Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 568 Why Would You Speak Nonsense?

Yena pretended to stroll around Ferguson Mansion, observing the surroundings.

Then she asked. ‘Mrs, Ferguson, did you happen to pick up something outside last week?”

Mrs. Ferguson paused, trying to recall. Picking up something? She pondered for a moment and suddenly. remembered, “Oh, yes! Someone lost their wallet and I found it. But since nobody came to claim it, I handed it over to the police.”

Yena remarked, “There’s something weird about that wallet. Mrs. Ferguson, you shouldn’t have picked it

up.”

Mrs. Ferguson’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What did Yena mean? Was it wrong to do a good deed?

“I picked it up and didn’t keep it for myself. I handed it over to the police…” Mrs. Ferguson felt a sense of unease. Could she have made a mistake?

Yena looked up at her with innocent eyes and said, “You shouldn’t be punished for doing a good deed, but the person who lost the wallet might have done it intentionally. By picking up his belongings, you’ve inherited his bad luck. The deathly aura might have transferred to you.”

Mrs. Ferguson was taken aback. “But the police took it, didn’t they?”

She had held onto the wallet for less than half an hour, and after handing it over to the police, they had it for a few days.

Yena explained, “The police are righteous and unaffected by these twisted ways. But you’re an ordinary person and don’t possess that same righteousness.”

Mrs. Ferguson suddenly had a realization. The explanation seemed to make sense.

As Yena performed her ritual and successfully expelled the ghost, Mrs. Ferguson’s son, who had been bedridden for a week suddenly sat up and said that he was hungry. Mrs. Ferguson’s family was completely convinced.

“Thank you!” Mrs. Ferguson cried tears of joy.

Yena blinked and softly replied, “You’re welcome, Mrs. Ferguson. It’s my duty to help. However, the fortune of your house seems to have a hole, allowing evil ghosts to enter. Yena can help you get rid of it and seal the hole for you.”

Mrs. Ferguson was about to agree to Yena’s suggestion when a servant entered and informed her that Little Miss Crawford visited them. Mrs. Ferguson hurriedly asked Yena to wait and went out to receive Lilly.

Yena’s face went dark as Mrs. Ferguson left the room.

Her little cousin was here? Was she coming to steal her stuff again? How annoying!

while, Mrs. Ferguson returned with a

eyes lit up, and she spoke

not even spare her

a red veil standing behind Yena and said, “Mrs. Ferguson,

took a step

the Ruler of Hell’s descendants was a pressure that ordinary ghosts could not bear. Even though her master would become the true Ruler of Hell in the future, this troublesome little brat in

immediately wanted to

and

female ghost blinked

What nonsense is this?

to her shock, she found that

did not know how Lilly had managed to do it. Why was

That made no sense!

bewildered. Yena quickly spoke up. “Lilly, what are you doing? Mrs. Ferguson’s son was haunted by a ghost, and I helped Mrs. Ferguson to get rid

sure to emphasize that she was

her head and refuted, “Mrs. Ferguson’s son isn’t haunted at all, you’re the

was taken aback, finding it hard

that it was the bad fortune of the Ferguson family that allowed the malevolent spirit to enter. She knew that Lilly was up to no good, with her meddling in the Book of Life and tampering with her life. Now she was

turned red, and she looked at Blake with a pleading expression, saying. “Uncle Blake, I

do it!”

she turned to Mrs. Ferguson and continued, “Mrs. Ferguson, he’s

something, but she hesitated due to her jealousy towards Blake. Although Blake did not have a good relationship

I won’t hit

her face stinging as

week, stood nearby.

In the end, it was all about who

words.

out and pulled on him, tugging him forcefully. Suddenly, a little ghost emerged

to death, but its pale, lifeless eyes were fixed

ghosts, Mrs. Ferguson had not seen any ghosts. She only saw her son suddenly get

Lilly pulled out the little ghost, Mrs. Ferguson screamed in shock, nearly knocking over

a ghost!” Mrs. Ferguson exclaimed, stepping

there really is a ghost! How strange, I just took care of it, why

glanced at Lilly as she spoke, implying that Lilly brought the little

directly, “Are you saying that I