Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)
Chapter 805

The bridal ghost flew out, followed by the passionate spirit and the unlucky ghost. The three of them stayed behind to grab Ivan. The bridal ghost lamented, "Oh, you frightened me to death, sir!"

The unlucky ghost chimed in, "Don't you know how old he is? Why are you addressing him as sir? Do you have conscience?"

The ghost bride admitted honestly, "No."

King of Transformation was speechless.

The voice of the ghost bride and her companions quickly faded away.

King of Transformation turned around and started heading back.

Not long after, King of Cities followed, feeling rather annoyed. "King Transformation, is that you?"

King of Transformation held a scroll and did not even bother to lift his eyelids. "What is it?"

King of Cities scolded as he was unsure, "Did you help the little ones escape?"

King of Transformation raised his head and looked at him mockingly. "I don't have as much free time as you do."

After a brief pause, he raised his eyebrows. "Oh, they ran away? Tsk, long time no see, King of Cities, have your skills gone to garbage recentlyl?" The city king was furious. "George Freeman!"

King of Transformation smiled. "Huh? If it's not worthless, then it means your luck has run out, I assume."

King of Cities was speechless.

The mention of luck calmed him down.

"You're lucky!" The King of Cities flicked his sleeves, turned his head, and left.

King of Transformation smiled. "I know everything, I'm doing fine.."

King of Cities was perplexed.

After Lilly, her aunt, Ivan, and the ghosts left the pond, they swiftly retraced their steps.

Ivan asked, "Wait, are we really going from here?"

Lilly turned back to reassure him, "Trust me, Ivan!"

Ivan was silent.

Alright, alright.

At that moment, a tall, handsome, and majestic black cat was squatting beside the enormous pit where the sacred tree had been dug out.

It was deep in thought.

The cold pond did not belong to him.

But the sacred tree belonged to the family of cats...

He still could not believe that their family's sacred tree had been taken away like this.

A much smaller black cat was struggling and pleading, "Let me go! Dad, I didn't do anything wrong! I..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cute little kid led a group of ghosts and malevolent spirits, passing by him in a whoosh.

"Hi, kitty!"

"Goodbye, kitty cat!"

Lilly ran past in a frenzy and shouted, "I'll give you back your tree the next time!"

After all, Pablo was still hanging on the tree, so it was impossible to return the tree at the moment.

The little black cat being held down and the King of the Black Cats were silent.

"Daddy! It's her! The bandit!"

"Let me go! I'm going to tear her apart, meow meow meow!!!"

King of the Black Cats was silent.

Lilly followed the same path she had taken to arrive here, all the way back up.

Lilly retraced his path all the way back to where she came from.

Lisa asked, "Are you sure you didn't make a wrong turn?"

Lilly nodded and replied, "Yeah, I have a special method of marking my way!"

"Hey, Aunt Lisa, you said that sentence well!"

Lisa was taken aback and responded, "Huh...? What?"

Having just drawn attention to herself, it was easy to speak confidently one moment and then regret it the next.

Whatever, Lisa did not dwell on it too much.

They once again stored the ghosts inside the jar of souls.

This time, their journey back to the depths of the cave in the cliff went smoothly, and Lilly finally spotted the familiar marking.

The marks carved in stone left by her father, Blake.

"No, I remember Mr. MacNeil's marking isn't here." Ivan suddenly halted, motioning Lilly to stop as well, concerned that was a trap, like the King of Cities' trick.

It was only then that Lilly carefully realized that they ventured far from the cave entrance.

"Daddy must have kept on venturing and been here before."

The three of them continued onward and noticed that the entrance of the cave was densely adorned with markings.

At each mark, Lilly felt as if she could witness her father's struggle and perseverance.

For some reason, as she stood there, she suddenly felt like it had been a long time since she had seen her father.

Lilly's eyes welled up with tears, and she could not resist the urge to run outside.

But Ivan stopped her and said, "Lilly...tell my dad that I'll come back later."

Lilly exclaimed, "What?"

She turned her head and noticed Ivan extending his hand, offering her a candy. "I can't leave just yet," he said. Anxiously, Lilly replied, "But..."

Ivan placed the candy in her hand and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry."

With those words, he stepped back.

Lilly tightly clutched the candy, her gaze fixed on the cave entrance, and remained silent for a long time.

At that moment, Blake stood on the cliff's edge, observing the clouds and mist swirling between the cliffs. Occasionally, he glanced at the iron pot on the ground. This time, Lilly had been gone for an entire month.

"Lilly, when will you come back..."

Blake's heart weighed heavily.

None of them expected Lilly would be away for such a long time this time.

Bettany could no longer bear it, she was incredibly worried.

Anthony also came over. He had been working in Malie Country recently.

Lilly, when will you come back...

Blake's eyes grew dim.