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

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

knowing whether he

and pain that he experienced earlier that he could not distinguish between illusion and reality. The despair and humiliation felt so real to

to see her in such a state as Mrs. Szell had perfected the art of manipulating others with her emotions to get

out while

weakling spirit just stood there watching them quietly as

heartbroken and

Szell may not be a good person, but

not get a divorce because of him while

ghost appeared beside him without him noticing

the kid, Michael! The kid’s

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

teach Peter a lesson, instead, he was

away without even

said flatly, “Let’s go, we need to

after

not done enjoying myself

also rubbed her chin

mother and Charlotte’s father were acting strange,

love for her! He said that he had been thinking of her nonstop ever since

give him an earful, instead, she blushed

actions caught the harem spirit off

started to wonder if her own lustfulness had begun affecting

left

expect the two of them to keep

to a date at night over milk

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

two secretly planning

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