Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Unable to bear it any longer, Peter put down his cutlery and went to his room. His parents were so busy arguing that they failed to notice anything wrong with him.

Later on, he was in so much pain that he could not even speak. Peter eventually passed out, just to wake out to the sounds of intense argument again.

Through the door, he could hear his parents in a heated exchange.

“Dad…mom…help…”

“Help me…call the ambulance…dad…”

“Mom…”

He mustered all of his strength but he could only whisper those final words.

No one heard him.

In his world, no one could hear him despite his desperate screams

Just like that, he died from the excruciating pain of an internal haemorrhage.

It hurt…It really hurt!!

Peter woke up with tears streaming down his face. He then curled up on the ground and started bawling his eyes out.

The weakling spirit shook his head as he backed away from Peter. He then silently looked on at the figure on the ground.

“Enjoy…little brat.” murmured the spirit as he turned around to leave.

Up until that moment, the unlucky ghost had been toying with Mrs. Szell and making her a fool in front of the other parents. She tripped over numerous random things so many times that her face was bruised, and she was covered in chalk dust and water.

When Mrs. Szell heard the commotion, she immediately ran over to look for Peter.

“Peter?! What happened to you?” yelled a shocked Mrs. Szell as she frantically cradled him.

“Are you hurt? What happened? Tell me!”

face

it hurts, mom…help me!” cried

still in a daze, not knowing whether he was still Michael or

by the fear, outrage, and pain that he experienced earlier that he could

state, Mrs. Szell was genuinely terrified. It was a rare sight to see her in such a state as Mrs. Szell had perfected the art of manipulating

rushed out while cradling

weakling spirit just stood there watching them quietly

felt heartbroken

be a good person, but she still treated her

that she did not get a

unlucky ghost appeared beside him without

number on the kid, Michael!

quietly, “Don’t you think

wanted to teach Peter

spirit kept quiet as he drifted away without even looking at the other

just said flatly, “Let’s go, we need

was gone after

not done enjoying myself yet.”

rubbed her

Isabella’s mother and Charlotte’s father were acting strange,

surprise, Charlotte’s father actually confessed his love for her! He said that he had been

give him an earful, instead, she blushed shyly without turning down his

actions caught the harem

own lustfulness

left without doing

them to keep

agreed to a date at night over milk

spirit, asking, “Oh? Wait for me, Harem. Aren’t you

two secretly planning a

said, “Let’s just go, there’s nothing to see here.