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.

was speechless.

hitting his waist had

had unintentionally struck the bootlicker’s weakest spot. Ha! He truly

that you’re under my control, will you follow Lilly or choose to

bootlicker looked at Josh

want to follow these two

sought revenge on his boss

and he was determined

to become stronger, strong enough to touch

raised an eyebrow. “You

raised the ritual blade, threatening the bootlicker’s soul

The bootlicker fell silent.

had no choice but to lower his head

‘waist,’ becoming a malignant spirit, there was no way

“Flattery may be impressive, but it’s not that simple to see through our Lilly’s

by Lilly’s disdain

could there be so many malignant spirits around this child? No, wait, they were ghost generals and ghost

the loyalty of ghost generals and

feeling he had on that day

knew something was off. So, it was here…” the bootlicker

casually flicked her finger. “Oh,

spell that

was not merely a formidable child. She was none other than the Ruler of Hell,

She was the Ruler of

in a flash,

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

about you the moment I laid eyes

your majesty, the radiance of holiness, the radiance that suppresses all evil in

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

the ghosts fell into

said speechlessly. “Enough with the flattery. I don’t need flattery. Only Hell Ruler Palace emits

waved the Hell Ruler Palace in her

then no flattery it shall be! Being able to become one of the ghost generals under the command of the Ruler

and Josh remained

and swiftly collected

only Peter’s mother