Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Once again, Josh shattered his fleeting elegance.

He fled, with the human head in hot pursuit, and behind them, Josh chased after him with his frying pan.

Gritting his teeth, Josh seized the nearby net hanging from a tree and viciously threw it at the head trailing behind him. He then threw himself to the ground, rolling around before rising heroically.

Glancing back, Josh saw that the head had been ensnared by the net. This net was Josh’s invention, imitating Lilly’s spirit net. It proved highly effective in capturing the ghostly head.

However, unlike Lilly’s spirit net, which automatically restrained ghosts, this makeshift net lacked such capabilities. The ghost head struggled fiercely, attempting to break free from the net.

Acting swiftly, Josh grabbed a handful of talismans and hurled them at the head.

“Whoosh!”

Green flames erupted, instantly reducing the ghost head to an unrecognizable state, causing it to scream in agony.

Taking advantage of the moment, Josh swiftly collected the scattered talismans from the ground, grabbing a handful and throwing them without distinguishing between their specific purposes. His primary objective was to destroy the head.

Fortunately, among the talismans were two matching ones, while the remaining seven or eight were peace blessings, evil spirit talismans, and others. Even if they had fallen and gathered some dust, they could still be used.

The ghost head was restrained. Lilly’s talismans were incredibly useful, leaving the ghost head on the verge of “dying”, trapped in the net and twitching sporadically, akin to a lifeless fish.

Josh let out a sigh of relief, finally allowing himself a few deep breaths to calm down.

“Are you willing to tell me now? Who are you? How did you die? Where are you from…” Josh demanded, locking eyes with the ghost head, which remained motionless.

going to speak? I still have more

confidence, Josh swiftly attached a truth talisman to the

it feels pretty cool to stick a talisman like

stirred, almost on the verge of vomiting blood. It was not that it could not speak,

it began to recall whose head it

and I’m from Motostoke…” the head

Finally, it remembered!

grew excited, feeling a sense

Motostoke. I used to

that kindergarten was

the head couldn’t

young children…” The ghost head smacked its lips and continued, “Especially

shocked, “Huh? Wait, so you’ve been following me? Isn’t my brother handsome? Why don’t

this, he would readily admit that his brother was more attractive than

ghost head replied,

gaze fixed

preferred younger children, and the ones

head taller than his brother, appearing more mature and stable, occasionally resembling

He liked charming kids.

not on other aspects; he simply found it

Liking children?

it be that he works near the kindergarten,

off, raising doubts in