Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Lilly made a noise of confusion. She looked at her father, then at the harem spirit.

“Dad, why’d you attack Auntie Harem?” she asked.

Blake was calm. “Nothing. Just reminding her to speak politely.”

Lilly was speechless.uhh.

The harem spirit rubbed her head. That was supposed to be a reminder… sure.

All she could do was put on a solemn expression. “And then? I’ll bet you a lollipop that it was definitely

your friend who caused your death.”

The rebel ghost opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to retaliate but had nothing to say.

“That’s right. I died because of him.”

They had been right. No one would be nice to you out of nowhere, and Hank’s friend was no exception.

He was the head of a small gang, and was trying to rope Hank into joining them.

When he told that to Hank, he did not think much of it.

He even thought of the scenes of honorable, loyal gang members as depicted in the movies, and felt

like he was going to be destined for greatness.

But reality was never quite like what the movies made it out to be, and Hank was far from the lead

actor.

He was merely a scapegoat.

“One day my friend told me to pack my things up and go with him to make a trade. I immediately felt

like the lead role in a gangster movie I saw, young and full of spirit. I felt trusted by my fellow brother, I

was so touched.”

He packed up his things at once, and got ready to leave Novak City.

His mother did her best to stop him upon finding out, even getting down on her knees crying as she

begged him.

His father, in a fit of anger, picked up a clothes rack and threw it at him. He said that he would rather

beat Hank to death than have him start any trouble outside.

He laughed at them coldly. He felt like his parents did not care about him at all, only worrying that he

would be a burden to them.

He took their beating, and stood up at the end to deliver a monologue to them like in the movies,

“Take this beating as repayment for you raising me! I’m disowning you starting from today, and want

nothing to do with you!”

Then he left, never looking back.

His task was just to safely deliver his friend’s bag to Bol City.

Yet when he was going through security, the alarms went off. In the crowd behind him, his friend

lowered his cap and turned to leave at once.

Hank finally realized that he was in trouble. He turned to run instinctively, the police hot on his heels as

he chased after his friend.

He called out to his friend over and over, but his friend got into a car and drove off without even turning

around.

He chased after the car. Amidst the chaos, his friend drove the car straight at Hank, sending him flying

ten meters away.

The collision was so harsh that his head nearly separated from his body. All that was left of his neck

was a thin layer of skin, the rest of him a bloody mess.

“The last thing I saw before closing my eyes forever was my parents.”

“They said they wouldn’t care about me anymore, but still came for me in the end.”

“They did everything they could, but the police held them back. My father, the man who threatened to

beat me to a pulp… was held down on the ground, his cheek to the dirt…”

It was only then that the rebel ghost realized that he had messed up.

It hurt so bad. He wanted to cry and scream for his parents, regretting every stupid mistake he had

made. All those threats and taunts he had said to them before seemed laughable now.

But it was too late… you only got one chance at life. He died, just like this.

His mother’s deafening sobs rang by his ear, along with all the other emotions overtaking his soul…

rage from being betrayed, regret for everything he had done, fear and terror at the very last moments of

his life. They shackled him down, forcing him to relive his death over and over again at the very same

place. He was tortured endlessly, until his resentment overtook him and he developed a dark aura.

That was how he became the rebel ghost.

He had thought that he was not like the others, and his parents were just too stubborn and close-

minded and refused to understand him… only for the joke to be on him…

Lilly sighed. “Now you regret it, don’t you! Grandma always said to listen to your elders or you would

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The rebel ghost scoffed coldly, turning his head to the side. “What regret? The word ‘regret’ doesn’t

exist, not in my vocabulary.”

Lilly was confused. “What textbooks did you study from? That won’t do, they clearly took important

words out! It has to be a pirated book, report it to the police!”

The rebel ghost was speechless.

After listening to the ‘ghost story’, the other spirits returned to the spirit jar, satisfied.

Lilly said, “Hank, are you coming back to the spirit jar as well?”

The rebel ghost crossed his arms. “Why should I go back into your stupid jar? What if I don’t want to?”

Lilly said earnestly, “Well, I’ll just have to put you in the palace of the Ruler of Hell.”

The rebel ghost was speechless.

Did he have a choice after that?

The rebel ghost flew towards the spirit jar reluctantly, spewing a string of curses. The ‘stupid spirit jar’,

clearly upset, narrowed its opening as he entered, pinching him by the neck.

The rebel ghost’s head came flying out.

“!!!” He cursed even louder.

The spirit jar let out a loud sucking sound, swallowing the rebel ghost’s head altogether.

The rebel ghost was speechless.

Having lost his head, the rebel ghost could only feel around him blindly as he stumbled along.

The harem spirit said, taking pity on him, “Just apologize. The spirit jar has quite the temper… I mean,

the spirit jar treats people as they deserve to be treated. If you don’t apologize, you’re going to lose

your head.”

The rebel ghost continued to shout insults and curses in the dark, but slowly started to feel like

something was off. It felt like he was in a different space from the spirit jar. Was this actually the spirit

jar’s… stomach?

He felt like his head was going to be eaten alive!

It was going to turn to dust, and disappear forever!

“I’m sorry!” The rebel ghost screamed. “It’s my fault, I’m sorry!”

The spirit jar did not seem like it wanted to let go in the slightest.

Lilly’s voice rang from outside, shouting out loud in her adorable voice, “Hank, the spirit jar wants you to

say, said, ” I’m the biggest idiot!”

The rebel ghost had no other choice. “I’m sorry, I’m the biggest idiot!”

The next second, he was spat out by the spirit jar.

The rebel ghost’s head returned to his neck. He wiped at the strange, slimy substance on his face, not

daring to say anything further!

Next to him, the weakling spirit aimed a kick at his bottom. “Come on!”

The ghosts returned to the spirit jar.

Blake, on the other hand, was frozen to the ground. He stared at the bracelet on his hand… as well as

the substance that the rebel spirit had just flicked to the ground from his face.

“How’d you make this bracelet?”

“Dad, you don’t want to know.”

Blake was speechless.

All of the sudden, the black bracelet on his wrist felt just a tad bit prickly to the touch…