Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chapter 1078 Roasting Sweet Potatoes in Madame Maya’s Yard Blake's palm gently caressed the top of Jean's head, emanating warmth that enveloped her.

It felt like body temperature...

Jean was stunned, and instinctively asked, "You... you're not dead?" Blake raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Can we really die so easily?" Jean mumbled, "It might not be easy for Lilly to die, but it's not for you..." Blake was speechless.

As a stranger approached the Spirit Bridge, Madame Maya's kind expression suddenly changed. Her eyes turned vigilant and serious, while the ghost armies guarding the bridge took on a menacing stance.

Jean's complexion shifted, and she glanced at the bewildered Lilly. She hurriedly said, "Go! | can only stall them for a moment!" Witnessing the ghost armies charging toward them, the cowardly ghost stepped forward without hesitation to intercept them.

Ghost Generals vs. Ghost armies.

The ghost armies, wielding their tridents, were at a loss.

Weren't they bullying? But they could not shirk their responsibilities! Just as the two sides were about to clash, Blake stepped forward, raising his hand to rest on the shoulder of the lead ghost army.

Emperor Blake smiled faintly. "To be a ghost, one must know how to be adaptable. What do you think?" As he spoke, the Emperor's commanding presence subtly emanated, causing the eyes of the ghost armies to widen in an instant.

"Empe... Emperor..." Blake nodded. "Yes, they called me 'Emperor.’ Let them pass.” The ghost armies dared not say another word. Ghosts did not sweat, but they were now drenched in cold sweat from fear.

Blake held Lilly in one hand, walked back calmly, and placed his arm around Jean's shoulder as if calling him a brother.

"Let's go, what are you doing here?" Jean and Lilly's ghost generals were perplexed.

Only Pablo, the harem spirit, and the cowardly ghost floated aside silently, not uttering a word.

Besides the Spirit Bridge, two young ghosts temporarily took over Madame Maya's job and served Madame Maya soup to the arriving ghosts.

Madame Maya retreated to the backyard.

It was the first time that so many people gathered in Madame Maya's small yard.

Although only Blake and Lilly were truly alive, this was... truly the first time someone had... There was no denying this fact.

Jean busily brought water for Lilly and said, "I mixed some wine in the Madame Maya soup earlier, give her some water..." Blake took the glass of water and asked, "What can | eat?" Jean turned around and went back inside. "Ah, there are some sweet potatoes that Madame Maya secretly planted in the back mountain... Let's roast them, they'll be delicious when they're done." Madame Maya was speechless.

Sweet potatoes?! That was her Snow Lotus. Although Jean usually took care of it, but...

Taking a bite of the Snow Lotus could allow a soul to temporarily return to the human world for seven days, fulfilling their final wish... How could it be used as sweet potatoes for roasting? But seeing that tall and shameless man actually starting to roast the sweet potatoes...

As Blake looked down at Lilly sleeping soundly in his arms, he was supposed to be overjoyed at reuniting with his mother.

However, he could not help but notice that Jean's bow! of soup had more than just a little wine mixed in it.

While Madame Maya's soup is typically made with water from the underworld and eight tears, Jean's soup was likely based on wine...

While pondering, Blake started a bonfire and began roasting sweet potatoes after grilling fish.

Madame Maya appeared confused and asked, "So you came to my house for a picnic?" Blake looked up and responded with a smile, "I hope you don't mind me using your yard." Madame Maya was taken aback.

This situation could not last much longer.

Why hadn't the new Madame Maya arrived to replace her yet? Just as she contemplated this, she noticed Jean knocking out melon seeds, and the three of them gathered around the campfire.

Oh... there was a judge floating beside them.

"Master Belmont, aren't you gonna do something about them?" Madame Maya felt downcast.

Pablo raised his head and, with a wave of his hand, took out a bottle of elixir from the bag on Blake's thigh, saying, "Since we are occupying your precious land, please accept this as a token of appreciation. | hope you'll like it." Blake was speechless.

Madame Maya instinctively took the jade bottle and silently complained to herself.

Her realm could not have living beings, and the father and daughter were undoubtedly alive. No amount of elixir could bribe her, could it? As she opened the jade bottle, Madame Maya's eyes widened in surprise.

It's the Golden Pill of Good Fortune! Ah, yes, this would do.

Madame Maya discreetly put away the jade bottle, nodded, and said, "Since it's Master Belmont who gave me this, I'll allow it." Before Pablo could respond, a cold voice resounded, "The esteemed judge of the fifth Hell Ruler Palace knows the law but violates the rules of the underworld. How should he be dealt with?!" The King of Cities stood at the courtyard gate, hands behind his back, wearing a cold expression.

He cast a cold glance, satisfied that this time all the people and ghosts were present, sparing him the need to search for them one by one.

As the Ruler of Hell, he turned a blind eye to his subordinates bribing others, making his job easier...

Even if Lilly was not the Ruler of Hell yet, it was still unacceptable! Pablo frowned and calmly advised, "King of Cities, | suggest you act more sensibly and leave." The King of Cities was speechless, sneering, "Master Belmont, you speak so boldly. Who gave you the audacity to address me in that manner?" He then shifted his gaze to Blake and Lilly, his face filled with murderous intent. "For a living person to trespass into the underworld is a violation of its rules. Even if | kill these two today, Emperor Prosper won't say anything to me!" He prided himself on being impartial. So what if Emperor Prosper had a close relationship with this insignificant figure? Was he supposed to change the rules of the underworld just for the sake of Lilly?