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

struck the bootlicker’s weakest spot. Ha! He truly was

my control, will you follow Lilly or choose

Josh in despair,

would want to follow these

even sought revenge on

and he was determined to

strong enough to touch physical

raised an eyebrow.

bootlicker’s

The bootlicker fell silent.

lower his head and say,

of one ‘waist,’ becoming a malignant spirit, there

impressive, but it’s not that simple to see through our

by Lilly’s disdain spell, paused upon hearing these

malignant spirits around this child? No, wait, they were ghost generals and

the loyalty of ghost generals and ghost lords

feeling he had on

something was off. So,

flicked her finger. “Oh, you’ve

that

merely a formidable child. She was none other than the Ruler of Hell, exerting

She… She was the Ruler

mind raced, and in

“I am willing to follow

was something extraordinary about you the moment

the radiance of your majesty, the radiance of holiness, the radiance

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

and the ghosts

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

Ruler Palace in her

replied, “I dare not, I dare not! If the Ruler of Hell says no flattery, then no flattery it shall be! Being able to become one

and Josh remained

and swiftly collected

now only Peter’s

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