Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 844 Polly’s Keen Eye

The cats who had not tasted the goat milk stared at the empty cans left behind by His Highness.

Their minds were blank, and they were genuinely curious about the taste of the goat milk.

Unexpectedly, the black cat responded coldly, “Are you mocking me?”

The uneducated cat furrowed its brows and quickly straightened up, saying, “Your Highness, I would never dare!”

The black cat gazed at Lilly’s retreating figure. After a while, it picked up the empty goat milk can, shook it, and they can vanished.

In a short while, it disappeared completely.

The uneducated cat pursed its lips and mumbled, “His Highness is so stingy!”

It could not believe that the black cat took the can away and stored it for himself.

Another cat nearby gave it a blank look and retorted, “What, do you want to lick the empty can?”

Look at how worthless you are!

The cat involuntarily licked the corner of its mouth, then quickly caught up with His Highness.

Lilly took the map and immediately summoned the ghosts once again.

This time, Lisa did not come along. Lilly had decided to leave Lisa in the human world so that she could! assist her brother in capturing the head ghost.

Little did she know, her Aunt Lisa had been called away by Anthony, leaving her two brothers to catch ghosts on their own.

Regardless, they both had amulets and bracelets on them. Anthony believed there was no danger, so he allowed them to handle it themselves as a form of exercise.

this time it was only Lilly and her companions, including Polly, not

ice pond, forming a circle with the map spread out in the

cowardly ghost stared at the map

entire Earth. It was divided into various regions, with Ghost

at. If it weren’t for the black cat’s guidance on the location of the Ghost Abyss earlier, they would have had to search for a

map,” the harem spirit said, approaching with astonishment. “Absolutely, at first glance, this map

pressed her face

detailed, with the smallest font thinner than an

1

focused on the

written in unknown characters. From a distance, it seemed like a single font, but upon closer inspection, she

were “written” by the Thirteen Stations of

Route, Outlook Tower, Hellhound Ridge, Golden Ridge… Prosper

Hell. The Palace of

City lay the Ghost Palace, where ordinary ghosts who had died and not yet been reincarnated resided. It was akin to prefecture–level cities beneath the

her eyes and tears welled

like a picture on a mobile phone…” Lilly sat up straight and rubbed her

size of a 40–inch desk. Trying to examine a minuscule area was like staring at an ant, requiring close scrutiny to

sighed, rubbing its eyes. “Not only are our eyes strained, but our souls are

eyes. The person who created this map must not have used

I had a

shoulder, tilting its

exclaimed, holding something

Its

eyes

acted as magnifying glasses!

eyes were different