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.

laughed at them coldly. He felt like his parents did not care about him at

stood up at the end to deliver a monologue to them like in

as repayment for you raising me! I’m disowning you starting

he left, never looking

to safely deliver his friend’s bag

he was going through security, the alarms went off. In the crowd behind him, his friend lowered his cap and turned to leave

He turned to run instinctively, the police hot on his heels as he chased after

but his friend got into a car

chased after the car. Amidst the chaos, his friend drove

from his body. All that was left of his neck was a thin layer of

saw before closing my eyes

anymore, but

everything they could, but the police held them back. My father, the man who threatened to beat me to a pulp… was held down on the ground,

rebel ghost realized that he had messed

mistake he had made. All those threats and taunts he had said to them

one chance at life. He

rage from being betrayed, regret for everything he had done, fear and terror at the very last moments of his life. They

he became the

thought that he was not like the others, and his parents were just too stubborn and close-minded and refused to understand him… only for the

always said to

scoffed coldly, turning his head to the side.

they clearly took important words out! It

rebel ghost was

‘ghost story’, the other spirits returned to the

back to the spirit jar

back into your stupid jar? What

put you in the palace of the Ruler

ghost was

he have a choice

string of curses. The ‘stupid spirit jar’, clearly upset, narrowed its opening as he entered,

ghost’s head came

cursed