98 The Crafty Skeleton

In the Dead Spirit World…

The gray sky was shrouded by low-pressure clouds. Strong winds swept across the sky like a sharp knife.

The sky looked gloomy through the multiple layers of clouds; so much so that its sight could stir-up a feeling of depression within any human.

A single-armed human skeleton slowly advanced in the vicinity of a desolated hill. It was in an extremely tattered state.

The skeleton had lost several bones from its body. Moreover, several cracks could be seen on the surface of its remaining bones. In fact, a deep fissure on its ribs had separated its body into two halves.

The skeleton’s bones produced a creaking sound every time it took a step forward. It seemed like it could fall apart any moment.

However, it continued to advance forward. It would stop at regular intervals and raise its head towards the sky to gaze at the twelve blood-moons for a few seconds. The green flame in its eye-sockets would glitter in response.