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.

hitting his waist

struck the bootlicker’s weakest spot. Ha! He

you’re under my control, will

bootlicker looked at Josh in

to follow these two

revenge on his

had been hit where it hurt, and he was determined to scatter his boss’s

become stronger, strong enough to touch physical objects and dig

an eyebrow. “You

bootlicker’s soul tucked away in the

The bootlicker fell silent.

lower his head

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

spirit shook her head. “Flattery may be impressive, but it’s not that simple to

by Lilly’s disdain spell, paused upon hearing these

so many malignant spirits

earned the loyalty of

feeling he had

was off. So,

raised her hand and casually flicked

the disdain spell that had

formidable child. She was none other than the Ruler of

She… She was the Ruler of

raced, and in a flash,

the bootlicker’s face. “I am willing to follow you,

I knew there was something extraordinary about you the moment I laid

light. It was the radiance of your majesty, the radiance of holiness, the radiance that suppresses all

Hell, emanating from you at such a young age,

Josh, and the

flattery. I don’t need flattery. Only Hell Ruler

waved the Hell Ruler Palace in

not, I dare not! If the Ruler of Hell says no flattery, then no flattery it shall be! Being able to become one of the ghost generals under the command of the Ruler of Hell, I suddenly realize

Josh remained

hand and swiftly

only