Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

The head hovered on the verge of oblivion, on the brink of dissipating completely, but it was struck with the frying pan once again.

Silence enveloped the surroundings for a long moment.

However, the truth talisman remained firmly attached to the head. As long as even a trace of lingering resentment remained, it compelled the head to continue divulging its dark secrets.

“I asked that woman to help me take the photos. Each photo cost a dollar,” it confessed.

Naturally, the price would increase if the scope of the request expanded.

Every day, without fail, he would spend one or two hundred dollars purchasing photos from that woman.

But gradually, he was no longer satisfied.

“One day, I encountered a young boy from my neighborhood who had just returned home from school…”

“I knew him well. I had been observing him for quite some time. His parents were always occupied, and on certain days, they would drop him off at the community gate before rushing off to work overtime.”

On that particular day, the little boy walked home alone, holding two buns.

Hex guessed that those two buns would serve as his dinner for the night.

There was no one else in his family—no grandparents or relatives who could pick him up. If there were, surely they would have been there for him.

“So, I gathered my courage and approached him,” the head continued.

“Children are easily swayed. I told him I was his neighbor, expressing concern about his busy parents. How could it be alright for him to have buns for dinner? I invited him to my house for dinner, promising that I had Ultraman there…”

In this way, the child was lured away.

Of course, the child was not spared.

“I didn’t kill him in the end,” the head claimed. A tinge of regret seeped into its voice, “I merely threatened him, warning him not to tell anything to his parents. I made it clear that if he did, I would subject him to the same treatment next time.”

Josh tightened his grip on the frying pan, and once again smacked it with a resounding impact.

This time, the ghost head let out a puff of air, unable to maintain its form, and dispersed into a cloud of black mist.

“Even if he didn’t tell his parents, you would have treated him the same way next time!”

This is madness!

happened once, it would happen again, there were no signs of

moment, then spoke with a bitter tone, “I should have

returned home, his mother

and neglectful, as long as the child

the boy’s parents discovered the

father beat him up

board before or after your death? And how did

the ghost with the head had been completely obliterated, transforming into a wisp of black

Josh was momentarily speechless…

hit him too

enough to uncover the identity

death was somewhat deserved, but unfortunately, the boy’s father would now face charges of

all along, simply

had ended up like

complexity. As a result of exerting too much force earlier, his legs gave way, causing him to collapse

that tense moment, fatigue had

this very instant, a wave of empathy washed over Josh as he understood Lilly’s emotions and

pan to slip from his

scattered nets and carefully folding them before placing them

strewn about, moving slowly, giving Josh enough time

efforts, Josh’s hands were

remembered something, and swiftly retrieved a water

Drake

was the water from the ice pond that their sister had given

it felt purer than any

could not resist sneaking a taste for

the water dispelled the weariness of

inexhaustible strength coursing through his

the water and poured it

Beyond the woods…

and setting up cartoons for her, he felt a sense

cartoons without wandering around, he could not

to halt as he reached the outskirts

to address the dark aura on his arm; otherwise,