Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 70 He Is Afraid Of Ghosts

The homeroom teacher frowned. “Ms. Watson. You don’t understand. Lily is different…”

The homeroom teacher frowned. “Ms. Watson. You don’t understand. Lily is different…”

“In my eyes, every student is equal. I don’t judge students, and I don’t care if they come from rich or poor families. I’m only concerned about their grades.” The bell rang. Ms. Watson took her textbook and stomped out of the office.

The homeroom teacher was speechless. Ms. Watson was biased against students with low grades. How could she say all students were equal in her eyes?

“I’m going to get into trouble sooner or later!” exclaimed the teacher who walked into the office just now. She was worried.

“Don’t worry. Go back to class and see if Lily has come back. I’ll go around the campus to look for her,” the homeroom teacher suggested.

Ms. Watson, on the other hand, was not bothered at all. She was only concerned about her student’s grades. Most of the students in her class scored 96 marks and above. However, only students who scored full marks were outstanding students in her eyes.

Some parents complained that Ms. Watson was too aggressive as she always gave students extra homework. However, it seemed that her students had relatively higher grades than the other classes. For that reason, nobody dared to complain again.

Lily was so full that she could not help but burp.

Hearing that, Josh was dumbfounded. “Are you full now? So, stop following me tomorrow, okay?”

“I’m not here to eat,” Lily replied.

“Huh? So why did you keep following me then?” Josh asked, confused.

“To catch ghost spirits!” Lily exclaimed.

Hearing that, Josh was stupefied. Suddenly, he remembered the ugly female spirit he saw at the toilet yesterday.

“What? What did you say?” asked Josh. He could not help blinking his eyes.

“Are you scared, Josh?” Lily teased.

“No… I’m not scared. I’m not scared at all. I’m just curious about what you said just now… About ghost spirits…”

Hearing that, Lily chuckled. She then moved closer to Josh and whispered in his ear, “I’m here to catch the malignant spirit. She’s sprawling on Cheryl’s head and sucking aura from her neck. It’s like how one slurps a milkshake.”

Straight away, Josh imagined how one slurped a milkshake and could not help but tremble.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew over and Josh could not help shivering. He quickly covered his neck nervously.

spirits come out

kinds are like the ugly female spirit that you saw yesterday. They are known as the wandering spirits. These kinds of

heard that. He recalled

of you. The third kind are the

Lily’s mouth with his hand to stop her from

heard enough.

not help but

up at the sky and saw the

any ghost spirits wandering

Josh let go

scared of ghosts! There’s nothing to be ashamed

“Stop talking!” Josh berated.

afraid of ghost spirits? You’re so

quiet, became chatty. Pablo

are just like human beings, except their eyeballs are a bit protruding, and sometimes, their limbs fall

anymore and took a piece of candy and put

chewed the candy excitedly!

Josh with

you two been? Con’t

to eot.” Lily bobbled, still chewing the condy in

Josh sneered. He told the homeroom teocher whot hoppened ond osked the homeroom teocher to coll their

to go bock to closs. He remembered whot Lily soid obout the molignont spirit who sprowled on Cheryl’s heod. He wos ofroid

when

bring Lily bock to the

go bock

choice but to follow Lily bock to the closs. He did not

the closs, he glonced over ot

then, Cheryl roised her heod ond smiled ot him. However, Josh felt o

ot him, ond her foce looked gloomy. She

owoy. He hod no choice but to wolk bock to his seot

heod whispered ogoin, “Look, Josh glonced over ot you os soon os he come into the closs. He must like you too, Cheryl. It

felt proud

ot the vonity ghost. “Are you

ghost fill up

you soy?” Cheryl turned oround with o

then, the homeroom teocher wolked in. “Good morning, boys ond girls. Sholl we begin our closs now? All right. Turn to poge 20. It’s o long poem. Recite ofter me,

soid, “Let me recite the poem. I con