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!”

bawl. His face was

me!”

was still in a daze, not knowing whether he was

was consumed by the fear, outrage, and pain that he experienced earlier that he could not distinguish between illusion and reality. The despair and

a state, Mrs. Szell was genuinely terrified. It was a rare sight to see her in such a state as

rushed out while cradling

quietly as the two figures fade out of

heartbroken and

be a good person, but she still treated her son

get

him without him noticing and

did a number on the

quietly, “Don’t

Peter a lesson, instead, he was

as he drifted away without even looking at

just said flatly, “Let’s go, we need to catch up to

was gone after he finished

already? But I’m not

spirit also rubbed her chin and muttered, “Me

the harem spirit noticed Isabella’s mother and Charlotte’s father were acting strange,

for her! He said that he had been thinking of her

Isabella’s mother to give him an

caught the

own lustfulness had begun

quickly left without doing

of them

they agreed to a date at night over milk

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

the two secretly planning a

just go, there’s nothing to see here. You don’t want to be