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!”

As soon as the doors shut, Josh felt a wave of

This head is terrifying!

blood. Despite staring at it for a

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

he had regained his composure, Josh began to think more logically. “The neck was cleanly

uneasy. Even inside the elevator, he could sense the

“Ding…”

the first floor, and the doors

out, picking up their

way out, Josh abruptly halted and grabbed onto Drake’s arm, causing him

is it?” Drake asked,

hard. “It’s following me again…” he

Josh hurriedly made his way out

hung

quickened his pace as well, their feet carrying them

just in time. Josh rushed toward

care about your image at a time

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

driver adjusted the air conditioner to

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

not contain his anger and fear any longer. His voice trembled

front of him turned around,

love letter before, looked at her curiously. She was from the class

“Hi, Drake. It’s me… I’m

remembered who she was. She was the girl who had written a love letter