Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

The man found himself helplessly drawn into the gaze of the demons, unable to resist! He felt as though a cultivator of the Emperor Realm was holding him down! It was terrifying! "I'll talk! I'l talk..." the man shouted in fear.

However, he continued to descend.

He knew that this was his only opportunity to speak, and they wouldn't waste time with him.

This family was ruthless! "I'm the one who pushed him down!" the man shouted in despair. He had already reached the red pond in the center of the evil eye.

Suddenly, he stopped moving.

He was suspended in mid-air without any ropes or magical artifacts, effortlessly floating.

He was in awe and horror of the old man. He never expected the Ruler of Hell to be so powerful and mysterious.

The man dared not hide anything and said, "I encountered him nearby. He was probably being chased by other ghosts and hid here, but he ended up trapped.” He glanced down and saw the red water creeping up his clothes, like ghostly hands reaching out for his life.

There was an indescribable force around him, pulling him toward the ground! "He was lying over there, unable to get up and seemingly struggling because golden light appeared on his body..." "I, as a humble person, was simply overwhelmed by excessive love and desire at the sight of the golden light on his body. | never intended to harm him..." That phrase again.

Lilly's divine sense held the man up as she felt extreme disgust toward this ghost while also sensing the strong force pulling at the ghost.

Although this force meant nothing to her, it was difficult for Cloud to break free from it.

Moreover, this force was quietly eroding the ghost cultivator's cultivation. Lilly stared at the man underground. In just a few short moments, his ghost lord's cultivation was completely eroded, leaving him only as a malignant spirit.

Lilly had initially wanted to throw him into the evil eye. She was very angry at this cunning and hypocritical ghost who had also harmed Cloud.

However, in the next second, the man, who had transformed into a mere malignant spirit, revealed his true nature.

Lilly was stunned.

Not only she, but even Pablo, Blake, Jean, and the Crawford Ancestor were also stunned.

This ghost piqued their intense curiosity.

A deceitful person who died due to their obsession with deceit would suffer a hundredfold of the torment they caused, transforming into a deceptive ghost.

Just like the unlucky ghost, who was extremely unlucky both in life and death, he was trapped in the narrow space between two walls and repeatedly pecked to death by a rooster until he eventually became an unlucky ghost.

The man in front of them was unbelievably absurd, as he was a poop-devouring ghost.

Jean asked in confusion, "Is it because he loved eating feces when he was alive?" The Crawford Ancestor was also surprised and puzzled as he stroked his beard, "His obsession is eating feces... " Blake suggested, "Is it possible that he was forced to eat it..." Lilly replied, "That seems unlikely. Otherwise, the unlucky ghost wouldn't be called an unlucky ghost but a chicken-pecked ghost." The formation of the malignant spirit is related to his obsession, not his tragic death.

When the feces-eating ghost was pulled up, Lilly suddenly realized that her spiritual consciousness had been tainted.

She hesitated to use her Soul Binding Net, afraid that her net would become dirty.

In the end, she used a bundle of rope from the poop-devouring ghost's ring to tie him up.

When the poop-devouring ghost emerged, for some reason, he did not realize that his cultivation had regressed to that of a malignant spirit.

He thought he was still a ghost lord, and although the Ghost Binding Rope in his ring was powerful, he believed he could break free as a ghost lord with strong cultivation.

The poop-devouring ghost was overjoyed in his heart and immediately made a bold move, using all his might, thinking he could escape unexpectedly...

Normally, when encountering the Ruler of Hell, no ghost would dare to run. However, if | do it right away, the Ruler of Hell would be caught off-guard! Sterquil, the poop-devouring ghost, thought.

He glanced around discreetly and saw that the Ruler of Hell was not paying attention to him, and his descendants were also not wary.

Did they think he would not dare to run? Boom! He exploded into action and attempted to flee, but he found himself unable to move and ended up crawling in place like a slug...

Shock filled him.

He felt like he had fallen into an icehouse and quickly looked up to explain that he had not intended to run, but he saw the disdainful looks from the Ruler of Hell and the others as they took three steps back.

It was then that Sterquil finally realized his cultivation had dropped from that of a ghost lord to the malignant spirit realm! No... No! How could this happen? In that instant, despair finally rose in the heart of Sterquil.

Lilly, her parents, her master, and the Crawford Ancestor were too busy for now to pay attention to him.

Although they were curious, the safety of Cloud was their top priority.

While Sterquil struggled to escape, the group debated who should go down into the evil eye.

Blake said, "Alright, we said | would go down, so | will go." He smirked, looking very relaxed. "Don't worry. He knows this place well, and his cultivation now is also that of an Emperor.” Lilly still had some concerns. "I always feel like there's something here..." The Crawford Ancestor kicked Blake down into the pit and said, "What could there be? Even if there is something, he is in the Emperor realm. In the worst-case scenario, he'll just come back up and cultivate again!” Blake flew straight into the evil eye, causing Pablo's mouth to twitch.

Blake's voice echoed from afar. "Crawford Ancestor, can you please find someone else to take the fall next time?" Having said that, just before falling into the evil eye, Blake turned around and swiftly and skillfully plunged into the red pond.