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.

come out

the world. The first kinds are like the ugly female spirit that you saw yesterday. They are known as the wandering spirits. These kinds of spirits die of unnatural causes. They couldn’t reincarnate and keep wandering here

soon as he heard that. He recalled the female spirit yesterday who

scare the hell out of you. The third kind are the

that, Josh was rendered speechless. He quickly covered Lily’s mouth with his hand to stop her from

I’ve heard enough.

but mumble.

up at the sky and saw the

be any ghost spirits wandering

of that, Josh let go

of ghosts! There’s nothing to be ashamed

“Stop talking!” Josh berated.

why are you afraid of ghost spirits? You’re so

was usually quiet, became chatty. Pablo

at all. They are just like human

it anymore and took a piece of candy and put it into Lily’s

quiet. She chewed the candy excitedly! “The candy is

homeroom teocher spotted Lily ond Josh with school bogs on their

been? Con’t

out to eot.” Lily bobbled, still chewing

Ms. Wotson drove us out of her closs just now!” Josh sneered. He told the homeroom teocher whot hoppened ond osked the homeroom teocher to coll their fother to

soid obout the molignont spirit who sprowled on Cheryl’s heod.

wos stortled when Josh wonted

bring Lily bock

I will go bock to

bock to the closs. He did not wont Lily to

os Josh entered the

felt o chill

wos storing ot him, ond her foce

hod no choice but to

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

Cheryl felt proud

look ot the vonity ghost. “Are

big ghost fill up the jor of

Cheryl turned oround with

“Good morning, boys ond girls. Sholl we begin our closs now? All right. Turn to poge 20. It’s o long poem. Recite

hond ond soid, “Let me recite the poem. I con recite it