I Might As Well Quit This Lousy Wizard Profession

Chapter 173 - 173 163 Spiritual Surge (Requesting Monthly Votes)_2

?Chapter 173: 163 Spiritual Surge (Requesting Monthly Votes)_2 Chapter 173: 163 Spiritual Surge (Requesting Monthly Votes)_2 “Hahaha…” The clown’s face, laughing, became increasingly distorted, frantically trying to claw its way out of the mirror, staring down the hallway outside the toilet, muttering loudly, “You thief! Give me back my witchcraft! Give it back~~~~, give me back my~~ witchcraft~~~~”

Bang~

Another resonant sound, another face was plastered against the mirror glass, it was the Da Susu Male Witch.

He curiously observed everything outside the mirror, and as he watched, he too began to shout, “Woo woo woo~~~ you cheat, give me back my cat’s eye gem~~, give my cat’s eye gem back~~~~”

Next to the two, there was a figure of a chubby middle-aged man, it was Mr. Liu. He struggled to pull at the two of them, “What are you guys doing, move aside, move aside.”

But no matter how much he tugged, he couldn’t budge them.

So he sadly squeezed his head out from the gap between them, stared out of the mirror as well, and joined in the wailing, “Give me back my money~~ my house~~~ my paintings~~ my car~~ my diary~~ my elixir~~ my witchcraft tools~~ my spiritual ears~~ my Sorcerer Zombie head~~~”

“You even peeped at my undressed wife while I was away, I noticed the traces of the quilt being moved!”

“Don’t think I don’t know, you must have lifted it while I was gone!”

“She was tied up by me, definitely couldn’t have done it herself, damn it, what exactly did you do at that time!”

Unfortunately, Lin An was sleeping and couldn’t give him that answer anymore.

Otherwise, Lin An would certainly tell him—your wife asked me to kill you, and I even tried to talk you out of it, no one has ever been nicer than me!

“!!!” Da Susu turned around in disbelief to look at Mr. Liu and thought about it; this guy was indeed too miserable, so he simply made some room for him.

This really shouldn’t be too tragic, even the wild and crazy clown face moved aside a bit, letting Mr. Liu occupy the prime spot on the mirror.

Thus, a cacophony of voices echoed through the blood-stained room.

Wails and laughter were intermingled.

The clown’s face was shrill and piercing, Da Susu’s was deep and sonorous, Mr. Liu’s was mildly greasy and neutral; the voices rose and fell in turns.

The head popped into the toilet for a glance, opened its dark mouth, revealing dark teeth and tongue, and chuckled ‘heh heh heh.’

“You scumbags!”

“What can you do to me?”

“If you’ve got the guts, crawl out of there~”

“Come on~”

It taunted them, making the three inside the mirror scream even more fiercely.

They violently smashed against the mirror surface, shouting and screaming wildly.

In the midst of the shouting, the head even felt—hey, this kind of mournful noise might actually be quite suitable for falling asleep.

Perhaps for humans, sounds like rainwater are the best white noise for sleeping. But for a spirit, nothing could be more delightfully soothing than these wails.

Gaga gaga~~~

The head somehow yawned.

It hopped and skipped onto the bed, finding a comfortable position in the crook of Lin An’s arms, and slowly closed its eyes.

The breeze outside the window fluttered the curtains, producing a soft rustling sound.

Lin An had a dream.

The dream’s scenery was full of distortions, with blackish-gray smoke, dark golden vapor, and strange bloodstained marks, making everything seem surreal.

He held his head, staggering as though sleepwalking, walking in this dream.

As he walked, he arrived in front of a wall of glass, curiously peering through the glass at the other side.

Oh~

Turns out it was a mirror after all, round with a pink plastic frame; behind the mirror was a photo popular twenty or thirty years ago of a swimsuit-clad pinup girl with big waves.

Looking out from the mirror, several young people holding books were talking to a tall, burly professor-looking man.

It was Mr. Cao.

But also unrecognizably unfamiliar, Lin An had never seen such a gentle and refined Mr. Cao, smiling warmly and speaking in a light mood with a tone not somber like the one he was familiar with.

Even more relaxed and amiable, “Ah, you young folks, always comparing armors from our country with those from abroad, insisting on determining a winner and a loser.”

“The environment differs, so the demand for styles of armor diverges,”

“Our kingdom, for thousands of years, has always been the most adept at warfare, ha-ha, I know, you always think we are weak, influenced by our national culture studies. No, that’s not it. You should look at those scholars who led troops into battle, to truly feel our history.”

“Has this land ever seen an end to war over the thousands of years?”

“No, right? With such intense frequency and over such long periods, often decimating nine out of ten households and halving the total population. To use your young people’s terms, that’s called—my country is brimming with martial prowess.”

At that moment, the students all started to laugh.

As they laughed, many faces revealed expressions of pride.

“So, how could we possibly not produce the canned-style, all-encompassing armor like foreign countries do?”

“Firstly, we couldn’t mass-produce armor for an entire legion. Our population is too vast, entirely different from those small sovereign state warfare models abroad. Even if there were prototypes for such costly armor, there was no possibility of widespread adoption.”

“Secondly, do generals really need canned armor? Even emperors who took the field in person, did they need this kind of canned armor?”

“What exactly was their need for donning armor?”

“Little Chen, you tell us, our ancient generals…”

In the mirror, Lin An watched this scene curiously, not understanding why he was dreaming this.

As the conversation between Professor Cao and the students continued, a student suddenly raised a topic, and Professor Cao laughed heartily in praise, “That’s an excellent divergent topic, we must deconstruct it from multiple dimensions…”

His words abruptly stopped.

And stopped for a long time.

In the confused expressions of the students, he once again cheerfully told them to continue discussing this topic after they went back, treating it as the interest group’s extracurricular homework.

After the students left, Professor Cao suddenly stood up, his expression turning to panic, somewhat bewildered as he paced back and forth in the room.

He seemed absent-minded, walking straight into a table, and quickly reached out to catch a falling mirror.

The moment he caught it, he stared blankly at the few strands of white hair sprouting at his temples in the mirror.

“I…”

“Why can’t I think?”

His face was filled with an indescribable mix of fear and panic, but these emotions also seemed so unsteadily perched on his face, like a poor performance by a subpar actor.

“No!”

He cried out in alarm, and the mirror in his hand fell, hitting the plastic frame on the floor, cracking it.

In the mirror, Lin An and his curious head watched all of this, a side of Mr. Cao he had never seen before.

“Ring, ring, ring~~~”

The phone rang in the room.

Mr. Cao paid it no attention, his face becoming more twisted. After a long time, he rubbed his face with his rough hands, trying hard to put on a very false smile.

He walked over and answered the phone.

“Mr. Cao, I’m going to die, you should come back to Shenhou City.”

Professor Cao heard the voice on the line, hurriedly took his phone away from his ear to look at the screen, somewhat reluctant to believe that he was receiving a call from this person at this time.

The phone’s screen reflected his face, full of distortions, envy, inferiority, admiration, and far too many emotions.

“Ha, it’s you, Mr. Lu!”

“It’s me, Mr. Cao, I’m going to die, come back,”

Mr. Cao chuckled, “The way you talk, it’s as if I was scared of you and hid in another city. I…”

The person on the other end of the line interrupted him, his voice carrying an undeniable tone, “My son needs your protection; I’m afraid the others might kill him.”

“My research needs someone to continue it, no one else will do; I can only count on you.”

“Lu Jiao needs you…”

Mr. Cao fell silent, opened his mouth as if to say something, but words failed him.

Only a faint whisper remained in his throat, “I…”