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.”

in this family had leukemia, and

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

Who could withstand the neighbors

even afraid to leave our homes during the day,” the neighbor complained, frustrated and helpless. “We’ve talked to them, but they don’t listen. We dare not say much either. Even our

didn’t stay long, complaining a

and Josh walked ahead, while Blake followed behind, instinctively surveying their

small girl huddled sadly in the corner

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

sat on the living room couch, presumably Miah’s father, anxiously making

look at my daughter… She’s not dead, she

father fell silent for a

circled things with a pen on a piece of paper. “Look at this, honey,” she said to Miah’s

although it’s a novel… It says here that a woman with a terminal illness was cryogenically frozen

the main room, a man in a robe vigorously shook a bell, murmuring and chanting a

return! Spirits return! Return