The pitch-black corridor, the eerie chill, the echo of high heels on the floor—every step felt as though someone were following behind her.
An ordinary witch might actually have been scared. If it were Anjie, though, this whole world might be in a bit of danger...
Jiang Han restrained herself from thinking about that.
Letting Anjie come down here to fetch desserts herself was like locking that omnipotent blue fat guy in a room with a mouse. First, their reactions would be astonishingly entertaining. Second, the world would not find it entertaining at all. And finally, if luck was bad, witch civilization might have to put a brief full stop to its existence...
"Whew, this is really creepy..." Jiang Han rubbed her tail, and only then did her hands feel a little warmer.
Though she could withstand the cold, that was like asking the idiotic question, "If someone immune to fire soaked in a hot spring, would it feel like soaking in cold water?" Tolerance for cold did not mean loving bitter frost. If she could stay at a normal temperature, that was best. Slightly cooler than normal was even better!
Jiang Han braced her cat tail against the ground and pushed herself up, letting her hands reach the recess in the wall. She yanked out the Cat Lamp sleeping soundly inside, then swiftly rubbed its belly. Once there was enough light, she stuffed the Cat Lamp back inside.
One by one, she rubbed the Cat Lamps awake, lighting up the corridor—and, as expected, heard a mournful cry.
She turned her head.
A black-cloaked Evil Spirit Witch with gothic makeup and a good figure—Donna Meyer—was cursing about "glowing cats" as she sprinted along the shadows clinging to the wall, nearly vanishing into them.
Jiang Han watched Miss Donna run with