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.

the weakling spirit whispered as it briefly possessed her, softly

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

with affection, unwilling to wake her up. After pondering for a

jar of

ceremonial ball shimmered with a faint light, resembling a silkworm cocoon.

The next day.

o’clock, and Bettany had already prepared

by the bedside and

Bettany’s hand and rubbed her face against

cheeks were rosy, and she

a

is here!” Bettany rubbed her face with her

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

brush her teeth and wash

in front of the mirror, she glanced at the jar of

has turned

sensed Lilly, and he

he said. “Last night, Master Belmont’s soul lamp suddenly exploded and turned into a

and the harem spirit kept an eye on it all night, but there were no other changes. We wanted to wake you up right away, but we didn’t have the heart to disturb you…” He

spirit worried that Lilly might misunderstand. Everyone knew about her deep affection

examine it,

had grown out of

would be like plucking a plant, and

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

take your time. Granny will make you

it was time to poop. Not going to the bathroom would

Bettany left.

She thought about running

inside and

was puzzled and asked, “What’s