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.

the female ghost who was standing in front

Zachary was stunned.

No way.

Was he dizzy?

if it was just his hallucination, did

that there was

strange laughter suddenly sounded in his ears,

if ghosts cried, but

ran away, and

“Mom…”

the dining table, and they had

so they didn’t leave him a meal and

in as he yelled for

said sternly, “Why are

suffocation gradually disappeared, and

nothing behind

He was dazzled.

withdrew his gaze

if he hadn’t been killed

to go

so

a straight face and didn’t want to talk

to have your food, so don’t complain if

lip, “Tch, who does this

cold voice, “What did you call grandma? Say

the cutlery and said nonchalantly, “Oh no, I’m so

I hope you’re

so angry

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

fried chicken?

Everyone suddenly stopped talking.

eyebrows and looked at him

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

did not

such sour faces and

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

he

is this?”

eggplant looked oily and shiny. He thought it

minced meat

a glass of

there anything worse than this? Even dogs

Everyone was silent.

at everyone, then

did not answer his,

her brother, of course, there was worse food out

not eaten anything for a day, and it was very uncomfortable to drink a glass of water, so he looked at the

piece of chicken was yellow and orange, it looked really

and put it in his mouth,

“Yuck!”

three more glasses of water, and said angrily,

his arms and

talking, choking on

at him coldly, “I don’t like others

saved these dishes

Zachary was silent.

“Oh is it salty? Margaret, would you

you want a basin

considerately and said,

Zachary was speechless,

outsider still wanted to

to speak as an outsider in the Crawford

and grandparents did not even lecture him, who

flip the