Spoiled by Eight Uncles

The turbo drop ride in the Neon Amusement Park was about a hundred meters tall.

Which was around twenty five storeys.

The safety belts that Lilly had put on the spirits were ones that they could not get out of. Pablo, the weakling spirit and the rest were ‘bound’ to their seats on the turbo drop.

The ghost bride looked nervous. “I’ve never experienced jumping off a building before and after life! Ah— I’m so nervous!”

The foolish ghost looked bored out of his mind. “What are you panicking over? We’re all ghosts here. For all you know, we might still be floating in the air when this thing drops.”

The weakling spirit: …

The mere image of it…

A bunch of ghosts sitting in mid-air above the turbo drop?

The harem spirit’s expression was teasing. “That might not be the case. Look, the King of Hell put these on us herself. You might want to be a little scared.”

The foolish ghost yawned. “And how could that be? We’re all ghosts, anyways. We’ll just take the ride together.”

He had been a ghost for so many years. What was there to fear of a turbo drop?

He’d never even seen an amusement park for ghosts.

The closest thing was the haunted house.

The crying spirit was already in tears. “I’m so scared, sob sob sob…”

Pablo could feel a headache coming on.

How had he agreed to this?

Just then, Lilly said happily, “Sit tight, everyone! Ready, go… Whoo—”

Before she could finish, the turbo drop had sunk downwards!

The wind whipped over her face. The weightless feeling sent a thrill through her, and Lilly let out another string of adorable shaky screams.

Amidst her screams were also the giggles of the little girl!

Aside from the little her, the ghosts were all howling!

They had never thought that they would end up here after getting strapped down!

The lower half of their bodies fell, and the upper half fell after it!

“Awooo— m-m-my f-f-fa-a-a-a-ace….” This was the ghost bride.

“F-f-f-f*-*-*-*cking he-el-el-el-el-ell—” This was the unlucky ghost.

“M-m-m-mommmm! My h-h-hea-a-ad’s-s-s-s mi-i-i-iss-s-s-si-i-i-ing-g-g-g!” This was Tinkerbell.

Pablo did his best to hold down his own spirit to prevent himself from stretching out.

What the f*ck…

Was he dreaming?

How could this be!

Just as the turbo drop was about to hit the ground, it stopped all of a sudden!

The ghosts’ stretched out bodies snapped back in place with resounding bounces, their heads sinking into their bellies like an overweight hamster.
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A barely-hanging-on Pablo: …

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by this, activating the turbo drop once again and letting out a

“Are you kidding me?

bride said, “Mister Unlucky, can you see my

I’m still looking for my head. Let me

it’s like I got a facelift. I kind of look

The foolish ghost retched.

spirit said, “Honestly, I

please take these safety belts off, won’t

head, shouting in the wind, “Safety belts on,

even reached the top, and the ghosts were already

accidents could they possibly run

safety belt

could think any

drop fell once again from

found her face, went whooshing

It was a mess.

and down as the ghosts scrambled

went on eight times until the little girl finally had enough, the turbo

intact, desperate to hang on to

scrabbling in the air to find the rest

excitement, her hair mess. She

She asked

could have so

would