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!”

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

This head is terrifying!

at it for a while, Josh still could

in the hospital?” he wondered aloud.

regained his composure, Josh began to think more logically. “The neck was cleanly cut. It looks like someone dismembered

the elevator, he could sense the tension building in his

“Ding…”

the first floor, and the doors

swiftly stepped out,

Josh abruptly halted and

it?” Drake

following me again…”

the head, Josh hurriedly made his way out

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

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

to find the bus approaching just in time. Josh rushed toward it, glancing back to see

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and managed to board the bus, relieved to have escaped the unsettling presence of the

the driver adjusted

not help but shiver as the bus became chilly. He glanced ahead and saw the head floating nearby, still

not contain his anger and fear any longer. His voice trembled as he angrily questioned, “Why are

turned around, her eyes betraying a hint of panic.

as the girl who had sent him a love letter before, looked at her curiously. She was from the class

soft voice, “Hi, Drake.

had written a love letter to someone despite not knowing how to