Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Lilly made a noise of confusion. She looked at her father, then at the harem spirit.

“Dad, why’d you attack Auntie Harem?” she asked.

Blake was calm. “Nothing. Just reminding her to speak politely.”

Lilly was speechless.uhh.

The harem spirit rubbed her head. That was supposed to be a reminder… sure.

All she could do was put on a solemn expression. “And then? I’ll bet you a lollipop that it was definitely your friend who caused your death.”

The rebel ghost opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to retaliate but had nothing to say.

“That’s right. I died because of him.”

They had been right. No one would be nice to you out of nowhere, and Hank’s friend was no exception.

He was the head of a small gang, and was trying to rope Hank into joining them.

When he told that to Hank, he did not think much of it.

He even thought of the scenes of honorable, loyal gang members as depicted in the movies, and felt like he was going to be destined for greatness.

But reality was never quite like what the movies made it out to be, and Hank was far from the lead actor.

He was merely a scapegoat.

“One day my friend told me to pack my things up and go with him to make a trade. I immediately felt like the lead role in a gangster movie I saw, young and full of spirit. I felt trusted by my fellow brother, I was so touched.”

He packed up his things at once, and got ready to leave Novak City.

His mother did her best to stop him upon finding out, even getting down on her knees crying as she begged him.

His father, in a fit of anger, picked up a clothes rack and threw it at him. He said that he would rather beat Hank to death than have him start any trouble outside.

at them coldly. He felt like his parents did not care about him at all, only worrying that he

at the end to deliver

beating as repayment for you raising me! I’m disowning you starting from today, and want nothing to

left,

to safely deliver his

through security, the alarms went off. In the crowd behind him, his friend lowered his

realized that he was in trouble. He turned to run instinctively, the police hot on his

out to his friend over and over, but his friend got into a car and drove off

after the car. Amidst the chaos, his friend drove the car straight at Hank, sending him flying ten

left of his neck was a thin layer of skin, the rest of him a

closing my eyes forever was

me anymore, but still came for me in

them back. My father, the man who threatened to beat me to a pulp… was held

that the rebel ghost

so bad. He wanted to cry and scream for his parents, regretting every stupid mistake

only got one

betrayed, regret for everything he had done, fear and terror at the very last moments of his life. They shackled him down, forcing him to relive his death over and over again at the very same place. He

he became the rebel

like the others, and his parents were just too stubborn and close-minded and refused to understand him… only

sighed. “Now you regret it, don’t you! Grandma always said to

the side. “What regret?

you study from? That won’t do, they clearly took important words out! It has

ghost was

the ‘ghost story’, the other spirits returned to the

back to the spirit jar as

back into your

have to put you in the palace of the Ruler

rebel ghost

have a

reluctantly, spewing a string of curses. The ‘stupid

rebel ghost’s head came

He cursed