Chapter 6: What is a witch?
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The sunset in the ruins always carries a scent like rust, but in the eyes of Tunzuo over the past few months, it has become the most reassuring color in…
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Chapter 5: The first lesson of the witch
In the ruins at dawn, Tunzuo was awakened by a strange, itchy sensation. “Ugh… so itchy…” Tunzuo rolled over groggily, her once-lazy sleeping posture instantly collapsing as she subconsciously reached…
Chapter 4: The First Battle
Within the ruins, two figures stood in confrontation: one a twisting, surging phantom, the other a bubbling, rolling pool of acid. The dim soul-fire within Tunzuo’s emerald eyes flared instantly.…
Chapter 3: Crazy Mother
Inside a collapsed temple deep within the ruins, Tunzuo was floating in the air in an incredibly lazy posture. Although this tall witch’s body was still unfamiliar to her, as…
Chapter 2: The Birth of the Ghost Witch
Deep in the Ruins of the Granitnuo Forest, the air felt like ink that had solidified over a thousand years, heavy and suffocating. This was the shadow side of the…
Chapter 1: Life is like a scrap manuscript, and ghosts are going to rot
Pain. There was no heart-wrenching awakening like that of a protagonist in a shonen manga, nor was there any heroic declaration before a tragic sacrifice. It was merely a raw,…
The Lazy Ghost Witch Just Wants to Sleep Well
Today is the inauguration ceremony of the new Chair of the Witch Council, the Eternal Slumber Witch, Tu Enzuo Otilis. Witches all over the world are gathered by their radios,…
Chapter 15: But by drive
Zheng Yang obediently took the 5,000 yuan, changed into the short-skirted school uniform, and headed out the door. ‘If I don’t spend it all, I’m not allowed to go home?’…
Chapter 14: Lao Zheng’s hand
“Dad!” Zheng Yang shouted with a sob in her voice. She held the short skirt against her waist and stomped her little foot at Zheng Shiqiang. “Look! It’s so short!…
Chapter 13: On the rationality of miniskirts
“You’re making high school students wear this? What on earth are you thinking?” Zheng Shiqiang wasn’t blaming Wu Shengli, but rather reflecting. He trusted his old friend and knew Wu…