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.

was standing in

Zachary was stunned.

No way.

Was he dizzy?

eyes, wondering if it was just his hallucination,

he quickened his pace, he felt that there was a ghost floating

sounded in his

cried, but

and couldn’t help

“Mom…”

at the dining table,

wanted to spoil Zachary, so they didn’t leave him a

in as he yelled

said sternly, “Why are you

gradually disappeared, and

behind

He was dazzled.

his gaze and glared at

he hadn’t been killed by him in the game, would he have

eat?” Zachary originally wanted to go upstairs but came to the dining table

were so many people

straight face and

have your

who does this old lady think she

slammed his cutlery, and said in a cold voice, “What

I’m so scared, Your Highness, should I call her Her

I hope

so

looked at the plate of eggplant “Isn’t there still

chicken? Today’s food

Everyone suddenly stopped talking.

looked at him with folded

strangely, “What

they did not want

put on such

a large piece of eggplant into his mouth and chewed a couple of

he spat out

this?” He

thought it was

minced meat

gulped down a glass

there anything worse than this? Even dogs

Everyone was silent.

everyone,

not answer his, so she did

her brother, of course, there

had not eaten anything for a day, and it was very uncomfortable to drink a glass of water,

yellow and orange, it looked really

a piece of chicken with thick meat and put

“Yuck!”

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

crossed his arms and

stopped talking, choking on

looked at him coldly, “I don’t like others

we saved these dishes

Zachary was silent.

it salty? Margaret, would you please bring

“Why would you

considerately and said,

Zachary was speechless,

still wanted to

was it his turn to speak as

father and grandparents did not

flip the table