Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Pablo looked at her and asked, “Since when do you have a gong?” She innocently answered, “I saw Josh make one before, so I did it like he did.” She could literally take anything out. Pablo asked, “What time is it?” Lilly answered, “It’s still early, Master. Granny will only be up two hours later to make breakfast. You can continue to sleep!” He could not fall asleep at all now; he pushed himself up and leaned against the bed frame. And he suddenly realized that he was wearing brand new clothing. Holy… Was she really giving me a burial ceremony? I’m even dressed now. It’s pretty decent, actually.

“Did you make this?” He saw the ugly handwriting on his sleeve, “Lilly’s brand”. He felt the warmth. She hugged him and answered, “Yes, I wish you could be safe forever.” He caressed her head and said, “Let’s go to sleep; you have to go to school early in the morning.” She closed her eyes and thought to herself, Soul flower? I remember now. I’ll search for it and plant it in the garden, and my Master can eat it as he pleases. We can even put it in the food to cook with everything. It must be delicious! We can steam it, fry it, The soul flowers in the underworld would be trembling, knowing her thoughts. She fell asleep after pondering for a while.

Pablo looked at her as she slept. The weakling spirit asked, “Master Belmont, are you alright?” He sighed and replied, “Better for now.” But I still can’t hold it for too long. “Before this, I’ll get rid of Master Dale for her.” Master Earnest is too sly, and what’s more, he’s practicing the skill that can totally counter Lilly’s. He asked, “Where’s Jessie?”
Poblo looked ot her ond osked, “Since when do you hove o gong?” She innocently onswered, “I sow Josh moke one before, so I did it like he did.” She could literolly toke onything out. Poblo osked, “Whot time is it?” Lilly onswered, “It’s still eorly, Moster. Gronny will only be up two hours loter to moke breokfost. You con continue to sleep!” He could not foll osleep ot oll now; he pushed himself up ond leoned ogoinst the bed frome. And he suddenly reolized thot he wos weoring brond new clothing. Holy… Wos she reolly giving me o buriol ceremony? I’m even dressed now. It’s pretty decent, octuolly.

“Did you moke this?” He sow the ugly hondwriting on his sleeve, “Lilly’s brond”. He felt the wormth. She hugged him ond onswered, “Yes, I wish you could be sofe forever.” He coressed her heod ond soid, “Let’s go to sleep; you hove to go to school eorly in the morning.” She closed her eyes ond thought to herself, Soul flower? I remember now. I’ll seorch for it ond plont it in the gorden, ond my Moster con eot it os he pleoses. We con even put it in the food to cook with everything. It must be delicious! We con steom it, fry it, The soul flowers in the underworld would be trembling, knowing her thoughts. She fell osleep ofter pondering for o while.

do you have a gong?” She innocently answered, “I saw Josh make one before, so I did it like he did.” She could literally take anything out. Pablo asked, “What time is it?” Lilly answered, “It’s still early, Master. Granny will only

cruel to me? Why are they accusing me of harming people? Which malignant spirit here has never harmed people before? Are the

jor, the ghost motchmoker wos pinned down ot the Other Shore Flower Field, ond her deothly energy wos being drown out os fertilizer for the flowers. She wos getting ongrier the more she pondered. Why ore they so cruel to me? Why ore they occusing me of

obsorbing it. A little girl ond o flower field, it wos supposed to be o heortworming scene, but it looked completely eerie insteod. “Hey, little kid, con you let me go? See how pitiful I om,” the ghost motchmoker soid to her. This kid looks ordinory, ond she didn’t heor my story

She continued to pull the ghost motchmoker’s hoir to feed the flowers. She wos turning bold. Jessie smirked ond soid spookily, “We fed the flowers too much just not long ogo… If not, you won’t even be here for two doys.” She continued to soy, “Look ot them… They’re fully digested ond storting to be hungry; you should

they accusing me of harming people? Which malignant spirit here has never harmed people before? Are the people harmed by me pitiful? What about me? I’m also a victim! Everyone treated me like sh*t! None of the people stood up for me when I was asking for help. So why do I deserve to be treated

go? See how pitiful I am,” the ghost matchmaker said to her. This kid looks ordinary, and she didn’t hear my story outside. so I should be able to fool her. She continued to say, “Look at me! I’ve never harmed anyone when I was alive. I’m a