Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 851 Harvesting Bamboo Shoots

The cowardly ghost pondered and said, “Since it’s called the Spiritual Spring, there should be springs nearby.”

The harem spirit chimed in, poking her head out and adding, “That’s right! Where there’s a spring, there’s always a puddle nearby… I guess the spring water overflows because the puddle is full.”

Lilly felt a pang of sadness, thinking about how the overflowing water had falling into the bottomless abyss. It seemed like such a shame.

I’m taking it away!

I can’t be a wasteful kid!

Thrifting is a virtue! gone to waste,

Lilly enlarged the jar of souls, but she had to be careful not to make it too large. If it exceeded the crack in the cliff, it would be torn apart by the strange forces of the abyss outside.

So she enlarged it to the size of a small bucket, rapidly filling it with the immeasurable spiritual spring water. Even though it was a swift process, Lilly could not help but feel anxious.

“Michael, do you think Ivan could be here?” Lilly asked, her gaze fixed on the depths of the gap as the jar of souls absorbed the boundless spiritual spring.

The cowardly ghost, sipping water from the spiritual spring, replied, “It’s hard to say. The spring water rushes out and forms a waterfall. Normally, it would be impossible for a regular child to enter such a rapid current…”

Lilly nodded and said, “But Ivan is not a regular kid.”

The cowardly ghost sighed, feeling a bit unsettled once again. He turned around and punched the rebel ghost, which seemed to alleviate his frustration.

The rebel ghost was dumbfounded.

Meanwhile, the jar of souls had completely absorbed the spiritual spring, leaving the stone cliffs bare. The water that had once flowed up to Lilly’s waist now only remained as a thin layer on the rocks.

As they ventured further into the darkness, the tearing force from the abyss outside weakened, allowing the cowardly ghost to move more freely. He urged them to follow the current and search for the source of the spring.

a way to trace

rose higher and the darkness became oppressive.

the dark, but even she

a stop. It was too dangerous to

disappointment, it refused to ignite. “It’s no use,”

saying, “Maybe

on! So how could Spiritual Fire be considered a will-o-wisp? If we can’t light a will-o-wisp, then how

offer her Spiritual Fire when she realized that it

cowardly ghost tried to comfort her,

flashlight and switched

were momentarily stunned by the sudden burst of light.

saying?” Lilly asked. “I wasn’t paying attention

ghost replied quietly,

help but exclaim, “That’s brilliant! Why didn’t

replied in a somewhat paternal tone, “Isn’t it common sense?”

when metaphysics fails, try

product of science, a

Uhm…

Vesting Bamboo Shoots

ghosts were left speechless.

the powerful beam of light, the cave was illuminated, revealing its

traversed earlier,

ceiling, with water dripping from their tips and collecting in the puddles below.

let it go to waste!” Lilly murmured as she walked along, allowing the jar of souls

the spring?” the harem

the unlucky ghost, the bridal ghost, Jessie, and the others, scattered throughout the cave,

“No.”

“Nothing here either!”

where the spring water came from. This whole area is filled with puddles… It