Spoiled by Eight Uncles

The man in black continued to search for any trace, but he could not sense anything anymore.

He summoned the white-headed female ghost, but she did not return.

He felt a sense of bewilderment.

He trained the female ghost himself and they shared a close bond. Even if she had been killed, she would have sent a distress signal before her demise.

The man in black’s eyes narrowed. “Could Lilly be here as well?”

He was no longer willing to wait in the room, he stepped out and traversed the corridors, trying to sense any presence of ghosts.

As long as there were ghosts nearby, even if they were concealed from his view, he could still detect them.

However, he encountered nothing along his path.

…

Meanwhile, Blake had already left the hotel.

He chose a hot pot restaurant across the street, where the chef on the first floor diligently tended to the soup over a high flame.

The stove in front of Blake burned fiercely, enveloping the hot pot restaurant in a sweltering atmosphere.

Hot, bustling places were ideal for concealing oneself.

However, the doll was not exactly thrilled about the situation.

As they ate, Blake gazed intently at the hotel across the street and spoke, “This level of positive energy should be nothing to you. Just stay quiet!”

The doll was speechless.

You’re so mighty, yet you want me to hide under the table while you’re eating!

Just then, Blake noticed a man in black clothing coming out of the hotel.

His eyes narrowed, instantly locking onto the figure.

Blake’s intuition led him to lock onto the man, despite his seemingly ordinary appearance. The reason behind this intuitive response was unclear to him.

him. With his connections, he

subsequent disappearance of his soul, as well as the ghost

he left the hotel and strolled,

Blake said to the doll,

The doll remained silent.

It transformed from a folded state to a drone,

in black, transmitting live footage

he carefully surveyed his surroundings. Although there were a few ghosts scattered along the roadside

wandering ghosts into his

considerable power. Such a formidable individual would either

person, be it a ghost or a practitioner. However, little did he know that Blake was watching his every move using

1600 feet above his

…

enjoyed a hot pot while casually observing the surveillance footage on

able to access the plug-in was advantageous. He watched as the black-clothed man strolled through the streets, meticulously ruling

his swift pace, it seemed he could search the

here. The Cloud must

as swiftly as this person who seemed to appear

should have learned fortune-telling from Lilly,” Blake grumbled.

shifted toward the doll in his

deal with him

found the idea quite

The doll was silent.

that moment, a familiar,

looked up in astonishment and saw a small figure dashing towards him—it

caught

phone that Lilly

he searched for someone, deep down he was genuinely worried

to compensate for

at her with her

seemed like everything was

Uncle Anthony and Aunt Lisa are

she finished speaking, Anthony entered through the door. He glanced at Blake and said, “Having hot pot early in

pot is full of positive energy. It helps me