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 felt

This head is terrifying!

together with dried, blackened blood. Despite staring at it for a while, Josh still could

there a dismembered head in the hospital?” he wondered aloud. “And it’s still

to think more logically. “The neck

increasingly uneasy. Even inside the

“Ding…”

reached the first floor,

brothers swiftly stepped out, picking up their pace

just as they were making their way out, Josh abruptly halted and grabbed onto Drake’s arm,

is it?” Drake

“It’s following me

his brother around the head, Josh hurriedly made his

a sense of cloudiness hung in the air—a

and Drake, feeling a sense of urgency, quickened his pace as

in time. Josh rushed toward it, glancing back to see the head still following

about your

board the bus, relieved to have escaped the unsettling presence of the head. The bus driver, noticing

driver adjusted the

help but shiver as the bus became chilly. He glanced ahead and saw the head floating nearby, still

his anger and fear any longer. His voice trembled as he

front of him turned around, her eyes betraying

girl who had sent him a love letter before,

in a soft voice, “Hi, Drake. It’s me… I’m in

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