Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 435 Karma

Boris’ heart skipped a beat, and he stared at the balloon Is the wind blowing it around? He quickly picked up the wet towel beside him and slammed it down on the Balloon. The balloon floated away and stopped moving, much to his relief. His good mood soured, Boris quickly got up, wore his robe, and walked out of the bathroom.

Gonna get myself some wine. He drank a little, and then something struck him. Wait. I don’t have balloons in my home! He swiveled around and looked at the bathroom fear clutching his heart, and he saw the balloon coming out again, but this time, it was moving even weirder. It was starting to turn corners.

First it went into the walk-in closet, then the couch, and then… to him. It was already the dead of the night, and a balloon was slowly closing in on him like some sort of ghost. Of course Boris was scared.

He quickly retreated and crashed into his french window. He specifically asked for this just so he could have a better vista, and Boris was sticking to the window, staring at the balloon. He roared, “Don’t come closer!”

The balloon was the shape of a grey cat, and Boris thought the eyes looked familiar. He once extracted the blood of a grey cat, but he took too much from it, and the cat died. No way…

The balloon was getting closer and closer, and Boris screamed. Then he grabbed it and popped it open. Silence came back to the room, but only for a moment, then an eerie laughter slithered up his back. He felt a chill run down his spine, and he turned around.

The thing meeting his eyes was a woman standing outside the window. She stuck her face to the glass panel, her hair tumbling down her shoulder, and her face dead, though her eyes were fixated on him. The woman’s face was so hideous, Boris thought his heart would stop. A strangled scream escaped his lips, and he quickly retreated only to fall on his butt.

he looked up again, there was nothing outside the window. Everything felt like an illusion. W-Was that a ghost? This… this is impossible! Shaken, Boris quickly got up, but then he noticed a pair of feet standing before him. When he raised his head, he was met with the face of the ghost standing outside his

earlier.

for his life, though he fell again and slammed his head. against the coffee table, drawing blood. The moment he came downstairs, he knew something was wrong. What’s that smell? He didn’t even have time to think

was filled with all kinds of cats. Black cats, calicoes, Persian, orange cats… Cats of all sizes and ages staring at him with their green eyes, and they hissed. The hisses became purrs, and then meows, and then something akin to a

surrounded him before he could even escape, and they

but then he heard a loud ng ringing in the air.

had safeties so the gas wouldn’t leak, but not in his wildest dream did Boris expect his house to explode. The cats were gone, and Boris was blown away by a great gust of air, slamming

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It felt like they never appeared. The fire burned Boris’ house down, and all his cars were

for him.

with nothing inside. He had not a single cent to his name, and the man stared at the charred remains of his house dumbly. He didn’t buy any insurance for 1 his, and since the accident happened because the gas pipe was wrecked by cats, the insurance and government would not pay

his core, Boris plopped down to the ground. What now? What can I

wasn’t the end. When Boris finally accepted the thith

Trask, you have violated someone’s right to privacy and made a hundred grand from said action. The victim has

sank. He complained, “You have