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.

way to trace the current back to its origin,”

became oppressive. It

to see in the dark, but even she could not make out

ghost suggested, pulling Lilly to a stop. It was too dangerous to

held up a torch, but to their disappointment, it refused to ignite. “It’s no use,” he sighed. “I tried, but even the fire of a will-o-wisp won’t light up here.”

chimed in, saying, “Maybe

Spiritual Fire be considered a will-o-wisp? If we

when she realized that it would not ignite either. She

tried to comfort her, saying, “Lilly, it’s okay,

switched it on, instantly illuminating the entire cave.

momentarily stunned by the

Lilly asked. “I wasn’t paying

replied

exclaim, “That’s brilliant! Why didn’t we think of bringing a

the cave with the flashlight, replied in a somewhat paternal tone, “Isn’t

when metaphysics fails, try using science.”

of science,

Uhm…

Vesting Bamboo Shoots

were

the

of the cave resembled a karst cave. After the uphill path they had traversed earlier, the terrain flattened out, and the ground became slightly concave,

from their tips and collecting in the puddles below.

as she walked along, allowing the jar of souls to collect all

spring?” the

bridal ghost, Jessie, and the others, scattered throughout the cave, responded one

“No.”

“Nothing here either!”

find the source where the spring water came from. This whole area is