Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work – Chapter 225

Chapter 225 I sank back down onto the bed. I was still holding the bell in my hand. The thing that served as a guidepost, letting me think like myself. Chime. [Oh, now I think it’s all right to ask once more.] [Mr. Roe Deer, how does it feel to realize that you’ve regained your ability to think?] I lifted...