Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work – Chapter 217

Chapter 217 The red yarn of nostalgia wound around my neck. The first thing I felt was clarity. The sense that everything was distinct and in its proper place. “…….” I blinked. I could blink. Eyelids and eyebrows. The field of vision seen through my corneas was clear…. I looked down at my hands. There, without black rubber, was the...