Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Little did the bootlicker know that his unintentional flattery had struck a nerve.

“He served two women simultaneously—one in power and the other the wife of a prominent figure on the rich list.”

“He knew that both women’s husbands were inadequate and that they had been neglected, so he took advantage of the opportunity to please them.”

The one in power could provide him with protection for his dubious business practices, while the wealthy one could offer him investments, allowing his business to flourish.

Everyone in their circle knew about his “betrayal,” and how he relied on women instead of relying on his abilities. It was always his biggest concern.

Not to mention, both women were far from attractive. They were middle-aged, with beer bellies bigger than most men’s and thighs so thick they had extra fat bulging out.

“He tried to please both sides, relying entirely on medications to maintain his performance.”

That’s why those two flattering remarks struck a nerve, inadvertently hitting him where it hurt the most.

“He twisted my words and claimed that I was so skilled in socializing and had such extensive connections that I must have known about his affair with the two women all along. And he even sneered about his declining virility.”

Poor bootlicker, wrongly accused; he genuinely had no idea!

But the boss didn’t give him a chance to speak, and he cut his waist, leaving him for dead.

“That’s how I died!” the bootlicker exclaimed. “After my waist was cut, I didn’t die immediately. It was the infection that followed that ended my life.”

Fearing that he would report the incident, the boss locked him up in a room, guarded and prevented him from leaving.

It was in that confinement that he contracted an infection and died from septicemia.

“After death, all I wanted was to reclaim my ‘waist.’ You know, they say if a corpse is not intact, it can’t be reincarnated.”

Reclaiming my ‘waist’ was about retrieving my soul, not getting my physical waist back.

To put it simply, I needed to find my soul in its entirety.

“But little did I know, my ‘waist’ was clenched in the jaws of a black dog,” the bootlicker said. “A vicious dog, extremely skilled at hunting down spirits.”

To reclaim his ‘waist,’ he spent over ten years battling with the black dog until it finally died and he truly regained his ‘waist.’

And that’s how he became a malignant spirit.

speechless. “No

his waist had such an

struck the bootlicker’s weakest

control, will you follow Lilly or choose to dissipate

Josh in

to follow

even sought revenge

hurt, and he was determined to scatter

to

an eyebrow.

blade, threatening the bootlicker’s soul tucked away

The bootlicker fell silent.

had no choice but to lower his

malignant spirit, there was no way he would easily give up

but it’s not that simple to see through our

bootlicker, suppressed by Lilly’s disdain spell,

so many malignant spirits around this

of ghost generals and ghost

he had on that day

off. So, it

raised her hand and casually flicked

retracted the disdain spell that had been

that instant, the bootlicker finally realized that Lilly was not merely a formidable child. She was

was the

mind raced, and in

face. “I am willing to follow you, serving you faithfully, willing

was something extraordinary about

was the radiance of your

It was your majesty, Ruler of Hell, emanating from you at such a

the ghosts fell into

Hell Ruler Palace emits gas. Do you want to

Hell Ruler Palace

flattery it shall be! Being able to become one

Josh

raised her hand and swiftly

only