Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

The leader of the thieves cried and pleaded to be taken away, finding solace in the presence of the policeman. After all, they were familiar with each other, which was preferable to encountering ghosts! With a fearful glance back, the Crawford Mansion was brightly illuminated, cleared of any ghostly figures.

All the members of the Crawford family had returned, and a man with a stern face was talking to the policeman, occasionally glancing at the leader.

A chill ran down the leader's spine as he thought of the parrot singing Tears Behind Bars” and echoed in his mind. “Iron gates, iron windows, iron chains...” It's over, it’s all over! Anthony joined Lilly after talking to the policemen, and Bettany began to complain, “Tve been living for so long and how dare they steal from us! They even wanted to steal my stone!” The stone was a gift from Lilly, so stealing it was out of the question.

Bettany was furious, thinking that if Lilly had not suddenly decided to come back early, the thieves might. have succeeded in stealing her precious stone.

“Where's my frying pan?” the elderly lady grumbled, rolling up her sleeves.

Edward hastily intervened, grabbing her arm. “Hey, Mom, let's not go that far!” Anthony suggested, “Alright, let's bring Lilly back to her room first. I'll handle the situation outside.” Edward nodded, “Lilly, let's go!” Edward, clutching Lilly tightly in his arms, made his way inside as if he were safeguarding a treasure.

He did not care whether it was jade or not. He had already hidden one piece anyway.

The rest was none of his concer...

Suddenly, Lilly glanced at the leader and spoke, “Uncle Edward, he has your stone.” Edward came to an abrupt halt, a fierce expression crossing his face. “Who? Who took my stone?!” Lilly was silent.

The stone held by the leader was photographed and registered by the police before being returned to Edward. With disheveled hair, Edward proceeded, casting a stern glance at the leader.

Lilly furrowed her brows, a sense of unease creeping into her heart. Her attention shifted to the gravel in Edward's hand, sensing that there might be something concealed within it....

“Uncle Edward, can you give me the stone?” Lilly requested, extending her hand.

Meanwhile, Bettany, standing near the boulder, reached out to touch it and immediately detected a pungent aroma of mustard and salted fish.

Lilly cautiously examined the stone in her hand, Anthony cooperated with the police on the follow-up procedures, and Blake called someone.

The leader of the thieves, who had been escorted into the police car, raised a gun.

No one knew where he got the weapon, but his eyes turned black.

“Bang!” A sudden gunshot erupted.

Lilly's hand trembled, causing the stone to slip from her grasp, shattering into two halves upon hitting the road.

The sound startled everyone and shifted their attention...

Bettany stood frozen, instinctively reaching for her chest, only to find her hand covered in blood.

Her eyes lost their luster, and she collapsed.

“Granny!” “Mom!” “Bettany!” The Crawford family descended into chaos as the police swiftly apprehended the leader, only to discover. that he had died at some point.

There was a gun in his hand, the very weapon they had confiscated earlier.

The police were gripped with fear as they realized someone had been killed, and it was none other than Bettany, who suffered the tragic accident!.

They had already confiscated all the thieves’ weapons, so how could there be a gun present? If they had failed to thoroughly check, it would be a grave dereliction of duty on their part, and innocent lives had been harmed as a result.

“No, | remember taking away this gun. I'm sure | took it away...” said a bewildered police officer, desperately running his hands through his hair.

His memory was accurate, yet somehow the confiscated guns had ended up back in his hands! “Get him away! Get him away!” “Quick, call 911!” “Call headquarters, call headquarters...” Bettany could no longer hear the voices around her.

Her eyelids felt unbearably heavy.

She faintly heard her little girl sobbing anxiously by her side.

Bettany’s heart ached as she struggled to open her eyes and reassure Lilly, but no matter how hard she tried, her eyes refused to cooperate.

“Lilly...” Bettany whispered silently, plunging into complete darkness.

In the hospital, the Crawford family paced back and forth anxiously.

Bettany’s heart had narrowly avoided a fatal blow as the bullet grazed its edge, prompting the emergency room to issue multiple critical condition alerts.

Lilly sat on a chair outside the emergency room, her entire body growing cold as she stared blankly at her hands.

It was entirely preventable.

Why hadn't she told Granny her fortune just moments ago? Lilly's attention had been fixated on the stone in her hand, but now she was overwhelmed with guilt and self-blame. She believed that if she had been more vigilant, her grandmother would not have been injured. She felt it was entirely her fault.

Covering her face, Lilly began to cry uncontrollably.

Blake embraced her tightly, trying to console her, saying. “Don't cry, it’s not your fault! Your master always warned you against telling someone else’s fortune. None of us could have expected something to happen to Granny...

Amidst sobs, Lilly choked out, “But | knew something was wrong. | felt it.” The cowardly ghost hovered nearby, filled with distress.

“Darling, please don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault at all,” the ghost interjected, disregarding Blake's attempts to comfort Lilly.

He held her close and said. “Hey, don't cry. Michael would feel terrible” Lilly's tears flowed uncontrollably as she grew more and more agitated.

As the Ruler of Hell, she understood the truth of life and death a long time ago. She had witnessed her mother’s departure and bid her farewell.

If her grandmother's life were to end here...

The more Lilly dwelled on it, the greater her fear grew, rendering her unable to console herself.

Suddenly, the corridor outside the emergency room turned chillingly cold, and an invisible cloud of bad aura permeated the air.

Ghosts from the hospital, a multitude of deceased individuals, gathered together-men, women, the elderly, and even babies lay on the ground.

They all wore cerie smiles as a collective voice emanated from their mouths Hehehe hahaha ry, cry harder” “You who killed your grandmother.

“TI kill your beloved family... Bettany is just the beginning...” “I killed them because of you. They will suffer because of you... Hahaha!” Lilly stared in astonishment at the numerous ghosts surrounding her.

The ghosts closed in, their presence suffocating Lilly.

The cowardly ghost positioned himself in front of Lilly, his eyes filled with determination. “Back off! Get lost!” Anthony, unaware of the eerie situation, noticed Lilly’s pale face and expressed concern. “Are you okay. Lilly? Don’t blame yourself.

Blake sensed that something was amiss and urgently instructed, “Stop talking!” He surveyed the surroundings cautiously.

Lilly clung tightly to Blake's clothes, her despair palpable. She was not even like this when she faced King Libra.

Pablo held the pen of justice, and with a single wave, the surrounding ghosts vanished! However, more spirits spawned due to the high death toll in the hospital.

Their eyes bore an unsettling strangeness, their smiles enigmatic, and their voices carried a low, ominous tone, yet they all spoke the same words.

“Little Hades. Haha, how amusing. You're the Ruler of Hell?” “Equality doesn’t exist. Look at how weak you are. How dare you control the destiny of others! How is that fair?” “You're bound to lose... I'll kill all your beloved family and friends, one by one...

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