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.

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

took their beating, and stood up at the end to deliver a monologue to

this beating as repayment for you raising me! I’m disowning you starting from today,

he left, never looking

was just to safely deliver his friend’s bag to

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

that he was in trouble. He turned to run instinctively, the

and over, but his friend got into a

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

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

I saw before closing

wouldn’t care about me anymore, but still came for me

man who threatened to

only then that the rebel ghost realized

hurt so bad. He wanted to cry and scream for his parents, regretting every stupid mistake he had made. All those threats and taunts he had

you only got one chance at life. He died, just like

the other emotions overtaking his soul… rage from being 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

was how he became

his parents were just too stubborn and close-minded and refused to understand him… only for the joke to

to

head to the side. “What

was confused. “What textbooks did you study from? That won’t do, they clearly took important words out! It has to be a pirated book, report it to the

rebel ghost

‘ghost story’, the other spirits returned to the

are you coming back to the spirit

rebel ghost crossed his arms. “Why should I go back

just have to put you in the palace of the

ghost was

have a

the spirit jar reluctantly, spewing a string of curses. The ‘stupid spirit jar’, clearly upset, narrowed

head came flying

He cursed even

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