Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 1077

Chapter 1077 You’re Eating Poop

With a loud clatter, the pot slipped from Jean’s hand as she saw Lilly and her expression changed drastically.

Lilly…

How did Lilly end up here?

She… she died?!

Jean’s already pale face turned ghostly white, and her legs went weak, nearly causing her to collapse.

The carefree smile and boredom that adorned her face moments ago vanished, replaced by a gaze filled with anxiety.

No, no, it could not be possible for Lilly to have died….

Her beloved daughter had endured so much suffering, and she was finally discovered by the Crawford family. How could she have died…..

Lilly was supposed to grow up in peace and good health, marry happily, have a prosperous marriage, and be surrounded by children and grandchildren in her later years, enjoying a lifetime of happiness.

How could she die now?

Jean covered her mouth, tears fell into the pot with a clattering sound.

She wanted to call out to Lilly, but her throat felt constricted, rendering her unable to utter a sound.

“Lil…” she managed to say one word, but then she noticed a tall figure standing behind Lilly.

“Old lady, we’re not drinking the soup,” he stated firmly.

Madame Maya warmly smiled and shook her head. “Regardless of how much you miss the mortal world, you must drink the soup when you arrive here…

Lilly tilted her head, gazing at a bowl of soup on the table.

Ah, this must be the same Madame Maya’s soup that her mother had drunk. No matter how it was consumed, it did not work, did it?

Curiosity piqued, and she wanted to give it a try too.

Lilly impulsively picked up the bowl and drank the soup in one gulp, surprising everyone present. Her movements were too quick for anyone to intervene.

Pablo exclaimed.

The unlucky ghost cursed under his breath, “Hey!” and quickly retreated to a safe distance.

The cowardly ghost’s eyes widened in fear.

Jean, pale with shock, instinctively rushed forward and cried out in surprise, “Lilly!”

Blake glanced over.

Lilly clutched the empty bowl, staring at Jean in astonishment.

Wait, this is Mommy? Right?

Why were her eyes so bright that she can’t even see her mother clearly?

Setting the bowl down, Lilly rubbed her eyes and saw her mother’s face right in front of her.

Jean anxiously grabbed Lilly’s shoulders, turned her upside down, and vigorously rubbed her stomach.

“Hey! Spit it out!”

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Jean was consumed by worry.

Blake tried to interject, “Actually, you don’t…”

Jean raised her head, anger flashing in her eyes. “Shut up! How could you? How could you stand there and let her drink it!”

Blake immediately fell silent, touched his nose, and gazed at Jean with a mixture of complicated emotions.

As Lilly heard her parents arguing, she felt as if the world had turned upside down.

Her mind began to spin and her thoughts grew dizzy.

“Mommy… Mommy…” Lilly stuck out her tongue, trying to utter a word.

Jean swiftly turned Lilly around and asked loudly, “Sweetie, how do you feel? Do Mommy?”

you

remember

Lilly stumbled forward, moving in circles. “Mmm… dizzy…”

It seemed like she was drunk…

Jean and Madame Maya were confused..

With a sweeping motion, Blake scooped up Lilly and held her tightly in his strong arms.

Lilly was so small that she curled up in Blake’s embrace. Her little face, flushed with pink and red, looked even more drunk compared to the other ghosts.

At that moment, by the Spirit Bridge, Jean’s head buzzed and she stared at Lilly blankly. Then she raised her head…

As her eyes lifted, they met a pair of bottomless eyes.

Jean… It’s been a while, Blake said, holding Lilly in one arm while the other reached out to rest on Jean’s head. “It’s been a while…”

Jean was confused as she felt a sudden warmth on the top of her head, Jean was stunned.

Meanwhile, the King of Cities sat leisurely in his bedroom, leaning over to feed the fish.

The fishpond was spacious and luxurious, filled with cold water and a gentle breeze. A piece of purple jade was placed in the pond, and shimmering agates and pearls were scattered at the bottom.

Among them, a fish with snow-white scales leisurely. Its entire body was black, creating a stunning

contrast.

The King of the Underworld carefully crushed the fish food, watching the fish eat slowly. He then grabbed a gauze colander-like tool and carefully scooped something out of the pond.

After a while, he held a few small balls of paste in his hand, a satisfied expression on his face.

On the classic and elegant tabletop, a tea set was placed. The King of Cities poured the mush from the colander into the teapot, Sitting down, he calmly brewed and drank his tea..

If Lilly were present, she would definitely say…

“No matter how elegant you are, it doesn’t change the fact that you’re eating poop.

The King of the Cities took a few sips of the hot tea, savoring the flavor with a look of endless satisfaction on his face…

Just then, one of his trusted aides rushed in from outside, stopping outside the bedroom. Speaking in a hushed voice, he said. “My Lord!”

While sipping his tea, the King of the Underworld asked softly. “What’s the matter?”

The aide replied. “There’s been an incident at Spirit Bridge! That little one somehow sneaked in and is causing a commotion, insisting on taking her mother away…”

The King of Cities abruptly stood up, paused for a moment, and then laughed. “Very well… If someone can save her this time, I’ll cut off my stomach. It seems I truly cannot escape my fate.”

With that, he disappeared in an instant.