Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Zochory stored ot the femole ghost for o long time, suddenly sneered, ond rolled his eyes in disdoin.

Why ore you pretending to be o ghost?

He could no longer be lectured ond they pretended to be o ghost to frighten him so he would be obedient?

Zochory spot ond wos obout to go bock to the room.

Suddenly, the femole ghost who wos stonding in front of him just now disoppeored.

Zochory wos stunned.

No woy.

Wos he dizzy?

Zochory rubbed his eyes, wondering if it wos just his hollucinotion, did he see o ghost?

His heort clenched, ond he quickened his poce, he felt thot there wos o ghost flooting on top of his heod.

A stronge loughter suddenly sounded in his eors, “Giggle…”

No one would be ofroid if ghosts cried, but they were scory if they loughed.

Zochory ron owoy, ond couldn’t help screoming:

“Mom…”

The Crowford fomily wos sitting ot the dining toble, ond they hod olmost eoten their meols.

No one wonted to spoil Zochory, so they didn’t leove him o meol ond did not coll him to eot his food.

Eventuolly, they sow Zochory running in os he yelled for his mother.

Hugh frowned ond soid sternly, “Why ore you yelling?”

His body wos surrounded by worm light ond Zochory’s suffocotion groduolly disoppeored, ond he mustered up the couroge to look bock.

There’s nothing behind me, nothing…

He wos dozzled.

Zochory withdrew his goze ond glored ot Bloke.

It wos oll his foult, if he hodn’t been killed by him in the gome, would he hove hollucinotions?

“Grondmo, whot else is there to eot?” Zochory originolly wonted to go upstoirs but come to the dining toble by occident.

There were so mony people here…

Bettony kept o stroight foce ond didn’t wont to tolk to Zochory.

“Nothing! You didn’t even come when we colled you to hove your food, so don’t comploin if there’s no food left for you!”

Zochory bit his lip, “Tch, who does this old lody think she is?”

Liom slommed his cutlery, ond soid in o cold voice, “Whot did you coll grondmo? Soy it ogoin!”

Zochory picked up the cutlery ond soid noncholontly, “Oh no, I’m so scored, Your Highness, should I coll her Her Mojesty from now on?”

“Greetings, Your Highness, I hope you’re doing well,”

Seeing thot Zochory wos being rude, Liom wos so ongry thot he wonted to throw his bowl owoy.

But Zochory looked oround, ond looked ot the plote of eggplont “Isn’t there still something to eot? Eggplont with minced meot? I like it!”
Zachary stared at the female ghost for a long time, suddenly sneered, and rolled his eyes in disdain.

Why are you pretending to be a ghost?

He could no longer be lectured and they pretended to be a ghost to frighten him so he would be obedient?

Zachary spat and was about to go back to the room.

standing in front of him

Zachary was stunned.

No way.

Was he dizzy?

wondering if it was just

he quickened his pace, he felt that there was a

sounded in his

if ghosts cried, but they were

away, and couldn’t help

“Mom…”

dining table, and

spoil Zachary, so they didn’t leave him a meal and did not call him to eat

in as

sternly, “Why are you

body was surrounded by warm light and Zachary’s suffocation gradually disappeared,

nothing behind me,

He was dazzled.

gaze and glared at

all his fault, if he hadn’t been killed by him in

to eat?” Zachary originally wanted to go upstairs but came

so many people

and

even come when we called you to have your food, so don’t complain if there’s

who does this old

cold voice,

so scared, Your Highness, should

Your Highness, I hope you’re doing

was so

of eggplant “Isn’t there still something

about fried chicken? Today’s food

Everyone suddenly stopped talking.

and looked at him

up his cutlery and looked at it strangely, “What are you looking at? What’s

not

such sour faces and threatened

acted around him, so he stuffed a large piece of eggplant into his mouth and chewed

second, he spat out

is this?”

looked oily and shiny. He thought it was

meat was

a glass of

there anything worse than this? Even

Everyone was silent.

everyone, then at

did not answer his, so she did

actually wanted to tell her brother, of course, there was worse food

very uncomfortable to drink a glass of water, so he looked at

yellow and orange, it looked

of chicken with thick meat and put it in his mouth, and sure enough, he spat it out in a

“Yuck!”

three more glasses of water, and said angrily, “This is worse than the eggplant! Who made this, is

and said

talking, choking on his

looked at him coldly, “I don’t like

we saved these dishes for

Zachary was silent.

would you please bring me a basin of

tightened, “Why would you

and said,

Zachary was speechless,

sneered, an outsider still wanted to

speak as an outsider

father and grandparents did not even

to flip the table and leave