Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 73 Caught My First Spirit

Lilly was livid and oddly so.

The vanity spirit that had been jerked around like a pinball nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.That was just a slip of the tongue. What’s the big deal?!

“Hey…”

“Boom!”

Lilly acted as if she were wrestling a sandbag. The vanity spirit was completely floored by how they were tossed and smacked like flatbread.

She simply had no opening to fight back and it was driving her up the wall.

The brat she had so vehemently looked down on was this powerful?

“Wait!” The vanity spirit yelped.

“No way!”

Do I look like an idiot?!

Why wait for someone who would launch a counterattack against me?

The vanity spirit was furious. “I’m using Cheryl’s body right now! Do you want to injure your little friend that badly?”

She was so afraid that she tried to use Cheryl as a shield, only for Lilly to shoot her down. “She’s not my friend.”

Who cares if she got hurt?

Better to die a dignifying death than one sucked dry by a ghost.

That rendered the spirit speechless. She gritted her teeth as she studied both Pablo and Lilly and ultimately decided that it would be better to make a run for it.

The red bracelet on Lilly’s wrist emitted a faint glow that helped pull the vanity spirit back.

The girl strained herself to continue pinballing the spirit.

As the host of the vanity spirit, Cheryl was also taken for a spin. If it weren’t for the fact that Lilly was grabbing onto the spirit’s foot instead of hers, she would’ve long been turned into a pile of mush.

In truth, she wasn’t faring much better. Her head had visibly swelled up from the impact.

Only a resounding bang could be heard at the last strike as smoke billowed around them.

Lilly successfully cast the spirit out of Cheryl!

Cheryl was out like a light.

Lilly could finally heave a sigh as she wiped the sweat off her brow. “Got you! What now, Master?”

I’m tired.

Catching ghosts is such a tiring job!

such an unreliable guy. This move was all he taught me. It’s such a tiring trick

were on the sidelines were

as he muttered,

an annoying crybaby. She’s a violent little

like a thug that wore rings on every

to be so gifted when it came to spiritual power. She could wrestle spirits

the hell

would take considerable effort to separate the evil

to do was beat

contributed as part of it but

not be demonstrated on the living but

she was born just

I taught you how to use the ghost recovery

“I do. Your painting skills are terrible, Master but I

He twitched in irritation.

“I remember”. Was all

the pattern of the ghost recovery charm. A yellow rune manifested in the air, enveloping the vanity spirit and yanking it

I refuse to go in there! No!” The

tried so hard but

“Why?!”

didn’t care about the

jar of souls with

huge net that gradually shrank smaller and smaller around

more the

had no choice but to step on the

stroked his forehead at the sight.

you for you

to ask her how she died,” Pablo

for the sake of collecting

how malignant spirits die will benefit her

told. “Hey sumo wrestler,

the girl

“That’s a rebound!”

know how to respond.

Pablo and

even more manic in her attempts to break

divulge how she died

his fingers, he retrieved the spirit in the

screeching could

Ms. Sumo Wrestler. You can stay there with Ms.

the instrument

and Ms. Ugly. My jar is filling

asked, “Master, is my

It’s a big spirit!

“Let me show you how to see if

fingers and pressed it on top of the surface of the jar,

did as she was told and was suddenly greeted