A Transmigrator’s Privilege – Chapter 266

They were originally healthy skeletons, both physically and mentally. Once they finished their work, they would usually enjoy all sorts of hobbies—fishing, flower arranging, carving, exercise, and so on. But at the moment, they were steeped in melancholy, puffing on imaginary cigars stuffed with crushed herbs in their leaf tips—despite not even having lungs. Their leader among the skeleton farmers,...