Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Bettany’s vision was still blurry, and she had a lingering feeling that something had flown over, but she could not see it.

She looked suspiciously at the frying pan in Josh’s hand, thinking that the flickering black shadow might have been caused by the pan.

“Why did you bring a frying pan here?” Bettany asked, puzzled.

Josh’s eyes widened as he stared at the head floating behind his grandmother. The head, still recovering from the beating, floated up from behind Bettany and fixed its gaze on Josh.

Josh felt a chill run down his spine from being stared at by the head.

Bettany turned around to see what Josh was looking at and asked again, “What are you looking at? I’m asking you something! Why do you have a pan…”

Josh panicked and blurted out a nonsense excuse, “I… I was going to fry an egg for Grandpa.”

Hugh and Bettany exchanged bewildered glances, while Drake remained silent and frowned.

Hugh, maintaining his serious expression, spoke firmly, “You don’t need to fry anything. Go home immediately.”

The two brothers obediently turned to leave. As they walked out, they overheard other family members of patients passing by, expressing admiration for their filial behavior.

“These brothers are so young, yet they’re quite devoted to their grandparents…”

“That’s right. Unlike my ungrateful son, I’ve been in the hospital for so long, but he rarely visits. He just pops in for a short while and then leaves.”

As the two brothers approached the elevator, Josh kept glancing over his shoulder.

Drake noticed his behavior and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Josh exclaimed in horror, “It’s following me!”

doors, fixated on them as they closed. As soon as the doors shut, Josh

This head is terrifying!

together with dried, blackened blood. Despite staring at it for a while, Josh still could not discern whether it

is there a dismembered head in the hospital?” he

began to think more logically. “The

uneasy. Even inside the

“Ding…”

first floor, and the doors

stepped out, picking up their pace

out, Josh abruptly halted and grabbed

it?” Drake

following

head, Josh hurriedly made his way

sunny, but a sense of cloudiness hung in the air—a sharp contrast to the

started running, and Drake, feeling a sense of urgency, quickened his pace as well, their feet carrying them forward

just in time. Josh rushed toward it, glancing back

do you still care about your

beads of sweat from his forehead and managed to board the bus, relieved to have escaped the unsettling presence of the head. The

their comfort, the driver adjusted the air

the bus became chilly. He glanced ahead and saw the head floating

anger and fear any longer. His voice trembled as he

that moment, a young girl seated in front of him turned around, her

sent him a love letter before, looked at her

“Hi, Drake. It’s me… I’m in the class next

finally remembered who she was. She was the girl who had written a love letter to someone despite not knowing how to read.novelxo.com