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…”

wonder hitting his waist had such

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

declared, “Alright, now that you’re under my control, will you follow Lilly or choose to dissipate into

Josh in despair, then

to follow these

revenge on his boss

been hit where it hurt, and he was determined to

strong enough to touch physical objects and dig up his

an eyebrow.

threatening the bootlicker’s

The bootlicker fell silent.

but to lower his head and say, “I… I

a malignant spirit, there was no

harem spirit shook her head. “Flattery may be impressive, but it’s not that

bootlicker, suppressed by Lilly’s disdain spell, paused upon hearing

spirits around this child? No, wait, they

of ghost generals and ghost lords

had on that

was off. So, it was

hand and casually flicked her finger. “Oh,

the disdain spell that

the bootlicker finally realized that Lilly was not merely a formidable child. She was none other

She… She was the Ruler of

mind raced, and in a flash,

down the bootlicker’s face. “I am willing to follow you, serving you faithfully,

knew there was something extraordinary about you the moment I laid eyes

It wasn’t just any light. It was the radiance of your majesty, the radiance of holiness, the radiance that suppresses all evil in the

Hell, emanating from you at such

Josh, and the ghosts fell

don’t need flattery. Only Hell Ruler Palace emits gas. Do you want

the Hell Ruler Palace in

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

and Josh

hand and swiftly collected

only

didn’t matter. They didn’t need to pay her any attention. Daddy would handle