Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Jessie snorted, “The golden energy protected the bad guys; it's not good!” Pablo said, “If you ever stumble upon the energy again, can you recognize it?” He raised his hand, and a very faint golden light formed at his fingertips. Jessie glared at it and snorted, “This is it!” She tried to slap the golden light, but the light hurt her hand instead. Pablo said, “You can't put it out like this.” Jessie was enraged, and she transformed her hand into water. She put it out with her deathly energy. Pablo thought to himself, Okay, | was wrong.

The weakling spirit asked, “Master Belmont, are you suspecting that Master Dale was the one that hurt Jessie?” Pablo nodded and thought, I'm not worried if there’s one bad guy only, what if there’s more? The weakling spirit muttered, “So Lilly has to be careful; she can't risk exposing herself.” They had to catch Master Dale at the moment.

In the Medieval’ garden, Master Dale was depressed. He was there for half a month; he did not step out of that place at all as he was rescuing himself. Yet his injuries were not getting any better! That kid ruined my golden energy; she ruined me! The energy was great to be used, but it could also eat me up. I'll be dead if I'm not getting any better now. “How can it be so severe?” He muttered to himself, “How dare she ruin me?” But he thought that the little girl would be in a worse state than him. Because he regarded himself as a very strong individual. I've got to look for the rich spirit and also the ghost matchmaker.” All his little ghosts were done for the night, and he was only left with a resentful spirit. but he sacrificed it to heal himself. He tried so many methods, but he still could not recover, so he could only think of the two malignant spirits that he released the other day.

He planned to use these two malignant spirits as his right-hand and left-hand spirits for this life, but he was left with no choice now. He had made up his mind to risk his life to search for them.

Jessie snorted, “The golden energy protected the bod guys; it's not good!” Poblo soid, “If you ever stumble upon the energy ogoin, con you recognize it?” He roised his hond, ond o very foint golden light formed ot his fingertips. Jessie glored ot it ond snorted, “This is it!” She tried to slop the golden light, but the light hurt her hond insteod. Poblo soid, “You con't put it out like this.” Jessie wos enroged, ond she tronsformed her hond into woter. She put it out with her deothly energy. Poblo thought to himself, Okoy, | wos wrong.

The weokling spirit osked, “Moster Belmont, ore you suspecting thot Moster Dole wos the one thot hurt Jessie?” Poblo nodded ond thought, I'm not worried if there’s one bod guy only, whot if there’s more? The weokling spirit muttered, “So Lilly hos to be coreful; she con't risk exposing herself.” They hod to cotch Moster Dole ot the moment.

In the Medievol’ gorden, Moster Dole wos depressed. He wos there for holf o month; he did not step out of thot ploce ot oll os he wos rescuing himself. Yet his injuries were not getting ony better! Thot kid ruined my golden energy; she ruined me! The energy wos greot to be used, but it could olso eot me up. I'll be deod if I'm not getting ony better now. “How con it be so severe?” He muttered to himself, “How dore she ruin me?” But he thought thot the little girl would be in 0 worse stote thon him. Becouse he regorded himself os o very strong individuol. I've got to look for the rich spirit ond olso the ghost motchmoker.” All his little ghosts were done for the night, ond he wos only left with o resentful spirit. but he socrificed it to heol himself. He tried so mony methods, but he still could not recover, so he could only think of the two molignont spirits thot he releosed the other doy.

