The decapitator witch didn't look too tall from a distance, but after walking in, Jiang Han found that the other party was about the same size as his cram school teacher, Cheng Yu.

The slender body also has streamlined muscles that are very inconsistent with the French witch, and she can lift a thick-bladed decapitation sword of about one meter six with one hand, which probably feels a bit like the triangular head in Silent Hill!

Jiang Han's master Heatrias stood on tiptoe and patted the other party's shoulder with his little paws, and this guy noticed that there were two short witches standing in front of him, so he lowered his head, and a puzzled look appeared on his expressionless face:

"Do you want to take a headshot with your little girlfriend?"

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

"It's my apprentice, please stick to the two of you."

"It's 10 yuan in total, please come and sit here." The Decapitator Witch pushed over two rune-laden armchairs with soft red cushions.

When paying in Sisteria, Jiang Han asked curiously:

"After the beheading, will the witch still live? I've never seen anything like this...... Set. ”

The decapitator replied:

"Oh my God! Of course you can live! ”

The photographer witch also poked her head out, first called the decapitator to fix the witch's head after taking the photo, and then said enthusiastically to Jiang Han:

"As long as the witch's head is cut off after exercising, she can also be guaranteed to live, witch, it's amazing, isn't it?"

Wow, it doesn't make sense at all! Jiang Han pursed his lips, widened his eyes, and finally pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed a little more, staring at the photographer, noticing the other party's dress.

She looks like a single-breasted coat and suit for a banquet, but she wears a short skirt, proudly revealing her plump thighs and peaks that can't even be blocked by formal clothes, and she also wears an exaggerated silk top hat on her head, looking like a Victorian witch, and her appearance is also a bit Aryan.

Blonde hair, long eyelashes, fair skin that seems to be able to see blood vessels.

Syllable!

There was a round of applause in his ears, which startled Jiang Han!

Turning his head, Sistella was looking at herself with a smile:

"I can't see it, it's still a small color embryo."

"I didn't!" Jiang Han was a little louder, then puffed out his face again, stuck out his tongue, looked away, and said in a small voice, "I didn't." ”

"If you say no, it's not." Hesteria is an old yin and yang person, and he can make people laugh a lot with one sentence.

The photographer witch covered her mouth, the flowers and branches of laughter trembled, and the peaks and peaks seemed to have encountered a major earthquake.

Jiang Han unconsciously wanted to look over, but before he could look over, he was grabbed by the master, dragged to the sofa, and pushed her down.

The petite master clapped his hands:

"Sit down!"

Prepare me for this! Jiang Han grabbed the armrest of the sofa worriedly, feeling a magical power pouring into his body.

It's like...... It's like eternal life!

The decapitator witch came over with the decapitation sword in tow, and introduced it in a formulaic tone:

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

Did they use to be thirteen and a half inches long and ten inches long? The same phoenix feathers are still used...... Jiang Han looked at the giant sword of the decapitator and raised it, his pupils shrinking.

Swish!

There is no pain, no illusion, just like an old walrus lazily basking in the sun, yawning widely, closing its eyelids, and trembling slightly like an old man's white beard, just before you know it, peacefully basking in the sun and leaving the walrus world.

A comfortable feeling of dizziness and drowsiness hit, and at the same time, Jiang Han saw a strange scene.

The witches in the neighborhood seem to have disappeared completely!

Only four witches were left, looking at this side helplessly.

Two of them wore Chinese-style black and white cheongsams, satin gloves, pantyhose, and small wind chimes with snow-white streamers in plain black lettering hanging from the side braids under the buns.

The lace-up of the white cheongsam witch reads 'Fortune at first sight', and the tie of the black cheongsam witch reads 'The world is peaceful'.

The other two witches were even more special, one wearing a golden robe of the king and smiling all over his face. The other was pale-skinned and slender, dressed in a black hooded robe, with a snow-white hand holding a long-handled scythe.

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

The movements of the two of them seemed to be demonic, and Jiang Han was infected all of a sudden, and he shook his head......

Yes!

Jiang Han felt a burst of nothingness, and the comfortable sleepiness and dizziness just now disappeared all at once! The scare popped up all at once!

She reached out and touched her head......

Is my head there?

Syllable!

There was a small sore spot on his face, but Jiang Han was relieved all of a sudden, and the warm sunshine in front of him disappeared at once, replaced by a noisy sound, a comfortable temperature, and the surrounding crowd of witches.

