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!”

near the elevator doors, fixated on them as they closed. As soon

This head is terrifying!

staring at it for a while, Josh still could not

dismembered head in the hospital?” he wondered

Josh began to think more logically. “The neck was cleanly cut. It looks like

brother’s muttering, feeling increasingly uneasy. Even inside the elevator, he could sense the tension

“Ding…”

the first

swiftly stepped out,

they were making their way out, Josh abruptly halted and grabbed

it?” Drake

swallowed hard. “It’s following

the head, Josh hurriedly

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

sense of urgency, quickened his pace as well, their feet

bus, they were fortunate to find the bus approaching just in time. Josh rushed toward

you still care about your image

to have escaped the unsettling presence of the head. The bus driver, noticing the boys’

the driver adjusted

became chilly. He

anger and fear any longer. His voice trembled as he angrily questioned,

of him turned around, her eyes betraying a

recognizing her as the girl who had sent him a love letter before,

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

had written a love letter to someone