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 was pale and drenched

me!” cried Peter. “Call

a daze, not knowing whether he was still Michael

he could not distinguish between illusion and

a 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 others with her emotions to

rushed out

weakling spirit just stood there watching them quietly as the

felt heartbroken

not be a good person, but

get a divorce because of him

beside him without him noticing and

the kid, Michael! The kid’s scared shitless.

the harem spirit asked quietly, “Don’t you think you

Peter a lesson, instead,

weakling spirit kept quiet as he drifted away without even looking at

we need to

gone after he

going back already? But I’m not

rubbed her

father were acting strange, so she decided to shadow them to see

he had been thinking of her nonstop

expecting Isabella’s mother to give him an earful, instead, she blushed shyly without turning down

actions caught the harem

if her own

spirit quickly left without

them to keep exchanging

to a date at night over milk

Harem. Aren’t you going to

the two

nothing to see here. You