"Medicine~ medicine~"
"Check it out~"
Boom!
In the summer of 1994, what was bound to come always came. With the rise of South American witches, the quaint European witch culture—musicals, classical music, and the like—had all fallen before something evil...
Rap records filled the streets and alleys: half-baked imitation rap records, as well as spine-chilling high-pitched rap, saturating the summer of 1994.
Miss Jiang Han stared with bloodshot eyes, deep dark circles ringing them. After enduring the radio's pop-music broadcasts at six or seven in the morning, she had smashed the radio with a fireball and paid her neighbor 200 yuan in compensation.
After seeing off the roughly fourteen-year-old witch next door who had asked, "Miss, what's your phone number?", Jiang Han actually hugged her pillow and went back to sleep.
That suffering only intensified amid the unceasing music.
Why the hell!? After getting up, Jiang Han viciously went to work on her own face, kneading it left and right with a force that even the plastic-surgery influencers from her previous life would not have dared use. Her face felt slightly numb and sore, yet it still could not drown out the endless refrain in her head: "Medicine~ (drawn-out bass) medicine~ (drawn-out high note)~ check it out (like the panting of a three-second man)..."
A soundproofing barrier. I need a soundproofing barrier. I need that spell modified from a Level 4 protection spell. Your old lady needs it!
If that won't work, then give me a spell that can snipe singers at any time. I could spend the whole day killing people... Damn it, I still have work tonight... Huh!?
As her thoughts scattered, Jiang Han suddenly remembered that she did not need to work today! Miss Ye Keshu had invited her to play squash...
At that moment, the bedroom