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?”

from it. It was 10%

caught several spirits! That is such a small

you exorcise a spirit, its energy will be absorbed by the jar. Now that you use it to keep the

deep in her thoughts. Meanwhile, Josh whipped out a

of Malignant Spirit = X, V of Woeful Ghost = Y, V of Resent

the Jar =

fill it up, we need 19X, 100Y, or

(Vanity Spirit, Fake Foreign

Spirit, Harem Spirit), Y=1

formula. He needed

…

and the weakling spirit were playing rock, paper, scissors. The loser would be slapped. The weakling spirit shuddered when the harem spirit

cutie. What are you doing

…

once the dust had settled. Like all curious kids, Lilly wanted to discover many things. A video suddenly appeared on Lilly’s feed and

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 you and I regret it so much. To demonstrate my remorse, I will chop off my fingers.

raised the cleaver 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