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 in

Zachary was stunned.

No way.

Was he dizzy?

wondering if it was just his hallucination, did

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

sounded in his

afraid if ghosts cried, but they

ran away, and couldn’t

“Mom…”

was sitting at the dining table, and they had almost eaten

Zachary, so they didn’t leave him a meal and did not

running in as he yelled for his

and said sternly, “Why

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

behind me,

He was dazzled.

withdrew his gaze and glared

killed by

to go upstairs but

so many

face and didn’t

called you to have your food, so don’t

bit his lip, “Tch, who does this old lady think she

cutlery, and said in a cold voice, “What did you call grandma? Say it

so scared,

I hope

being rude, Liam was so angry that he

Zachary looked around, and looked at the plate of eggplant “Isn’t there still something

about fried chicken? Today’s food is

Everyone suddenly stopped talking.

looked at him

his cutlery and looked at it strangely, “What are you looking

they did not want Zachary to

put on such

large piece of eggplant into his mouth and

next second, he spat

is this?”

thought it was delicious,

meat was

a glass of

there anything worse than

Everyone was silent.

at everyone, then at

his,

brother, of course, there was worse

day, and it was very uncomfortable to drink a

chicken was yellow and orange, it looked

and

“Yuck!”

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

and

stopped talking, choking on his

at him coldly, “I don’t like others saying that my cooking is

these dishes for you,

Zachary was silent.

is it salty? Margaret, would you

“Why would you want

considerately and

Zachary was speechless,

outsider still wanted to

was it his turn to speak as an

not even lecture him, who was

to flip the table and