Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

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

became unbearable. Who could withstand

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 sleep

complaining a bit

ahead, while Blake followed behind, instinctively surveying

a small girl huddled sadly in the

that moment, bells were ringing inside the house,

living room couch, presumably Miah’s father,

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

and Miah’s father fell silent for a moment before resolutely dialing another

a piece of paper. “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

novel… It says here that a woman with a terminal illness was cryogenically frozen and woke up eighteen years

vigorously shook a bell, murmuring and chanting a long

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