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.

He felt like his parents did not care about him at

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

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

left,

deliver his friend’s bag to

the crowd behind him, his friend lowered his cap and

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

over and over, but his friend got into a car and drove

his friend drove

nearly separated from his body. All that was left of his neck was a

saw before closing my eyes forever

me anymore, but still came for me in

they could, but the police held them back. My father, the man who threatened to beat me to

the rebel ghost

to cry and scream for his parents, regretting every stupid mistake he

was too late… you only got one chance at life. He died, just

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 at the very same place. He was tortured endlessly, until

how he became the

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

regret it, don’t you! Grandma always said to listen

to the side. “What regret? The word ‘regret’ doesn’t

they clearly took important words out! It has to be a pirated

ghost was

the ‘ghost story’, the other spirits

are you coming back to the spirit jar as

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

put you in the palace

ghost

he have a choice

spewing a string of curses. The ‘stupid spirit jar’, clearly upset, narrowed its opening as he entered, pinching him by

ghost’s head came

He cursed even