After becoming a proud wandering witch, there were naturally aftereffects—whenever she heard the hum of an aircraft.
She would always get an indescribable feeling.
[Urge to Urinate]
Clutching her stomach, Jiang Han shivered at the thought of yesterday's experience. The soreness brought on by that instant of centrifugal force still lingered within her body.
After locking the restroom door, she turned around.
Her vision was filled with red. Only after she stumbled half a step back and slammed against the door did she make out what that sea of red truly was.
It was a giant lobster, roughly a little shorter than a witch. She had to raise her head to look at it.
It was bright red all over, like some shrimp that had gone into a steamer.
It—it wore a solemn expression. Though she had no idea what emotions a shrimp face could possibly show, Jiang Han simply understood it, just as Investigator Moskov Uglitch could read the expressions on the octopus faces of the Old One's spawn. Perfectly reasonable.
"I encountered... a standing lobster... in the restroom?"
Her thoughts had barely set sail before a woman's voice called out, "Trelo, you scared someone!"
The lobster understood her words and obediently moved aside. Only then did Jiang Han see a delicately cute witch standing before the three restroom stalls. She wore a white casual dress, red tights, and deck shoes. Her hair fell to her back before splitting into six tentacles, each of which had a folded parasol wrapped around it.
Tentacles and witches together were truly hair-raising.
She gave Jiang Han an apologetic look.
"I'm terribly sorry. My suitcase is far too lively. She always scares people."
"Ah, it's fine. I was just a little... surprised." Jiang Han lightly bit her lip. "I've never seen such a