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.

who was standing

Zachary was stunned.

No way.

Was he dizzy?

if it was just

he felt that there was a ghost floating on top

strange laughter suddenly sounded in

would be afraid if ghosts cried, but they were scary if

away, and

“Mom…”

sitting at the dining

him a meal and did not call him

saw Zachary running in as he

frowned and said sternly, “Why

warm light and Zachary’s suffocation gradually

nothing behind me,

He was dazzled.

gaze and glared at

been killed by

to go upstairs but came

were so many people

and didn’t want to

have your food, so don’t

lip, “Tch, who does this old lady think

cold voice, “What did you call

no, I’m so scared, Your Highness, should I call her Her Majesty from now

I hope you’re doing

so angry that he wanted to throw his bowl

looked at the plate of eggplant “Isn’t there

about fried chicken?

Everyone suddenly stopped talking.

his eyebrows and looked at him with

and looked at it strangely, “What

they did not

put on such

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

he

is this?”

purple eggplant looked oily and shiny. He thought it was

meat was

a glass

it, is there anything worse than this? Even dogs

Everyone was silent.

looked at everyone, then

not answer his, so she

of course,

a day, and it was very uncomfortable to drink

was yellow and

drooling, and he picked up a piece of chicken with thick meat and put it in his mouth,

“Yuck!”

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

arms and said leisurely, “I

choking

like others saying

we saved these dishes for

Zachary was silent.

is it salty? Margaret, would you

“Why would you want a

considerately and said, “Here

Zachary was speechless,

an outsider still

his turn to speak

not even lecture him, who was

flip the