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.

he even noticed that the

was a classic example of misleading photography—it looks nice in pictures, but it’s awful

then took out Zachary’s slippers, two sets of blankets and sheets for the beds, two sets of clothing, a pack of equipment, towels, toothbrushes, and other daily necessities. Additionally, she brought

dumbfounded. How did she manage to fit so many things into such a small

the time to comfort her brother. She said, “Zac, hang in there! If you think we’re moving too slowly, we can check out the room next to us

Zachary was stunned.

a look at the neighboring

perplexed

female spirit just because it’s there? Why can’t we simply cast several exorcism spells from the comfort

explained, “If we don’t catch her, she’ll keep haunting you. You’ll keep having nightmares, slowly becoming weaker, and maybe even getting sick. You’ll develop vitiligo, toenail fungus, kidney deficiencies, epilepsy, mental disorders, and mental

her fingers and recounted all the possibilities in a jumbled

was losing it. He yelled, “Stop

What a mess!

can never hide. If we did that, we’d be applying a bandage rather than

to travel all this way to catch her? Why

didn’t

“Let’s go

shook her head, saying, “No, we

his hair back. He asked

is

wordless. Do you think I care about that tiny amount

money!” Zachary’s stubbornness got the

give is yours. The money from Daddy belonged to him. It will

consulted Mr. Tortoise, the hexagram said they must make this trip,

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

it; I’ll

their stay had cost 1,000 dollars for two nights. For that kind of money, Zachary had to spend the entire day working as a sparring partner. From a young age, he had to work to support himself; he was aware that money does not

and Lilly had come to an understanding after their argument over the 1,000 dollars. Well, since they were already

an irritated expression after noticing Lilly was bustling around. He grabbed her collar and said, “Move aside; I’ll tidy up the room. You’ve made a

protested, “It’s not

“I don’t like other people touching my

belongings and