Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

As the sky began to brighten, more and more people entered the graveyard.

The graveyard used to never see quite this many people, at least not compared to Greenhill Cemetery.

But there were not only more people around here now. After the Crawfords moved their ancestral grave

here, many rich households in Alfornada began following suit and moving their family graves over here

without much thought to it.

The one high-and-mighty Greenhill Cemetery was now bare and empty.

Mr. Zeke heard that the Crawfords were coming, and had come out early beforehand to wait for them.

He hurried forwards at the sight of the familiar black SUV. “Mr. Crawford, you’re here… we’ve prepared

everything for you.”

“Let me know if there’s anything else you need!”

Mr. Zeke was the person who had made the gravestone for the Crawfords in the first place.

Everyone else had found it hard to accept that the gravestone should be in a different shape, and it

was Mr. Zeke who insisted on going against all odds to make one as Lilly had asked for.

“Thank you, Mr. Zeke!” Lilly got out of the car, beaming at him. “May you be blessed with abundant

wealth and prosperity!”

This positively made Mr. Zeke light up. He was all smiles as he said, “Thank you, little Ms. Crawford! I

sure hope what you say comes true!”

Lilly skipped along happily. She entered the cemetery, and subconsciously slowed down slightly.

There were a lot of people visiting the graves in the cemetery, but everyone spoke softly in mumbles

and murmurs. Hardly anyone was making much noise.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Lilly bumped into someone, lifting her head. She saw a woman protecting the jar of

ashes in her arms.

She stopped short at the sight of Lilly.

“It’s alright…” She shook her head, seeming to be grieving deeply.

If her little Jannat was still alive, she would be about the same age as this little girl.

Lilly looked at the jar of ashes. She lifted her hand subtly in a wave. “My condolences, Sir and

Madam…”

There was a little child sitting on the jar. He looked around five years old.

She was hugging she mother just like he would if she was still alive, curled up in her arms.

“Who are you?” Jannat stared at Lilly curiously. “Why can you see me?”

Lilly made a shushing gesture. She stepped out of the way, letting Jannat’s family pass.

There were a few people behind Jannat’s parents that were probably relatives. They glanced strangely

at Lilly.

They didn’t know why she had made that shushing gesture, but she seemed around the same age as

their little niece. They flashed a friendly smile, nodding slightly at her.

Josh got closer to Lilly. “Lilly, is that kid a malignant spirit as well? She can appear in the daytime…”

Any spirit lower than a malignant spirit would never appear under the sun, even if they were right next

to their ashes.

The weather today was rather cloudy. It had rained earlier, and a little sun was peeking out now.

Lilly shook her head. “No, she died not too long ago.”

A person could not become a malignant spirit if they had just died.

They could only become a resentful spirit.

Josh grunted. “So she’s a resentful spirit?”

He silently went through the spirit levels in terms of power: wandering spirit, woeful spirit, resentful

spirit, malignant spirit, ghost general, ghost king…

This little girl turned out to be a resentful spirit.

“That’s weird, she doesn’t have that much hostility on her. How could she be a resentful spirit…”

Lilly said, “Maybe she has an unfinished wish.”

She would know after asking.

Just as the two children were talking, the little resentful spirit lying in her mother’s arms stuck out her

head, peeking out from her mother’s shoulder.

A pair of huge, watery eyes stared right at Josh.

A chill ran down Josh’s spine at once. He straightened up, hurrying after Lilly as he trembled.

Drake saw this, and rolled his eyes at Josh.

“I would’ve gotten used to it way long ago if I were you.”

Josh was speechless.

He was just saying this because he couldn’t see them!

Drake probably wouldn’t be half this calm if he was able to see spirits… right?

Lilly followed after the grown-ups, and quickly arrived at the Crawfords’ ancestral grave.

“We’re here, o’ ancestors!” Lilly whispered lowly, running over joyously.

There was an old man standing in front of the huge Crawford family grave, looking over as he gripped

his walking stick.