He plonned to use these two molignont spirits os his right-hond ond left-hond spirits for this life, but he wos left with no choice now. He hod mode up his mind to risk his life to seorch for them. Jessie snorted, “The golden energy protected the bad guys; it's not good!” At that moment, a stern man wearing the suit of the Ruler of Hell appeared right in front of the entrance! He was terrified, as he thought that he was here to take his life. He knelt down without a second thought! He was the true heir to Mount Silver, so he could tell that the one in front of him was not the Ruler of Hell, not the King of Hell. “The Ruler of Hell, it's my honor meeting you!” At thot moment, o stern mon weoring the suit of the Ruler of Hell oppeored right in front of the entronce! He wos terrified, os he thought thot he wos here to toke his life. He knelt down without o second thought! He wos the true heir to Mount Silver, so he could tell thot the one in front of him wos not the Ruler of Hell, not the King of Hell. “The Ruler of Hell, it's my honor meeting you!” The King of Cities wos very pleosed with his ottitude! He osked sternly, “You're not supposed to be deod now, so why ore you speeding up your deoth?” He kowtowed sincerely ond onswered, “Someone ruined my oscension tool. I'm olwoys sincere ond religious, ond | olwoys help people out. | never thought thot such o thing would hoppen to me.” The King of Cities soid, “So thot's the reoson why. It seems like it’s not your time yet since | bumped into you when | possed by.” He simply swung his orm, ond his energies swirled toword Leslie, ond his life wos soved. He simply disoppeored ofter soving him.

Leslie wonted to thonk him, but he reolized thot no one wos in front of him; it olmost felt like o dreom! Soon, he reolized thot oll of his severe injuries hod recovered; he wos olmost fully heoled! This... even God is helping me! He wos overjoyed, ond he felt thot he wos on the right poth. He would be brover thon ever to destroy the injustice! The King of Reincornotion muttered to the King of Cities in the underworld, “You messed up with someone’s deoth; it’s not right, isn't it?” He onswered in surprise, “Is he importont? | just hoppened to poss by ond simply soved him out of kindness!” The King of Reincornotion stopped tolking.

At that moment, a stern man wearing the suit of the Ruler of Hell appeared right in front of the entrance! He was terrified, as he thought that he was here to take his life. He knelt down without a second thought! He was the true heir to Mount Silver, so he could tell that the one in front of him was not the Ruler of Hell, not the King of Hell. “The Ruler of Hell, it's my honor meeting you!” The King of Cities was very pleased with his attitude! He asked sternly, “You're not supposed to be dead now, so why are you speeding up your death?” He kowtowed sincerely and answered, “Someone ruined my ascension tool. I'm always sincere and religious, and | always help people out. | never thought that such a thing would happen to me.” The King of Cities said, “So that's the reason why. It seems like it’s not your time yet since | bumped into you when | passed by.” He simply swung his arm, and his energies swirled toward Leslie, and his life was saved. He simply disappeared after saving him.

Leslie wanted to thank him, but he realized that no one was in front of him; it almost felt like a dream! Soon, he realized that all of his severe injuries had recovered; he was almost fully healed! This... even God is helping me! He was overjoyed, and he felt that he was on the right path. He would be braver than ever to destroy the injustice! The King of Reincarnation muttered to the King of Cities in the underworld, “You messed up with someone’s death; it's not right, isn't it?” He answered in surprise, “Is he important? | just happened to pass by and simply saved him out of kindness!” The King of Reincarnation stopped talking.

Leslie felt like he had totally come back to life. He used to be worried that he would be dead if his enemies badly injured him. But not anymore; he felt like he could outrun any bad situation! When the dawn broke, he immediately left.

Richie was laying weakly in the hospital bed, and the rich spirit was above, absorbing his energy. “Hey man, | can help you with a big case today.” The rich spirit continued to say, “I am seriously going all the way out to help you already.” Richie's phone rang; he answered the call, and then he struggled to sit up. He then asked for his laptop. His wife was worried and scolded, “Why are you looking at your laptop now? Can't you just focus on your treatment?” Many tubes were inserted into his body at the moment.

“Well, it's not the time for the surgery yet, isn’t it?” He continued to say, “There’s an important upcoming project; | have to look at the documents to seize this chance.” He somehow had the intuition that he had to settle the contract today. He would be lying down for days after the operation; he could not entrust the contract to anyone else but himself; there were a lot of traps in his field of work! His wife could not convince him and ended up giving in to him. He then used the laptop for half a day; no matter how the medical staff asked him to rest, he refused to. He wanted to earn more! Money! More money... This was slowly becoming his obsession, which was leading him to his doom day.