Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Chapter 207 Game Coaching Client Zachary’s body broke out in a cold sweat for no reason.

Lilly asked, “Game coaching? My brother is one!” Zachary thought in his heart. Don’t cue me. Thank you.

Mrs. Ghost said as she cast a glance Zachary’s way, “I see... That girl doesn’t have many friends. She shares an apartment with another girl, and the two girls don’t get along well. Sometimes the other girl invites her boyfriend to spend the night. The two often have conflicts.” Zachary was struck dumb.

This story sounded familiar. | recall getting a booking in the middle of the night a while ago. My client often mentioned that her roommate brought her boyfriend to stay overnight.

“What happened after that?” Zachary couldn't help but ask.

Mrs. Ghost said, “That's all. She died.” Zachary ceased speaking once more. He grumbled in his heart. / just started to feel intrigue and want to hear the fest, but there isn’t more to the story? Mrs. Ghost continued, “The girl caused a significant disturbance in the room when she jumped off the building. Her roommate was so terrified that she dared not return. The girl allegedly fell in love with a boy she played games with. Before she jumped, she wore a wedding gown and wrote the boy’s name, but they never actually met. | don’t know what happened after that.” After giving it some thought, Mrs. Ghost continued, “Oh yes, the name of that boy is CrowZee. | think | saw it written in a red booklet.” Zachary was taken aback.

Damn, this can’t possibly be a coincidence, can it? It's such a big world; why did it have to be me? Zachary was immobile and rooted to the spot.

Lilly thanked Mr. and Mrs. Ghost and bid them farewell. After she watched them drift away, she finally said, “Okay, Zac, shall we go next door and take a look?” Just now, Mrs. Ghost informed them that no one lived next door.

In fear, Zachary said, “Perhaps we shouldn't...” Lilly asked curiously, “Zac, you've been acting strangely since we entered this room. What's going on?” Zachary was a little evasive, but he finally confessed, “Just now, when | was outside, the door next door opened.” Lilly widened her eyes and asked, “Why didn’t you say so carlier?” Zachary turned his head away, not saying anything.

What is there to say? Am | going to tell her and let her laugh at my cowardice? Everything has changed now. | had now actually witnessed a ghost.

13 Lilly looked at him puzzledly and said, “Zac, what's wrong? You're acting even stranger now.” She fixed her gaze on Zachary, and she could tell Zachary was keeping something from her.

Zachary was tongue-tied for a moment.

What should | say, exactly? | had turned into a game—coaching streamer to make money.

At first, when people found out that | was a child, they told me to get lost and go home to my mother.

| eventually gave up on joining clubs because I'm a kid and started working as a freelance streaming gaming coach.

That | pretended to be a grownup? The female spirit next door was my game sparring client? “Nothing,” Zachary pursed his lips and remained silent.

Lilly secretly read Zachary’s aura. She sported a stern expression and said, “I just read your aura, and you're in danger. Is your life or your reputation more important to you, Zac?” Zachary was at a loss for words. He stared at Lilly, suspecting that she was doing this on purpose.

He pursed his lips and finally said, “I'm CrowZee.” It was Lilly’s turn to widen her mouth in shock at this point. She asked, “You are Zachary Crawford; how could you be CrowZee?” Zachary was irritated. He pulled out a piece of paper and wrote his name. He separated the letters in his name so they resembled CrowZee to some extent.

With a sympathetic expression on her face, Lilly remarked, “No wonder the suicidal spirit is haunting you.” Zachary had a hard time accepting this. He protested, “Hey! I'm just a kid!" | only played games to make a little money to support myself. Is it necessary for this to happen to me? I think | have trauma from playing games now.

Lilly shook her head and said, “The suicidal spirit doesn’t care about this. It is your fault that you lied to her.” Zachary cursed, “Dang it!” He began to seriously consider the possibility that he may have made a mistake for the first time.

“It's okay; the suicidal spirit didn’t write your real name on the red booklet, and it doesn’t know your birth chart,” Lilly reassured him.

The best it could do was haunt him and give him nightmares. If Zac’s name had been written, he would not be able to sit here comfortably now.

“What should | do?” Zachary could not help but start grabbing his hair.

Before this, he never imagined that this would happen to him. He even questioned whether ghosts exist.

Lilly just looked at him and said earnestly, “Don’t be afraid. I'm with you.” Mon, May 29 Chapter 207 Game Coaching Client 94.78% +15 Bonus Zachary was startled. Although the girl was small-her head barely reached his shoulders—the seriousness in her eyes somehow comforted him. Zachary fell silent and said nothing more.

At ten o'clock in the night, the whole Cherry Inn became quiet. It was absolutely quiet, which made the place seem unreal.

A cylinder light was installed every six feets along the long corridor. Since it was embedded in the ceiling and was not very bright, the corridor appeared somewhat hazy and dim. It even gave the illusion of walking on the road to the underworld.

Lilly wore a small yellow bag on her back that contained yellow papers, ritual papers, and obol coin strings, in addition to a ritual blade.

Zachary was right behind her. He looked tense and carried a ritual blade to ward off evil spirits.

His pupils slightly shrank as he focused on the tightly shut door next door.

Mrs. Ghost clearly said that there was no one next door. Why is this door locked? Zachary did not hear a bang from the wind blowing through the door.

“Lilly, is this okay?” Zachary asked as he looked at the long corridor. His heart almost jumped off his throat.

Lilly gave him an OK gesture and said, “It's okay.” As soon as her words fell, the door of the room next door creaked and slowly opened.