Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Miah’s family lived in a modest neighborhood, in an open-style apartment building where people from all walks of life resided.

As they entered the building, they were greeted by a talisman posted high on the wall, with a jar underneath and an incense stick inserted. The same talisman adorned the elevator door in the hallway, accompanied by another jar and incense stick in the corner.

Reaching the twenty-eighth floor after riding the elevator, they found the same setup in the hallway outside Miah’s apartment. However, Miah’s family took it to another level. Their door was wide open, revealing an altar filled with incense sticks, and candles burning incessantly on both sides, the melted wax filling the candle holders.

The atmosphere inside the house was suffocating, with smoke lingering in the air.

From time to time, the jingle of a practitioner’s bell could be heard.

A neighbor opened their door and reflexively glanced at the scene, muttering, “Geez, they’ve gone off the deep end. This is enough to scare anyone!”

Lilly asked, “Auntie, is it like this in their home every day?”

The neighbor glanced at them and replied, “Oh, yes. It’s fine during the day, but at night, we’re afraid to even open our doors.”

“Once, our neighbor from across the hall came out at night and was terrified by what he saw.”

family had leukemia, and everyone sympathized with their

the whole neighborhood was in mourning. On the first day when Miah’s parents broke down, refusing to give up, everyone offered

time went on, it became unbearable. Who

our homes during the day,” the neighbor complained, frustrated and helpless. “We’ve talked to them, but they don’t listen. We

neighbor didn’t stay long, complaining a bit before hurriedly

Blake followed behind, instinctively surveying their

a small girl huddled sadly in the corner of

house, but the people inside didn’t seem to hear

couch, presumably Miah’s father, anxiously making

“You’re an expert in this field, please, look at my daughter… She’s not dead, she can’t be dead. I beg you, just take a

seemed to end, and Miah’s father fell silent for a

“Look at this, honey,” she said to Miah’s father. “This is the most advanced technology in Buscueland. Dr. Laurent mentioned the possibility of cryogenically frozen

a woman

man in a robe vigorously shook a bell,

return!