Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 438 Hypocrite Ghost

Anthony came home late, and he had a fitful sleep, so he slept in, and no one knew he came back. Lilly got up only to sit around for a bit.

Pablo was writing something in his book, then he closed it up. “You’re awake. Your uncle’s back”

Hm? Lilly was still in a daze. Some kids would blank out for a few moments after they woke up. They couldn’t register what anyone said to them, and it was adorable.

Pablo rested his chin on his hand and stared at the girl who had just woken up. Her hair was a bit unkempt. Then Polly came and started flirting again. Do you smell that, babe?”

The dazed Lilly sniffed the air. “I smell nothing.”

Polly pecked her hair. “I smell something sweet, and right after you woke up too.

“I see…”

Amused, Pablo said, “They were hypocrites last night.”

And then an unlucky ghost took a hypocrite ghost into the room. Happily, he said, “Lilly, we-”

The Harem spirit said. “We got the ghost.”

Weakling spirit smiled. “He resisted, and we had to work hard to subdue him.”

Foolish ghost craned his neck. “Yeah. He gouged my eyeball out.”

Huh? I don’t remember resisting. That’s a lie.

you said you wouldn’t take any credit!” And nor look at what

the hard work.” She went to the end of her bed and pulled her pillow back. There was a bag of lollipops underneath, and she’d prepared them beforehand, though she

ghost’s eyes shone. “Mine!”

a kindergarten teacher rewarding her students. “Eight for Ms. Ugly, eight for Mr. Foolish, eight for Ms. Harem, ten for Michael,

she got some too.

to an unlucky

protested, “Hey, why’d

by my name, and you’re

call yourself

Unlucky ghost pointed at Tinkerbell.

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eat human food. Even if there was tribute, the most

his lollipops. Weakling spirit smiled.

it away from him, the unlucky ghost unwrapped all lollipops and licked

was something.

you’re shameless. You wanted to play with us, and now

other ghosts with a smug look.nd so what? I don’t care

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ghost to give them the lollipops now. They did want the candies, since the taste wasn’t the only thing they could have. Every time they ate one,

said, “Sore loser. No poker for

looked at them, wondering why

yawned, then she asked, “So you’re hypocrite ghost? How’d you die?”

unwrapped her lollipop and licked it. “Name and

“Address and reason of