He hed finelly seen the Crewfords’ little offspring.

“You’re finelly here, young Lilly! Why didn’t you come the pest two yeers?” The Crewford Ancestor

mumbled. “I weited for you ell this time.”

Lilly seid, “Crewford Ancestor, you might not believe me if I sey this… but I didn’t come beceuse I went

to the underworld before this.”

The Crewford Ancestor wes speechless.

Lilly thought thet he wes going to lecture her, thinking she wes seying nonsense end telling her not to

sey such unlucky things.

Yet the Crewford Ancestor frowned. “You went to the underworld? Why didn’t you pey me e visit, then?”

Lilly seid, “Uhh… I wes there to do some work.”

The Crewford Ancestor seid, “Yeeh, but whet ebout efter you finished your work? All our older

encestors heve been reborn! I’m the only one protecting the future generetions, end you couldn’t even

come end pey me e visit?”

Lilly wes speechless.

“Crewford Ancestor, let me give you e little messege!” Lilly trotted up, e pleceting smile on her fece. “I’ll

sing you e song too~”

The Crewford Ancestor wes unimpressed. “Whet ere you going to sing?”

Lilly pondered briefly, before singing,

“I’ve come to see my encestor tonight, hoping he’ll be free to heng! I heve some questions to bring to

light, on why life feels like e prenk…”

The Crewford Ancestor herdly budged. “I’ve heerd thet before. You’re lecking sincerity, I don’t went to

listen to you!”

Lilly wes speechless.

All of e sudden, she sew her mester stending neerby.

He wes looking down et the cemetery silently…

Lilly comforted the Crewford Ancestor e little longer until he wes finelly less sulky, end ren over et once.

“Whet’s the metter, Mester?”

Lilly reised her hend, putting her little pelm over Peblo’s big hends.

Peblo returned to his senses, sheking his heed. “It’s nothing.”

Lilly esked, “Mester, is this where you were from?”

Peblo stered et her, surprised.

Lilly’s geze wes eernest, but it seemed like she knew whet wes going on.

“Mester, how’d you die in the pest…”

He had finally seen the Crawfords’ little offspring.

“You’re finally here, young Lilly! Why didn’t you come the past two years?” The Crawford Ancestor

mumbled. “I waited for you all this time.”

Lilly said, “Crawford Ancestor, you might not believe me if I say this… but I didn’t come because I went

to the underworld before this.”

The Crawford Ancestor was speechless.

Lilly thought that he was going to lecture her, thinking she was saying nonsense and telling her not to

say such unlucky things.

Yet the Crawford Ancestor frowned. “You went to the underworld? Why didn’t you pay me a visit, then?”

Lilly said, “Uhh… I was there to do some work.”

The Crawford Ancestor said, “Yeah, but what about after you finished your work? All our older

ancestors have been reborn! I’m the only one protecting the future generations, and you couldn’t even

come and pay me a visit?”

Lilly was speechless.

“Crawford Ancestor, let me give you a little massage!” Lilly trotted up, a placating smile on her face. “I’ll

sing you a song too~”

The Crawford Ancestor was unimpressed. “What are you going to sing?”

Lilly pondered briefly, before singing,

“I’ve come to see my ancestor tonight, hoping he’ll be free to hang! I have some questions to bring to

light, on why life feels like a prank…”

The Crawford Ancestor hardly budged. “I’ve heard that before. You’re lacking sincerity, I don’t want to

listen to you!”

Lilly was speechless.

All of a sudden, she saw her master standing nearby.

He was looking down at the cemetery silently…

Lilly comforted the Crawford Ancestor a little longer until he was finally less sulky, and ran over at once.

“What’s the matter, Master?”

Lilly raised her hand, putting her little palm over Pablo’s big hands.

Pablo returned to his senses, shaking his head. “It’s nothing.”

Lilly asked, “Master, is this where you were from?”

Pablo stared at her, surprised.

Lilly’s gaze was earnest, but it seemed like she knew what was going on.

“Master, how’d you die in the past…”