"I'm ......" She looked to the side, feeling as if her head was floating, and glanced down, just in time for her own motionless body, her hands still fixed on the movement of touching her face.

Heatheria floated from the side, only the head!

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

"Is this your first time in a near-death state? The first time I was always in a trance, rest assured, there were no side effects, and I didn't have the stamina to smoke two cigarettes. ”

"Oh, ah, hmm......" Jiang Han still made a somewhat confused voice.

Before she could figure it out, she felt that her head was held by a pair of cold hands, and then the helpless voice of the decapitator witch came: Five

"Guest, please don't float around, in case your head is picked up by the naughty cat lamp, it will be a big trouble, and it will be another wave of chickens and dogs, and we will have to deduct our weekly salary."

It's miserable...... Jiang Han was embarrassed to move when she heard it, and obediently let the other party hold her head and walk to a stage, and she also heard the two witch heads on the stage next to her chatting:

"You say we're eating now, will the food slip down the throat?"

“…… No. ”

"Why do you say you won't?"

“…… Noisy. ”

"You speak responsibly...... Not! Hmmm! ”

…… Offense against decency! It's immoral!

…………

Controlling your head is like using Transfiguration, and you can't figure out how to fly.

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

Their heads were placed on a distinctly baroque table, and their headless bodies could be seen from a distance.

Jiang Han tried to move his hand, and found that the little claws of his headless body were also raised.

Naturally, she patted the headless body sitting next to her body on the thigh of Hesteria, PiaPia! The feeling was actually transmitted along an invisible perception line......

"Don't slap me on the leg! Shoot yourself! The master said dissatisfied.

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

Bang!

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

Jiang Han saw that in the white mist, the white smoke of a witch image was making photographic movements, and at the same time, the air was trembling slightly, as if infinite afterimages were passing by, and a large number of clicking sounds came.

Then, before she could finish her thoughts, she and Histria were carried back to assemble their bodies with their heads.

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

"Is this the end?"

The photographer witch seems to like her style of witch very much, and when she heard the question, she ran over and explained with a smile:

"It's over! We can't look at the future, but we can look at the past! In just a few seconds, our camera has read more than 150 posed shots that may have occurred in the last 1 second, so we have taken more than 300 different posed photos, and when you are settled, our chief photographer will select the most beautiful 15 photos for you, and add 5 yuan to print a second copy of each. ”

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

Histria, on the other hand, touched her head and expertly examined the lower suture.

Jiang Han could see that the sutures on the master's neck were quickly closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the stitch marks were no longer visible in a few seconds.

She didn't even have to ask!

These eighty percent are 'abilities that can be exercised'.

Maybe you should sign up for the Witch Gym another day and see if you have a process of pinching diamonds with your bare hands......

"Give you five dollars and print me a copy." Sistria smiled and paid the photographer.

The photographer nodded, and saw that another pair of witches over there had been beheaded to take pictures, so he hurriedly picked up the camera and threw down a sentence:

"Wait three minutes!"

She ran to pose and take pictures in a hurry.

Jiang Han noticed that this photo business was very popular, whether it was a girlfriend or something, he would basically take a copy.

Among them, there is also a 'funny gothic punk style', which is simply to summon thunder and lightning, and put makeup on the witch's head and hair to stand up at once, and then take pictures......

And a lot more!

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

The master is the best of the ghost witches, and when he heard it, he understood, and after thinking about it, he replied:

"That's local impermanence and foreign impermanence."

Hey, Heystria has been in the country for a long time, and he also talks about 'impermanence'.

"So, why are they here?" Jiang Han was shocked, it was the first time she had heard the term impermanence.

The petite master laughed:

"The photography business here is so developed, if they come and see it every time something happens, their weekly salary this week will not be enough to ride the ghost griffin car......"

"Huh!? Do they still have a salary? Jiang Han began to suspect that the dead witch was no different from the living witch.

"Of course, it's still the gold standard...... "Heatheria nodded.

Jiang Han was directly stunned this time:

"Gold, gold standard?"

Is it the gold standard I understand?

Heatheria laughed again:

"Since the Hades banknotes were inflated by our witches, and the Lord of Hades could only live in a room of 300 square meters, they protested with us to connect the Hades Coin with the Witch Coin foreign exchange on the gold standard, otherwise the lonely souls and ghosts of Hades would even have a meal of 5 billion Hades...... At that time, many dead witches quietly and illegally resurrected, burned five or six trillion dead coins for themselves, and then spent a lot after they went down......"

"The gold standard saved Hades!"

…… The witch is indeed a scourge.