Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Zachary instinctively turned his head and stared at the door of the neighboring room. It took him an unusually long time to react. He watched as the door slowly swung back and creaked open. There was a strong wind; the wind had blown open the door to their room with a loud bang.

It appeared as though someone was slowly pulling open the door of the neighboring room. The door opened about one-third of the way and stopped.

Zachary froze. The door remained motionless, too. He had the impression that he was being observed by an invisible figure standing by the door, leaning against it, and watching him.

Zachary felt the tingling in his scalp. Once more, he attempted to force the door open. He yelled, “Lilly, open the door!”

Damn! Sh*t! Things are getting out of control!

The door of the neighboring room remained still. Zachary thought he heard laughter, not weeping, coming from somewhere close by when the wind whistled. There was a saying that goes, “The sinister laughter of spirits is worse than crying”.

Zachary pushed harder. He started to wonder. Is Lilly doing this to me on purpose?

Just then, the door finally opened after great effort. Lilly was panting heavily, and she said helplessly, “Zac, the door opens outward!”

Lilly was unable to open the door because of how hard he pushed it. Lilly said, “Zac, you pushed the door too hard.”

Zachary was not bothered by that. He entered the room in a flash. Maybe one would unleash his hidden potential when he was in a state of extreme fear. Zachary was not aware of the amount of force he used to push the door.

His tense face finally relaxed as soon as he entered the room. He muttered in confusion, “What the heck is the design of this hotel? “Do the doors actually open outward?”

The corridor was very narrow. There would be no way for anyone to pass through if everyone left their doors open.

Lilly acknowledged with a nod, “Yeah, the design is very impractical.”

The ominous aura formed by the long and narrow corridors, while the doors facing each other formed an opposition. The initial layout of this building gave the impression that it was not meant for human beings.

Zachary took a quick look around.

The interior decoration seemed fine at first glance. A small living room with a cream-colored couch and white-painted walls The curtains were double-layered. The main curtain had been pulled aside, leaving only a layer of white sheer fabric that swayed gently in the wind. A cloud-shaped armchair stood next to the round coffee table, enhancing the overall clean and inviting design.

Zachary felt uncomfortable in every way. When he casually sat on the sofa, his body immediately sank into it. He complained, “This furniture looks nice, but the quality is terrible.”

A good sofa should be resilient, soft without being saggy, and made of a comfortable fabric. The moment he sat down on this sofa, it began to sink, and the fabric had an uncomfortable, difficult-to-describe feeling.

examined the round coffee table closely, he even noticed that the paint

a classic example of misleading photography—it looks nice

put them on. She then took out Zachary’s slippers, two sets of

How did she manage to fit so many

even took the time to comfort her brother. She said, “Zac, hang in there! If you

Zachary was stunned.

at

was perplexed

Why can’t we simply cast several exorcism spells from the comfort of our homes? Why should we put ourselves through the trouble of trying

becoming weaker,

recounted

losing it. He yelled, “Stop

What a mess!

it means you can run but you can never hide. If we did that, we’d be applying a bandage rather than solving the root

necessary for us to travel all this way

responded, “Why didn’t

said, “Let’s go home

refused and shook her head, saying, “No,

and pulled his hair back. He asked in frustration,

“The booking fee for the hotel is not refundable. It

wordless. Do you think I care about that tiny amount

Zachary’s stubbornness got the

belonged to him. It will be a waste of Daddy’s money

at times like this. Besides that, when she consulted Mr. Tortoise, the hexagram said they must make this trip, despite

vomit blood. The beloved little princess of his family actually haggles with him over

I’ll

that kind of money, Zachary had to spend the entire day working as a sparring

understanding after their argument over the 1,000 dollars. Well, since they

noticing Lilly was bustling around. He grabbed her collar and said, “Move aside; I’ll tidy up

protested, “It’s

“I don’t like other people touching my

belongings and