Spoiled by Eight Uncles

“Can you imagine the fear as I fell?” said the spirit dryly. “I didn’t want to die. I was so scared that I died from shock, and not from the impact. My soul watched my head pop like a watermelon. Those brain juices scattered on the asphalt. And since the local area was rich in benevolent energy, it prevented my soul from heading to the afterlife. I had to relive my last moment for what felt like an eternity, until I became a malignant spirit. I thought this was my punishment for being an infidel.”

“So… what’s your point?” asked Lilly.

“Can you perhaps spare me since I have served my punishment?” The spirit blinked her innocent eyes. “I just want to stay here for a bit longer. For like another 500 years.”

Josh’s face twitched. 500 years wasn’t just “a bit longer”.

Pablo jotted down something on his booklet without saying a thing. Lilly, however, thumped her chest. “I won’t purify you but you’ll have to come in voluntarily.”

“Come in where?” The spirit was curious.

“The jar of soul.” Lilly brandished the item in question. “Ms. Ugly and a guy with a sweet tooth are in there.”

“Sure!” The spirit immediately flew into the jar. It was the mention of the male companion that convinced her. Pablo shook his head and amended what he just wrote.

Lilly shook the jar in her hand. “Master, is the jar full now?”

his head. “Far from it. It was

That is such

will be absorbed by the jar. Now that you use it to keep the spirits, you forfeit the chance to exorcise them. But who knows? They might have a use

lay on her bed and just looked at her jar, deep in her thoughts. Meanwhile, Josh whipped out a notebook and started

V of Woeful Ghost = Y, V of

of the Jar =

up, we need

Fake

(Weakling Spirit, Harem

the formula. He needed more

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scissors. The loser would be slapped. The weakling spirit shuddered when the

cutie. What are you

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Crawfords decided to only let Lilly return to school once the dust had settled. Like all curious kids, Lilly wanted to discover many things. A video suddenly appeared on Lilly’s feed and she immediately

was kneeling on the ground with a cleaver in one hand. He kept bowing in a dramatic fashion while yelling, “Sorry, Lilly! My name is Harvard Schumacher, named so because my parents want me to study at Harvard. I wrote nasty comments about

and sliced his fingers off in one swift motion. The video wasn’t censored. It only briefly turned monochrome as blood spurted out from the grisly wound. The man screamed and rolled on the ground in agony. Moments later, he picked up his severed fingers and