Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

The cabinet was open without any warning in the mortuary. Josh was extremely terrified, and he clung to Blake. There was a dead silence, and there was not any movement from the cabinet except for its opening. Josh thought that a hand or a head might pop out, or the entire corpse might stand up. But nothing happened, which made the wait even scarier. Josh gulped and said, “Un… Uncle Blake, can you take a look?” Blake picked Josh up and threw him over. “How can you be great in the future if you’re this timid now?” Josh thought, He’s so cruel! The future isn’t now; I must be very brave in the future!

He was thrown against the cabinet, and before he could react, he made eye contact with the corpse inside it. There was a tiny corpse in the icy cabinet; her eyes were opened wide, and she was staring right at him. He was extremely terrified, but he did not dare to shout. His cheeks were flustered. He was worried that the corpse would “catch” him if he breathed. He held his breath, trying to stand up. But his legs were weak; he lost control and fell into the cabinet. Fu… F*ck! His entire body almost touched the corpse, and magically he was calmed. He was still scared, but he managed to have a close look at her. This body isn’t Jannat! Wait, why is she wearing Jannat’s clothes? He was sure that Jannat wore the same clothes as this corpse the morning they met her. So, where is Jannat? She asked us to meet her here, and we’ve been here for so long. We’re even making so much noise, so she should hear us by now.

mortuary is extremely huge. Why didn’t I ask for the exact cabinet? Josh was multitasking at the moment; he was thinking while he tried to climb out of the

Pablo, and Blake all had the same thought looking at him: Is he really the future Asmodeus? Asmodeus has to

Pablo said, “Or we can lock him in the cabinet.” Josh was upset. They’re not helping me, and they’re having a conversation now! He was fighting with the tiny corpse in the cabinet. In the beginning, he did not dare to touch her, but he had no choice but to bite her hand and push her away. His shirt was torn, but the hand was still grabbing onto his arm; his arm was bruised by her strong grip. “What the…” He said anxiously, “Stop grabbing me; stop it!” The corpse suddenly looked at him, and he was losing it. “What do you want?” he asked. “Where’s Jannat? Why are you wearing her clothes?