Strange Resurrection: My skill has its own thoughts

"Attention all units, attention all units.”

"Ning Yu is expected to wake up in 29 minutes and 42 seconds.”

" Humans and ghosts, retreat! Humans and ghosts, retreat!"

A hungry ghost shivering in the kitchen.

A scary ghost hiding under the bed and covering his mouth tightly.

The Hanged Ghost stood on the stool and planned to hang himself again.

Ghosthand held the tap tightly in the bathroom, afraid that water would drip down.

The photo was hidden in a corner of the photo frame, trying hard to reduce its presence.

The huge ghost city, the airport with 10,000 people, closed the doors and locked the windows.

The lively ghost market was empty and messy.

Hell was silent, the abyss was empty, and Purgatory was closed to all visitors.

Ning Yu stretched and pulled open the curtains.

"Another beautiful day."

"But now, it’s clearly an era of strangeness. Why can’t we find a single one?”

Ning Yu scratched his head in confusion.

Everything started from the day he was reborn…