Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Little did the bootlicker know that his unintentional flattery had struck a nerve.

“He served two women simultaneously—one in power and the other the wife of a prominent figure on the rich list.”

“He knew that both women’s husbands were inadequate and that they had been neglected, so he took advantage of the opportunity to please them.”

The one in power could provide him with protection for his dubious business practices, while the wealthy one could offer him investments, allowing his business to flourish.

Everyone in their circle knew about his “betrayal,” and how he relied on women instead of relying on his abilities. It was always his biggest concern.

Not to mention, both women were far from attractive. They were middle-aged, with beer bellies bigger than most men’s and thighs so thick they had extra fat bulging out.

“He tried to please both sides, relying entirely on medications to maintain his performance.”

That’s why those two flattering remarks struck a nerve, inadvertently hitting him where it hurt the most.

“He twisted my words and claimed that I was so skilled in socializing and had such extensive connections that I must have known about his affair with the two women all along. And he even sneered about his declining virility.”

Poor bootlicker, wrongly accused; he genuinely had no idea!

But the boss didn’t give him a chance to speak, and he cut his waist, leaving him for dead.

“That’s how I died!” the bootlicker exclaimed. “After my waist was cut, I didn’t die immediately. It was the infection that followed that ended my life.”

Fearing that he would report the incident, the boss locked him up in a room, guarded and prevented him from leaving.

It was in that confinement that he contracted an infection and died from septicemia.

“After death, all I wanted was to reclaim my ‘waist.’ You know, they say if a corpse is not intact, it can’t be reincarnated.”

Reclaiming my ‘waist’ was about retrieving my soul, not getting my physical waist back.

To put it simply, I needed to find my soul in its entirety.

“But little did I know, my ‘waist’ was clenched in the jaws of a black dog,” the bootlicker said. “A vicious dog, extremely skilled at hunting down spirits.”

To reclaim his ‘waist,’ he spent over ten years battling with the black dog until it finally died and he truly regained his ‘waist.’

And that’s how he became a malignant spirit.

Josh was speechless. “No wonder…”

hitting his waist had

had unintentionally struck the bootlicker’s weakest spot. Ha! He

you’re under my control, will you

Josh in despair, then

would want to

revenge

where it hurt, and he was determined

stronger, strong enough to touch physical objects and

an eyebrow. “You

raised the ritual blade, threatening the bootlicker’s soul tucked away

The bootlicker fell silent.

no choice but to lower

becoming a malignant spirit, there was no way he would easily

impressive, but

Lilly’s disdain

wasn’t right. How could there be so many malignant spirits around this child? No, wait, they were ghost

the loyalty of ghost generals

feeling he had on that day

off. So, it

flicked her finger. “Oh, you’ve discovered

the disdain spell that had been suppressing

formidable child. She was none other than the

was the Ruler

bootlicker’s mind raced, and in a flash, he hugged

willing to follow you, serving you faithfully, willing to lay down my life for

extraordinary about you

understand. It wasn’t just any light. It was the radiance of your majesty, the

it even light? It was your majesty, Ruler of Hell, emanating from

the ghosts fell into

said speechlessly. “Enough with the flattery. I don’t need flattery. Only Hell Ruler Palace emits gas. Do you want to go inside and

the Hell Ruler Palace in

then no flattery it shall be! Being able to become one of the ghost generals under the command of the Ruler

and Josh

and swiftly collected

only Peter’s mother

to pay her any attention.