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 pale and

it hurts, mom…help me!” cried Peter. “Call the

a daze, not knowing whether he

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

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

rushed out while

them quietly

felt heartbroken

a good person, but she still treated

mother claimed that she did not get a divorce

beside him without him noticing and yelped

on the kid,

asked quietly, “Don’t you think you

wanted to teach Peter a lesson,

as he drifted away

flatly, “Let’s go, we

after he finished

Are we going back already? But I’m not

also rubbed her

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

said that he had been thinking

was expecting Isabella’s mother to give him an earful,

caught the harem spirit

if her own lustfulness had begun affecting others around

harem spirit quickly left

two of them to keep exchanging flirtatious glances

a date at

caught up to the harem spirit, asking, “Oh? Wait for me, Harem. Aren’t you going to stay on and see what happens next while eating

the two secretly

nothing to see here. You don’t want to be