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.

about him at all, only worrying that he would be a burden to

up at the end to deliver a monologue to

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

left,

just to safely deliver his friend’s bag to Bol

when he was going through security, the alarms went off. In the crowd

in trouble. He turned to run instinctively, the

to his friend over and over, but his friend

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

so harsh that his head nearly separated from his body. All that was left of his neck was a thin layer of skin, the

thing I saw before closing my

anymore, but still

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

was only then that the rebel ghost realized

to cry and scream for his parents, regretting every stupid mistake he had made. All those threats and taunts he had said to

only got one chance

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 was tortured endlessly, until his resentment

how he became

others, and his parents were just too stubborn and close-minded

don’t you! Grandma always said to listen to your

rebel ghost scoffed coldly, turning his head to the side. “What regret? The word

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

ghost

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

back to

his arms. “Why should I go back into your

have to put you in the palace of the Ruler

ghost

a choice

of curses. The ‘stupid spirit jar’, clearly upset, narrowed its

ghost’s head came

cursed even