Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

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Chapter 363 Stupid Talking Bird

Lilly’s face filled with surprise. Gracie just appeared and disappeared just like that. Hmm, that’s strange… Lilly thought to herself. Has Gracie recovered from her injuries already? Lilly had all of these questions, but she could not ask them since Grace was already long gone. Lilly shook her head. The original heaviness that she had carried with her had finally evaporated and she was back to being her usual cheerful self.

“Zac, are you afraid of staying here on your own tonight?” Lilly asked.

“Me? Scared?” Zachary answered immediately, as if it was such a ridiculous notion.

Lilly’s father nodded his head in relief. “That’s great to hear! We’ll head back home then!”

Zachary stared blankly as Lilly and Josh ran out for moment and returned with Old Mrs. Crawford in tow, chattering non-stop.

“Would you guys quieten down for a little while? Let me just sign off on this agreement, then we can go home,” the old woman pleaded with the children.

“Mhmm, I want to sign too!” Lilly chirped.

“What are you going to sign, Lilly?” Old Mrs. Crawford chuckled.

Lilly stretched out her little palm and pretended to write something on it. “I hereby agree to cut Zac’s head open!” she proclaimed with a toothy grin.

Josh let out a gentle laugh, while the old woman chuckled as she shook her head helplessly. Zachary glanced at his older brother, Drake, who sat quietly in the ward. He wondered why Drake even bothered to come here considering he had been reading a book all this time and had not said a single word so far. It was then Zac realized that Drake was there to accompany him so he would not feel so lonely. Zac could not help but feel slightly touched at his older brother’s gesture.

“Are you back to normal yet?” Drake asked without lifting his head from his book. Truthfully, he had not seen anyone who could blank out for two whole days.

In truth, after returning from Bedlam, Zachary kept replaying the scene of Lilly fighting and capturing spirits in his head. He had even mentally devised a scoring system for her various abilities.

For example, the Spirit Compass had a defense value of 1000 points, since it could detect spirits in advance, and a damage value of 282 points. The purple sledgehammer had both a defense and damage value of 1000 points, since offense was the best defense The spirit containment net had a defense value of 800 points and an estimated damage value of 900 points. Lilly was still lacking in a few areas, such as the ability to purify and avoid injury…

A display panel formed in Zachary’s brain with Lilly’s complete data:

Name: Lilly

only reachable when other skills

Occupation: Practitioner?

temporarily decreased after capturing a

limbs are

1/3

containment spirit net, spirit

100% she had yet to

Mythical Creature:

Recovery:……

Stealth:

up her speed if she wants to level up…”

himself.

slower by the day. Whenever something drastic occurred, it took him no less than two days to fully recover nowadays. Perhaps Lilly was right, and they needed to cut Zachary’s head open to remove the blood clot in his brain, or he might still be standing unmoving when a

home,” Drake announced flatly as he

at him blankly. Wasn’t he here to

Jack took over from them, and it

what she said about agreeing to split his head open. His heart drummed violently. He wasn’t going to die,

back and would occasionally stop to speak to family members of other patients. She had kind eyes and a friendly face that

Instead, Jack got up from his seat and approached the lady. “Excuse

“My grandson was warded in this hospital too. I was feeling a little bored, so I took a walk,” she explained as she glanced around Zachary’s ward. “Oh, my! Is it just you. accompanying

politely and closed the door after explaining that Zachary needs to rest. The old lady

as if someone had bullied her. Lilly picked her up in her arms. “What’s wrong, Bell?”

asked.

at Lilly with big, round eyes. Master, you won’t believe me! I was bullied by a bird! A bird! Unfortunately for Bellflower, she

meows.

hungry? I’ll get Margaret to make her something,” Old Mrs. Crawford said, but