Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles!

Chapter 1371 Sticky Plaster And Man

Before the figure arrived, a green light flew towards the small ghost beast.

Was it chasing the small ghost beast?

The green light was eerie and emitted a cold glow.

The fur on the small ghost beast's tail stood up, and it immediately jumped behind Lilly, clinging to her

pants!

Lilly struck out with a palm, and the green light scattered before falling softly to the ground, seemingly

useless.

Everyone took a closer look and realized that the object was actually a piece of sticky plaster.

Jean was surprised. "Has it become sentient?"

Blake sneered. "I'm not sure if the sticky plaster is sentient, but this thing is definitely alive."

He held a dark shadow in his hand, which was the person who had just rushed over.

To be precise, it was a ghost.

This ghost was a man, short in stature, but his eyes were bright and lively.

He probably did not expect to be caught so easily. After a moment of panic, he immediately calmed

down.

With unconcealed panic on his face, he sincerely bowed his head. "I'm sorry! I shouldn't have been

overwhelmed by my excessive love and desire for your pets..."

Blake was speechless.

Jean was puzzled.

Wait. He was already going to steal the small ghost beast. How could this thief make it sound so nice?

Lilly repeated his words, saying, "Excessive love and desire?"

"Stealing is just stealing. Just because you failed to forcefully take someone else's things, do you think

you can justify your actions with your words? This cannot be considered excessive love and desire!"

Lilly was speechless.

From the first impression, she felt that this ghost was really hypocritical and extremely fake in an

uncomfortable manner.

The short man nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, I was wrong. I didn't expect you all to be so powerful. I,

the humble one, was blind."

He showed humility, but not too much.

However, that was not the point. The point was that he had something belonging to Cloud.

At first, Lilly just felt that something was off about this ghost. Despite his sinister aura, there was an

inexplicable sense of righteousness.

These two different auras mixed together, creating a strange feeling. The more she felt it, the more

familiar it became. Finally, Lilly realized that this sense of righteousness was Cloud's golden light of

merit.

Although she didn't physically move, her divine sense immediately swept towards the male ghost.

First, she looked into the Bag of Holding hanging from his waist, but it only contained various clothes,

pots, herbs, and other miscellaneous items, all neatly arranged.

None of them were very valuable, but there was an Azurite gemstone among a pile of non-valuable

items.

Lilly frowned. It felt as if the gemstone was a gold nugget hidden among a pile of garbage, making her

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She speculated in her mind that the intentional placement of an Azurite gemstone was meant to

confuse the eyes, probably to prevent anyone from robbing the man. This Bag of Holding was a

diversion, which meant he actually had other storage magical artifacts.

Sure enough, Lilly soon discovered a ring hidden under his shoe sole. Inside the ring were many

valuable items, with at least a dozen Azurite gemstones, several bottles of elixirs, and more than a

dozen weapons.

After the weapons were neatly organized and categorized, they found a golden bullet among the

weapons on the shelf.

It belonged to Cloud!

Lilly's eyes turned cold as she asked, "Have you seen this person?"

She took out a photo of Cloud. "Did you harm him?"

A hint of surprise flashed through the man's eyes, but he lowered his gaze, his eyelids drooping. If it

were not for Lilly's keen, perceptive eyes, she would not have noticed this subtle change.

That was because his performance was just too convincing!

The man's eyes showed confusion as he looked up at Lilly and Blake and asked, "Are you looking for

someone? I really haven't seen him, though."

His brain quickly worked: When he pushed the young man into the evil eye, there were no ghosts

around, and the young man did not leave any special marks on him.

The only thing he took from the young man was a golden bullet, which he hid in a storage ring, and the

ring was hidden under his shoe sole...

Ghost cultivators who cultivated in the Underworld knew many ways to hide rings. However, because

storage rings were precious, no one would think that he would hide the ring under his shoe sole.

Thus, he definitely did not expose anything. He just did not expect that his attempt to snatch the small

ghost beast managed to bring him to that young man's family.

The man observed carefully, noticing the resemblance between the little girl in front of him and the

female spirit beside her. Although the old ghost was quite old, he still shared a few common traits with

the little girl.

That meant they were a family, and the most powerful one should be the old man who had been silent

all along...

It was extremely rare for an entire family to be ghost cultivators. The oldest one must be the most

formidable.

Having made his judgment, the man humbly and sincerely said to the silent Crawford Ancestor, "Sir,

please believe me! I really haven't seen the person you're looking for... but I did see him heading

towards the evil eye."

Half-truths were the easiest way to deceive people, and the male ghost swore that he was not lying.

Cloud must have really gone to the Devil's Eye.

By right, they would be so eager to rush over there that they had to temporarily let him go or tie him up.

He was not afraid anyway.

Sure enough, everything went black around him as he was thrown into a grand hall...

He could hear the family anxiously saying to each other, "Crawford Ancestor, let's go find Uncle Cloud

first!"

The female spirit was also in a hurry. "Cloud's cultivation is so low. He'll be like a piece of fat meat

wherever he arrives in the underworld..."

A sigh of relief escaped the man. These people were indeed very anxious.

After all, for a ghost with such perfect merit and such low cultivation, anyone who saw him would want

to devour him. It was only natural for them to be in a hurry.

Alright. As long as they did not pay attention to him, he would be able to find a way to quietly escape.