Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

All the spirits rushed over upon hearing the commotion.

“What’s going on?” exclaimed Harem Spirit as she immediately noticed the situation on the tree. “Did Master Belmont explode?”

Indeed, the original soul lamp had exploded, leaving only a dazzling and magnificent ceremonial ball swaying gently in the wind on the tree.

The light was too bright, and the ghosts couldn’t see clearly inside.

“What’s going on…” puzzled the unlucky ghost. “Did Master Belmont really come back to life?”

“Oh my goodness,” exclaimed the ghost bride, “Master Belmont has turned into a ceremonial ball. Will I still be able to see him as a human?”

“This is… a botched transformation?” wondered the harem spirit.

The weakling spirit said, “Stop making things up, Master Belmont should have been saved.”

The ghosts stared at the ceremonial ball hanging from the tree.

As Master Belmont was spirited away, his spirits were shattered into tiny specks of light about to dissipate.

They searched for a soul flower to sustain him and found amphibious soil, finally condensing his spirit back together.

The harem spirit looked at a spot of mud on the ceremonial ball, feeling like they were molding clay figures.

Not only did they make clay figurines, but they also took turns taking care of them. This was some mysterious way of raising Master Belmont, dealing with his feces and urine.

“We should inform Lilly!” the weakling spirit shouted as he hurried out of the jar of souls.

Lilly rarely closed the jar of souls now, believing the spirits inside wouldn’t escape. The newly captured ghosts, as well as Michael and others, are able to keep an eye on them.

Therefore, the weakling spirit, harem spirit, unlucky ghost, and others from the early days came and went freely.

weakling spirit whispered as it briefly possessed her,

slept soundly, turning over with a small rabbit in her arms,

with affection, unwilling to wake her up. After pondering for a moment, he decided to call

jar

ceremonial ball shimmered with a faint light, resembling a silkworm cocoon. Still, it was impossible to see what was happening

The next day.

slept until past eleven o’clock, and Bettany had already prepared lunch. Lilly seemed groggy as

sat by

against it. Her voice

the restless sleepyhead woke up, her cheeks were rosy, and she had a hint of drowsiness in

a cute,

face with her thumb. “Are you ready to have something to

skipping breakfast, my stomach was starting to growl,” Lily said. She didn’t lazily stay in bed or wake up in a bad mood.

her teeth and wash

mirror, she glanced at the jar of souls using her telepathy

has turned into

Lilly,

are you awake?” he said. “Last night, Master Belmont’s soul lamp suddenly exploded and

on it all night, but there were no other changes. We wanted to wake you

worried that Lilly might misunderstand. Everyone knew about her deep affection for her master, so he hesitated to inform her immediately, fearing her

wanted to take out the Master’s ceremonial ball and examine

had grown out

it would be like plucking

her teeth, glanced outside, and said, “Granny, you go out first. I

“Alright, take your time. Granny will

night, it was time to poop. Not going

Bettany left.

running

Lilly pulled him inside and closed

puzzled and