Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chapter 687 The Proper Use of Hell Ruler Palace Harem Spirit and Ghost Bride hovered outside the window, their attention fixated on the malignant spirit. perched atop Darwin's head.

Ghost Bride asked. “Harem, should we capture it and bring it back to Lilly? The two ghosts stared at the malignant spirit, contemplating their options. Harem Spirit was inclined to capture it, considering she now held the title of Ghost General and a mere malignant spirit posed no challenge.

However, a voice interrupted their thoughts, saying, “Don’t act. Let Lilly handle it herself.” Startled, Harem Spirit and Ghost Bride turned to see the sudden appearance of the elusive Pablo. With an air of nonchalance, he declared. “Some things can’t be done by others.” Harem Spirit retorted. “Oh, come on. How can we be considered ‘others? We're not even human.” Pablo was momentarily speechless.

Ghost Bride nodded fervently, resembling a small pecking chicken. “Exactly! We are the spirits under Lilly's command. Capturing itis the same as Lilly capturing it.” Harem Spirit chimed in. “Besides, what if we wait for Lilly to come tomorrow and it escapes?” Pablo calmly stated. “It won't escape.” He flicked his sleeve, and the night breeze billowed his robe, with the corners fluttering and his jet-black hair dancing.

Although his complexion was unnaturally pale, his eyes were pitch-black and profound, his nose high and regal, and his lips a vibrant crimson. Between his eyebrows, there was a trace of majesty...

Harem Spirit's eyes flickered, and she approached him with a mischievous smile. “Judge Belmont, have you been guarding this place all these days? We haven't seen you around.” Pablo's eyelid twitched, his expression unchanged. “Dare to touch me and find out.” Harem Spirit thought to herself, Oh dear, he’s caught on to me.

She innocently rubbed her nose and complained, “What are we supposed to do then, just keep watching?” Arms folded, Pablo replied, “No need.” Suddenly. Harem Spirit asked, “Judge Belmont, | have a question... You said we shouldn't intervene, but you used spells to bind this spirit to Darwin’s head, preventing it from escaping. So, did you not intervene, or did you intervene? Why won't you let us take action?” Pablo found himself speechless.

“I didn’t intervene,” Pablo retorted, his tone exasperated. “I used my presence to subdue it.” Harem Spirit had an epiphany. “So, my lord, you've secretly been watching over this spirit for Lilly all these days, even though you denied it just now.” Pablo replied. ... Get lost.” The Proper Use of Hell Ruler Palace Harem Spirit quickly responded, “Alright!” She immediately took hold of Tinkerbell, led Ghost Bride, and returned comfortably to report.

With Pablo watching over the place, there was no need to worry about the greedy ghost escaping.

They could sleep peacefully and come back with Lilly tomorrow.

However, Pablo, who remained in place, couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss...

Mr. Martin angrily scolded Darwin and spent the entire night going crazy fixing bugs.

Meanwhile, Lilly and the others slept soundly, enjoying a good rest.

The little ones, who always went to bed early and woke up early, discovered Max frantically packing things. with Stacy when they woke up.

Harem Spirit chattered on the side, recounting the events of the past few days and informing Lilly that they were going to capture the greedy ghost today.

Lilly, in a dreamlike state, mechanically nodded. “Mmm... Mmm...” Stacy squatted on the ground, reaching out to poke at the inaccessible packages. “Master, you received this large box only in the morning. When will the packing be finished?” Max felt a headache coming on and rubbed his temples. “I didn’t consider how difficult it would be to unpack everything. All the equipment is nailed down.

He had intended to hire an electrician to help with the dismantling, but he didn’t want to disturb Lilly, so he had to wait a little longer.

However, just as he was about to start, he saw Lilly rubbing her eyes, standing dazedly on the stairs.

Her hair was slightly messy, and she hadn't fully regained her senses yet. She still held her little rabbit in her arms.

“Lilly, are you awake?” Max picked up Lilly.

Lilly responded softly. “Mmm...” Max's voice turned gentle. “You're not fully awake yet, huh? My Lilly, what would you like for breakfast? Wyndon’s cream soup and creamy bacon carbonara are delicious. Shall we go out to eat later?” Lilly nodded, “Okay!” She glanced around and noticed several suitcases in the living room-two were filled, while the other two remained empty, open on the floor.

“Uncle Max hasn't finished packing yet?” Lilly asked.

Max sighed, “It’s difficult to unpack. I've hired a professional team, but only | know how everything was put together... It'll probably take another three to five days.” Lilly replied, “... Oh, Uncle Max, do you want me to help?” The Proper Use of Hell Ruler Palace Max responded instinctively. “What can you do to help me...” But then he saw Lilly shake her wrist, causing the Hell Ruler Palace to sway.

“My Hell Ruler Palace is amazing. It can be used as luggage, a super-sized moving suitcase. | can move the entire house with it!” Max was left speechless.

He struggled to say, “It can... move everything?” Lilly nodded confidently, “Yes, | can move the whole house in and out simultaneously.” Hell Ruler Palace, the ultimate moving tool. You deserve to have one.

Lilly felt that it was a waste to leave the Hell Ruler Palace idle all the time. Such a large Hell Ruler Palace, just hanging around on a wrist strap all day, was unacceptable.

If it's the Hell Ruler Palace, it should fulfill its purpose fully. A Hell Ruler Palace that is useful at any time is a truly qualified Hell Ruler Palace.

Whoosh...

Everything in the entire flat was instantly sucked into the Hell Ruler Palace.

Josh and the others, who were still asleep, fell to the ground with a thud and groggily got up....

Then they looked up and realized, “Where's the house?” The cool and luxurious high-tech rooms, where had they gone? Why were they sleeping on bare concrete floors surrounded by plain concrete walls, devoid of anything? “Uncle Max... Was our house robbed?” Josh was bewildered.

Max, sitting on the concrete “sofa,” looked equally confused, his head buzzing.

“Who could rob it so cleanly?” Max echoed, equally clueless.

There wasn't even a door left.

No door frame remained.

And Stacy... Stacy was gone too! Max anxiously asked, “Is Stacy okay? Will it affect her programming?” Lilly pondered for a moment. “In theory, it shouldn't.” Max was speechless once again.

Lilly suggested, “Let's take it out and see.” Max was about to say it wasn’t necessary since they had just packed everything up and taking it out would create chaos.

But then his vision blurred, and the house returned to its original state. Even the screw that had been at The Proper Use of Hell Ruler Palace his feet moments ago was still there.

Stacy was squatting on the ground, blinking. “Master, what happened? Did my signal cut off?” She checked herself in confusion, confirming with a nod, “The signal did cut off. What did you say just now, Master?” Max felt like he was in a dream.

Was this too exaggerated?! To pack the entire house like that? And then unpack it and put everything back in place? This was beyond what you'd find in a ! No, even authors wouldn't dare to write something like this! They would be criticized to death.