Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Lilly was livid and oddly so.

The vanity spirit that had been jerked around like a pinball nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. That was just a slip of the tongue.

What's the big deal?! “Hey...” “Boom!” Lilly acted as if she were wrestling a sandbag. The vanity spirit was completely floored by how they were tossed and smacked like flatbread.

She simply had no opening to fight back and it was driving her up the wall.

The brat she had so vehemently looked down on was this powerful? “Wait!” The vanity spirit yelped.

“No way!” Do | look like an idiot?! Why wait for someone who would launch a counterattack against me? The vanity spirit was furious. “I'm using Cheryl's body right now! Do you want to injure your little friend that badly?” She was so afraid that she tried to use Cheryl as a shield, only for Lilly to shoot her down. “She’s not my friend.” Who cares if she got hurt? Better to die a dignifying death than one sucked dry by a ghost.

That rendered the spirit speechless. She gritted her teeth as she studied both Pablo and Lilly and ultimately decided that it would be better to make a run for it.

The red bracelet on Lilly's wrist emitted a faint glow that helped pull the vanity spirit back.

The girl strained herself to continue pinballing the spirit.

As the host of the vanity spirit, Cheryl was also taken for a spin. If it weren't for the fact that Lilly was grabbing onto the spirit's foot instead of hers, she would've long been turned into a pile of mush.

In truth, she wasn't faring much better. Her head had visibly swelled up from the impact.

Only a resounding bang could be heard at the last strike as smoke billowed around them.

Lilly successfully cast the spirit out of Cheryl! Cheryl was out like a light.

Lilly could finally heave a sigh as she wiped the sweat off her brow. “Got you! What now, Master?” I'm tired.

Catching ghosts is such a tiring job! Master is such an unreliable guy. This move was all he taught me. It's such a tiring trick too! Both Pablo and Josh who were on the sidelines were locked in a stupor.

Josh was bewildered as he muttered, “That’s...so cool...” My sister isn’t an annoying crybaby. She's a violent little girl! She seemed more like a thug that wore rings on every finger and cut down anyone who refused to see her way.

Pablo hadn't expected Lilly to be so gifted when it came to spiritual power. She could wrestle spirits into submission! What the hell is that? Even for the likes of him, it would take considerable effort to separate the evil spirits from their hosts.

And all Tulip had to do was beat them down into submission.

The red bracelet contributed as part of it but it served more as a supportive function.

Her strength could not be demonstrated on the living but it did well against the dead.

It was as if she was born just for this.

Pablo set aside the shock and said, “Remember when | taught you how to use the ghost recovery charm?” Lilly nodded. “I do. Your painting skills are terrible, Master but | remember.” He twitched in irritation.

Just say “l remember”. Was all that necessary? Lilly awkwardly waved her hands and drew the pattern of the ghost recovery charm. A yellow rune manifested in the air, enveloping the vanity spirit and yanking it into the jar of souls.

“No! | refuse to go in there! No!” The ghost screeched.

“Why... Why?! | tried so hard but | never amounted to anything!” “Why?!” Lilly didn’t care about the hows or why’s! She pulled the spirit into the jar of souls with all her might.

The light from the charm was like a huge net that gradually shrank smaller and smaller around the spirit.

The more the spirit struggled, the more the net was stretched taut around her.

Lilly had no choice but to step on the spirit and pull her back.

Pablo helplessly stroked his forehead at the sight. “What a silly girl.” How badly did the spirit offend you for you to step on them? “Now you have to ask her how she died,” Pablo said.

They weren't collecting spirits just for the sake of collecting them. There were more questions to ask.

Figuring out how malignant spirits die will benefit her future knowledge and experience.

Lilly did as she was told. “Hey sumo wrestler, how did you die?” The vanity spirit glared at the girl with red eyes. “You're the sumo wrestler!” “That's a rebound!” The vain spirit didn’t know how to respond. “...” Neither did Pablo and Josh. *...” The vain spirit became even more manic in her attempts to break free.

Pablo knew she wasn’t going to divulge how she died at this point.

With a snap of his fingers, he retrieved the spirit in the jar.

The jar swayed. Her angry screeching could be heard from within. “Let me out!” Lilly patted the jar. “Be a little quieter, Ms. Sumo Wrestler. You can stay there with Ms. Ugly!” The girl shook the instrument with delight.

Ms. Sumo Wrestler and Ms. Ugly. My jar is filling up fast! Lilly quickly asked, “Master, is my jar full?” It's a big spirit! Pablo patted her head. “Let me show you how to see if it’s full.” He took one of Lilly's fingers and pressed it on top of the surface of the jar, whispering, “Concentrate.” She did as she was told and was suddenly greeted by what was the inside of the jar.

It was a large empty space.

Ms. Ugly was lying within and was clearly bored.

Ms. Sumo Wrestler was stamping her feet and cursing angrily.

She was large but not nearly enough to stuff the jar full.

When Lilly came back to her senses, the jar in her hands was still the size of a fingernail as it swayed lightly.

She wailed, “When am | going to get it filled up?!” Pablo smirked and decided to make fun of her. “I don’t know. Why don’t you have your brother calculate that for you?” He turned his attention to Josh who was standing next to him.

Josh felt his blood freeze. “Don’t ask me!” | don’t want to know about any of this! He didn’t care how many homes the female spirit had. He'd rather give up his beloved mathematics and chemistry for liberal arts than do the calculations.

“Why?! You're good at math, aren't you?” No, I'm terrible.

Lilly crouched down and began to draw on the dirt floor. “Look, Josh. This is the inside of the jar. This is Ms. Ugly and Ms. Sumo Wrestler... The space is really big... They're both really big too... How many Ms. Ugly and Ms. Sumo Wrestler would we need to fill it up?” Suppose Ms. Sumo Wrestler is x and Ms. Ugly is y...

No! I'm not calculating that! His hands seemed to gain a life of their own. He wanted to calculate everything that had to do with numbers.

He picked up a branch and began to scribble on the ground.

“The volume of the spirits would be x plus y. The room's area is... And so, filling it would take 19 and 100 respectively.” “You'll see nineteen Ms. Sumo Wrestlers and a hundred Ms. Uglies.” Lilly nodded vigorously. “Unum, | got it.” Pablo watched them in silence. “...” 1 did tell you.

Josh tossed the wooden stick aside without saying another word and pretended nothing had ever happened.

He looked away. “Why do you need to fill it up?” Lilly hugged her knees and rested her head on top of them. “Master says that I'll be taken away if | don't fill it.” That took Josh by surprise. “Taken away? To where?”