Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

The patrolman cautiously opened the black plastic bag, revealing the gruesome sight of a severed human head drenched in blood. It was difficult to determine the gender at first glance. The patrolman’s eyes widened in shock as he beheld the lifeless, fish-like eyes staring back at him. The sheer horror of the sight sent shivers down his spine.

Awhile passed as police officers arrived at the scene and swiftly cordoned off the area. The discovery of a human head on the railway quickly became the talk of the town, spreading rapidly like wildfire.

Meanwhile, Hugh's health was steadily improving, and Bettany provided the necessary support for him to stroll through the hospital's garden. The general hospital was conveniently located a mere four to five miles away from the train tracks, one of which passed within a 1-mile radius of the general hospital—the exact spot where the severed head was found.

Observing the commotion in the distance, Bettany expressed her curiosity, “Why are there alarms going off so early in the morning?” Hugh glanced toward the source of the sound and replied, “Something happened I suppose...” Bettany looked at him with a quizzical expression, remarking, “I know something has happened, but | don’t know what it is.

You're not answering my question.” Maintaining a composed demeanor, Hugh simply smiled in Bettany’s presence. Unbeknownst to the elderly couple, a detached “head” was rolling in the distance.

To be precise, it was a ghostly figure with a human head.

The head spun and rolled until it came to a stop at Bettany’s feet. Then, it gradually floated upwards, defying the laws of gravity.

As the head's eyes slowly opened, resembling those of a lifeless fish, it creepily inched closer to Bettany’s face, sniffing the air.

“Hee hee... What have you been soaking in? Such a delightful scent,” the head whispered, its presence looming eerily around Bettany, almost pressing against her face.

However, just as the head was about to adhere to Bettany’s face, a sudden beam of light shot up, forcefully deflecting it away.

“What is this?” The head grew suspicious.

It made another attempt to approach, only to be repelled once more by a beam of light.

The same fate befell its proximity to Hugh.

Startled and uncertain, the head harbored a strong sense of reluctance.

Instinctively drawn to Bettany, who soaked in the water of the ice pond, the head sought out this soul-condensing essence.

“Where am 1?” The disembodied head swiveled aimlessly, casting its gaze around. “Who am 1?” It bounced and rolled like a ball, traversing toward the hospital.

Although the day was overcast, there was still daylight. The head detected the murky atmosphere within the hospital and instinctively homed in on it. The faint aura of water from the ice pond emanating from Bettany stirred a flicker of consciousness within the head, prompting it to swiftly roll into the hospital corridor.

“Where's my body?” The head scrutinized the people passing.

Spotting a woman in white approaching, it attempted to attach itself to her, fitting its head onto her neck.

The woman, carrying a tray of breakfast, suddenly felt an inexplicable chill on her neck.

She instinctively recoiled and looked up with a puzzled expression. “Strange, | didn’t turn on the fan...” The head lingered on the woman's neck for a moment, sensing dissatisfaction.

“This isn’t my body...” “Where's my body...?" The head resumed its ethereal float, fixating on the people bustling around, once again attempting to attach itself, this time to a man’s face.

“It's not this one either...” The head continued its search, trying one person after another, but none proved satisfactory.

Initially, its purpose was to find its own body, but over time, it seemed to forget that it was merely seeking a suitable vessel.

Suddenly, the head turned blankly and fixated its gaze on a child.

“That kid looks promising.” There was a certain aura that made ghosts feel comfortable.

The human head made another attempt to attach itself...

Josh peered into the hospital room, finding it empty.

“Hey, where are Grandma and Grandpa?” he asked.

Drake stood nearby, hands in his pockets, and replied impatiently, “Maybe they went for a walk. Let's go.” Impatiently awaiting Lilly, he was eager to leave.

At noon, after finishing elementary school, the option to attend midday care at school was available, but Drake, Josh, and Zachary all lived close to home, so they never chose to stay for midday care.

Kindergarten classes continued through the afternoon, and Lilly would take her nap at school.

“Alright, let's go,” Josh reluctantly agreed.

However, as soon as he turned around, he was startled to the point of nearly jumping out of his skin.

A bloody human head had suddenly appeared right in front of him! Moreover, Josh was currently able to see ghosts. He had been free from such encounters for a long time, and now, out of the blue, he was once again confronted with the sight of a ghost.

It was not because he was scared or unaccustomed to it.

It was simply that the sudden and gruesome appearance of this head was too much to bear for anyone.

Josh's supposedly “courageous” heart, which had been cultivated over time, was on the verge of collapsing.

“What the heck... Screw you!” Josh exclaimed, reflexively pulling a frying pan out of his school bag and striking the head with a loud clang.

Simultaneously, the amulets and bracelets adorning Josh's body emitted a faint glow. While they did not make contact with the head, the force of the pan nearly cracked it.

The head rolled away, emitting gurgling sounds...

Drake's mouth twitched in disbelief.

I can’t with him...

When he was going to school, his schoolbag was filled with books, but he placed a frying pan in it?! And he carried it back and forth to school?! Meanwhile, Bettany was supporting Hugh when she suddenly felt a blur in front of her eyes, as if something had flown past her.