbed the armrest of the sofa worriedly and felt a magical power pouring into his body.

It's like...as if I have eternal life!

The beheading master witch dragged the beheading sword over and introduced it in a formulaic tone:

"The base of yew wood, the inner bones of holly wood, and the cushion of phoenix feathers, it can provide the witch with the ability to transcend life and death, of course, within twelve hours."

Was it that one of them was thirteen and one-half inches long and the other was ten inches long before? They also used the same phoenix feathers... Jiang Han watched the beheading master's giant sword raised, his pupils narrowed.

Whoosh!

There was no pain, no awareness, just like an old walrus lazily basking in the sun, yawning widely, closing his eyelids, his white beard like an old man trembling slightly, unknowingly, peacefully

Leaving the walrus realm while basking in the sun.

A comfortable feeling of dizziness and sleepiness came over him, and at the same time Jiang Han saw a strange scene.

The nearby witch seems to have completely disappeared!

Only four witches were left, looking helplessly.

Two of them were wearing Chinese-style cheongsam in black and white, satin gloves, and pantyhose. There were small wind chimes hanging from the side braids under their buns. The wind chimes were tied with snow-white streamers and had pure black fonts on them.

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The white cheongsam witch's lace has the words 'make money at first sight', and the black cheongsam witch's lace has 'the world is peaceful' written on it.

The other two witches are even more special. One is wearing a golden king's crown robe with a smile on her face. The other is pale-skinned and slender, wearing a black hooded robe, holding a long scythe upside down in her white palms.

The two witches in cheongsam sighed, one shook her head and the other patted her head.

The movements of the two of them seemed to be possessed by magic. Jiang Han was immediately infected and shook his head...

ah!

Jiang Han felt a sense of nothingness. The comfortable sleepiness and dizziness he had just felt suddenly disappeared! Fright suddenly popped out!

She reached out and touched her head...

Is my head here?

Snapped!

There was a small pain on his face, but Jiang Han suddenly felt at ease. The warm sunshine in front of his eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by noisy sounds, a comfortable temperature, and a crowd of witches around him.

"I'm..." She looked to the side, feeling as if her head was floating, so she glanced down and happened to catch sight of her motionless body, her hands still fixed on touching her face.

Historia floated over from the side, only her head!

The beautiful master opened his head and mouth, and made a small voice, which was extremely sinister:

"Is this your first time in a near-death state? You always feel a little dazed the first time. Don't worry, there are no side effects. It's not as powerful as smoking two cigarettes."

"Oh, ah, um..." Jiang Han said, still a little confused.

Before she had time to think about it, she felt her head being held by a pair of cold hands, and then the helpless voice of the beheading master witch came over:

"Guest, please don't float around. If a naughty cat lamp picks up your head, it will be a big trouble. There will be another round of panic, and we will have to deduct your weekly salary."

It's so miserable... Jiang Han was too embarrassed to move after hearing this. She obediently let the other party hold her head and walked to a stage. She also heard the two witch heads chatting on the stage next to her:

"You said if we eat now, will the food slide down our throats?"

"……Won't."

"Why do you say no?"

"...noisy."

"You have to speak responsibly... Uh! Uh-huh!"

...It’s offensive to morals! It’s offensive to morals!

…………

Controlling your own head is like using a shape-shifting spell, and you will fly inexplicably.

Jiang Han and Historia's faces were put on pure white gothic makeup, which was quite stunning from the mirror effect. Then she was put on red lipstick, while Historia was put on black lipstick.

The heads of the two were placed on a table with an obvious Baroque style, and their headless bodies could be seen in the distance.

Jiang Han tried to move his hands and found that the small claws of his headless body were also raised.

Naturally, she curiously patted the thigh of Historia, whose headless body was sitting next to hers, PiaPia's! The touch was actually transmitted along an invisible sensory line...

"Don't pat my legs! Pat your own!" the master said dissatisfied.

Hey, I'm not that stupid! Jiang Han smiled and saw the photographer walking over with a camera. She first grabbed a handful of powder in a small bag and threw it in the air, then pressed the shutter.

boom!

A huge cloud of white smoke exploded from the air, along with a huge flash of light.

Jiang Han saw in the white mist, a white smoke in the image of a witch doing photographic movements. At the same time, the air was trembling slightly, like infinite afterimages passing by, and a lot of clicking sounds came from it.

Next, before she had finished thinking, she and Historia were carried back to assemble their bodies together with their heads.

When Jiang Han's head was put back into her body, she couldn't help but ask:

"Is this the end?"

The photographer witch seemed to particularly like her style of witch. When she heard the question, she rushed over and explained with a smile:

"It's over! We can't observe the future, but we can observe the past! In just a few seconds, our camera read more than 150 possible shots that occurred in the past one second, so we have captured more than 300

Take different posed photos, and after you have your head set, our chief photographer will select the 15 most beautiful ones for you. For an additional 5 yuan, you can print an additional second copy of each photo."

...Jiang Han's eyes widened and he had nothing to say.

Historia touched her head and skillfully checked the sutures.

Jiang Han could see that the sutures on the master's neck were fitting together at a speed visible to the naked eye, and within a few seconds the traces of sutures were no longer visible.

She knew without even asking!

Eighty percent of these are ‘abilities that can be developed’.

Maybe I should sign up for the Witch Gym another day and see if I can practice the process of pinching diamonds with my bare hands...

"Give you five yuan and print a copy for me." Historia smiled and gave the money to the photographer.

The photographer nodded. Seeing that another pair of witches were beheaded and wanted to take pictures, he quickly picked up the camera and said:

"Wait three minutes!"

She rushed to pose and take photos.

Only then did Jiang Han notice that this photo-taking business was very popular. Whether it was a close friend or someone else, everyone would basically take a photo.

There is also a "funny gothic punk style", which is simply to summon thunder and lightning, make the witch's hair stand up instantly, and then take pictures...

There are still many projects!

Jiang Han was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the witches he saw when he was beheaded, and asked Historia curiously.

The master is the best among ghost witches. He understood it as soon as he heard it. After thinking about it, he replied:

"That's local impermanence and external impermanence."

Hey, Historia has been in the country for a long time and has started talking about 'impermanence'.

"Then, why are they here?" Jiang Han was shocked. This was the first time she heard the term impermanence.

The petite master chuckled:

"The photography business here is so developed. If they come over here every time something happens, their weekly salary this week won't be enough to take the Ghost Griffin car..."

"Ah!? They still have salaries?" Jiang Han began to suspect that dead witches are no different from living witches.

"Of course, it's still a gold standard Hades coin..." Historia nodded.

Jiang Han was stunned this time:

"Gold, gold standard?"

Is it the gold standard that I understand?

Historia laughed again:

"Ever since the Hades currency banknotes were inflated by the witches we went down to, and the Lord of Hades could only live in a house of 300 square meters, they protested with us to implement the gold standard connection between the Hades coins and the witch currency foreign exchange, otherwise the lonely souls of Hades would

The wild ghosts cost five billion hell coins to even eat a meal... At that time, many dead witches secretly resurrected illegally, burned five to six trillion hell coins for themselves, and then spent a lot of money after they went down..."

"The gold standard saved Hades!"

...The witch is indeed a scourge.


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