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!

Ferguson returned with a displeased

Blake, her eyes lit up,

did not even spare her

focused her gaze on the female ghost in a red veil standing behind Yena and said, “Mrs. Ferguson, your son is not haunted by

female ghost took

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,

female ghost immediately wanted to

his hand and commanded,

female ghost

What nonsense is this?

running, but to her shock, she found that

not know how Lilly had managed to do it. Why was she suddenly locked up when

That made no sense!

a sudden, everyone present was left bewildered. Yena quickly spoke up. “Lilly, what are you doing?

made sure to emphasize that she was the one who helped Mrs.

refuted, “Mrs. Ferguson’s son isn’t haunted at all, you’re the one who made the ghost haunt

taken aback, finding it

enter. She knew that Lilly was up to no good, with her meddling in the Book

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

do it!”

turned to Mrs. Ferguson and continued, “Mrs. Ferguson, he’s my uncle… I wouldn’t

jealousy towards Blake. Although Blake did not have a good relationship with the MacNeil family in Alfornada, he was an adult, so what if he did not

I won’t hit a

her face stinging as she was

Mrs. Ferguson’s son, who had been ill for a week, stood nearby. Despite being

want to argue any further. In the end, it was all

words.

him, tugging him forcefully. Suddenly, a little ghost

as if it had been burnt to death, but its

any ghosts. She only saw

out the little ghost, Mrs. Ferguson screamed

a ghost!” Mrs.

stunned, but quickly recovered and said, “Yes, there really is a ghost! How strange, I just took care

she spoke, implying that Lilly

“Are you saying that I