Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Yena pretended to stroll around Ferguson Mansion, observing the surroundings.

Then she asked. ‘Mrs, Ferguson, did you happen to pick up something outside last week?”

Mrs. Ferguson paused, trying to recall. Picking up something? She pondered for a moment and suddenly. remembered, “Oh, yes! Someone lost their wallet and I found it. But since nobody came to claim it, I handed it over to the police.”

Yena remarked, “There’s something weird about that wallet. Mrs. Ferguson, you shouldn’t have picked it up.”

Mrs. Ferguson’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What did Yena mean? Was it wrong to do a good deed?

“I picked it up and didn’t keep it for myself. I handed it over to the police…” Mrs. Ferguson felt a sense of unease. Could she have made a mistake?

Yena looked up at her with innocent eyes and said, “You shouldn’t be punished for doing a good deed, but the person who lost the wallet might have done it intentionally. By picking up his belongings, you’ve inherited his bad luck. The deathly aura might have transferred to you.”

Mrs. Ferguson was taken aback. “But the police took it, didn’t they?”

She had held onto the wallet for less than half an hour, and after handing it over to the police, they had it for a few days.

Yena explained, “The police are righteous and unaffected by these twisted ways. But you’re an ordinary person and don’t possess that same righteousness.”

Mrs. Ferguson suddenly had a realization. The explanation seemed to make sense.

As Yena performed her ritual and successfully expelled the ghost, Mrs. Ferguson’s son, who had been bedridden for a week suddenly sat up and said that he was hungry. Mrs. Ferguson’s family was completely convinced.

“Thank you!” Mrs. Ferguson cried tears of joy.

Yena blinked and softly replied, “You’re welcome, Mrs. Ferguson. It’s my duty to help. However, the fortune of your house seems to have a hole, allowing evil ghosts to enter. Yena can help you get rid of it and seal the hole for you.”

Mrs. Ferguson was about to agree to Yena’s suggestion when a servant entered and informed her that Little Miss Crawford visited them. Mrs. Ferguson hurriedly asked Yena to wait and went out to receive Lilly.

Yena’s face went dark as Mrs. Ferguson left the room.

Her little cousin was here? Was she coming to steal her stuff again? How annoying!

with a displeased expression, accompanied

lit up, and she

even spare her

the female ghost in a red veil standing behind

female ghost took a step

the Ruler of Hell’s descendants was a pressure that ordinary ghosts could not bear. Even though her master would become the true Ruler of Hell in

female ghost immediately wanted to escape.

and commanded,

female ghost blinked in confusion.

nonsense is

about to continue running, but to her shock, she found that she could

know how Lilly had managed to do it. Why was she suddenly locked up when she

made no sense!

everyone present was left bewildered. Yena quickly spoke up. “Lilly, what are you doing? Mrs. Ferguson’s son was haunted by a

sure to emphasize that she was the one who helped

shook her head and refuted, “Mrs. Ferguson’s son isn’t haunted at all,

taken aback, finding it hard to believe.

ghost mother had told her that it was the bad fortune of the Ferguson family that allowed the malevolent spirit to enter. She knew that Lilly was up

eyes turned red, and she looked at Blake with a pleading

to Mrs. Ferguson and continued, “Mrs. Ferguson, he’s

jealousy towards Blake. Although Blake did not have a good relationship with the MacNeil family in Alfornada, he was an adult, so what if he did not care about children…. you think I

felt her face stinging as

a week, stood nearby. Despite being able

In the end, it was all about who had the power

him, tugging him forcefully. Suddenly, a little

charred as if it had been burnt to death, but its pale, lifeless eyes were fixed on everyone in the room.

not seen any ghosts. She only saw her

out the little ghost, Mrs. Ferguson screamed in shock, nearly knocking over a vase.

Mrs. Ferguson exclaimed, stepping back in fear.

said, “Yes, there really is a ghost! How strange, I