Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 319 Grace Is So Miserable

Pablo floated cross–legged in the void and said, “Grace is just like you… she also came up to

experience calamity.”

Lilly was puzzled.

She hasn’t figured out how many catastrophes she caused, so why Grace?

Pablo rubbed her soft hair and said, “But she is different from you, she is the next Madame Meng.”

“Didn’t your mother drink Madame Maya’s soup as if she drank plain water?”

She also said that Madame Maya should improve her business capabilities.

Madame Maya tried her best, but she couldn’t help but occasionally think that ghosts like Jean were

truly immune to her soup.

Everyone said that her soup was watered down, which made Madame Maya furious. After numerous

selections, a new heir to Madame Maya was finally chosen.

Lilly suddenly realized, “So Grace came up here to find Madame Maya’s soup?”

Pablo nodded in agreement, “You could say that!”

Every time Lilly called Grace “Gracie,” Pablo felt like he was playing a role.

When Lilly was the King of Hades and Grace was a candidate for Madame Maya, they would often

argue.

Whenever Lilly saw Grace, she would place her hands on her hips and realize how difficult it was to

make Grace cry. Therefore, she insisted on calling her Gracie and remained ever watchful…

Lilly blinked in confusion and asked hesitantly, “Master, is it difficult to obtain the eighth tear?”

Pablo let out a sigh and replied, “Yes, it is,”

Grace has undergone three incarnations and in each one, she has been unable to acquire the eighth

tear.

“That’s because the final tear requires Madame Maya’s tears of sorrow, but Madame Maya is not one

to shed tears easily.”

Lilly recalled Quinnie’s words and asked anxiously, “Is it true that Gracie didn’t cry when she was

born?”

Josh, who was nearby, immediately refuted. “That’s impossible. Every baby cries when they are born.

Crying is a natural response to inhaling air and the vibration of vocal cords. If they don’t cry, it could

indicate suffocation or health issues.

Pablo nodded and explained, “Quinnie probably meant that she cried without tears, a dry cry.”

People around the world often assume that a newborn baby crying at birth is a sign of crying. However,

it

is merely the vibration of the vocal cords, and true crying occurs later on.

In Grace’s case, she should have cried when she was born, but she had not cried ever since.

Lilly expressed sympathy, saying, “That’s unfortunate.”

In her opinion, crying is the same as laughing, not being able to cry is like not being able to laugh, and

happiness is gone.

Josh questioned, “Isn’t it impossible for a person to go through their entire life without crying…?”

Pablo leaned back, gazing at the booklet, and responded casually. “In Grace’s first life, she lost her

beloved: In her second life, all her beloved family members died unexpectedly. In her third life, her best

friend betrayed her. Suffering from the pain of separation, loss, and betrayal…”

“In three lives, she indeed never shed a tear.”

As stated in the brochure, Grace experienced immense sadness, so overwhelming that she screamed

at the sky. However, even in her profound grief, she never shed a tear.

“They have no recollection of their past lives, and with each reincarnation, they go through calamities.

anew, all in an attempt to elicit that single tear of sorrow.”

Lilly was left speechless, realizing the sheer tragedy of it all.

Josh added “Is there something wrong with her tear glands? She should get it checked out, maybe she

has some eye disease,”

Pablo’s mouth twitched.

He went on, “Whenever Grace returns to the underworld, she remembers all her past lives and the

pain. associated with them. She becomes filled with anger and negative energy, distancing herself from

others and refusing to show care. She would also get mad when the Ruler of Hell questioned her

abilities…”

He stopped at this point.

Lilly, being young and facing numerous challenges, understood the necessity of experiencing different

situations in the world. However, her true identity remained unknown to her.

None of the people around her, including Anthony and Blake, were aware that Lilly was the Ruler of

Hell despite knowing about his ability to interact with ghosts.

Her true identity was carefully concealed from the world.

Lilly, unable to comprehend the intricacies of her role, expressed her dissatisfaction by pouting and

concluding, “The Ruler of Hell must be terrible!”

Fine, since Gracie is miserable…

She would not criticize her skills anymore…

“What kind of rules are these!” Lilly pouted and shook her head like an adult.

Pablo closed the booklet and replied, “These are the rules that Madame Maya’s lineage has to follow

for generations. It’s their destiny, and no one can change it.”

Lilly looked puzzled, her innocent eyes gazing in one direction.

She wondered, if someone made Gracie cry forcefully, would those tears count as her true sadness?

Lilly’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she considered the idea of completing the calamity. She felt

that with some assistance, she could help Gracie fulfill her destiny.

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But now that Gracie was still in the hospital, Lilly decided to beat her up as soon as she recovered from

her injury.

She did not want to beat Gracie up intentionally. She just wanted to help her fulfill her destiny!

At the hospital, Gracie lay on the bed and let out a sneeze, causing her to wince in pain. Her face

turned pale, but she clenched her lips and endured silently.

The doctor approached to change her dressing and was surprised to see that the wound was bleeding.

With a sigh, he treated the wound and gently advised, “Let me know if it hurts, little girl,”

This child was peculiar. During procedures such as surgeries, stitches, and dressing changes, medical

staff often worried about children crying excessively. Such crying could disrupt the treatment process

and, on rare occasions, even require sedation.

However, Grace was an exception to this norm.

No tears during surgery, no tears when receiving stitches, no tears during wound examinations, and no

tears during dressing changes…

It was a challenge for the doctors and nurses. Grace didn’t cry when she was in pain, and she didn’t

voice any discomfort. There was a genuine concern that if her wound became infected, she wouldn’t

express it, making it difficult to detect and treat in time.

The doctor continued to insist, reminding Grace to inform them if she experienced any pain.

Grace responded with a cold snort and said, “What’s the point of saying anything?”

The doctor was left speechless.

After the doctor left, Grace stared at the shadow ghost with an emotionless gaze.

The shadow ghost grinned at her, sometimes contorting its form and appearing upside down right in

front of her.

But Grace remained unfazed, her expression devoid of any reaction.

When Quinnie arrived with the lunch box, he noticed Grace’s expression and could not help but

remark, “Gracie, have you ever considered getting a checkup to see if you have facial paralysis?”

“I’ve never seen you smile, and of course, I haven’t seen you cry either. I’m starting to think something

might be wrong with you.”

Quinnie set down the lunch box and observed her with a thoughtful expression.

Grace responded coldly, “Immature.”

She grabbed the lunch box and forcefully lifted the lid.

As she did so, the needle attached to the back of her hand made a squeaking sound, and blood quickly

gushed out, only to be swiftly drawn back in.

Quinnie turned pale with shock, “Oh no, it’s bleeding, it’s bleeding.”

“Doctor…” Quinnie quickly ran out to call the doctor and nurse.

Meanwhile, Gracie continued eating with a calm expression on her face.

The shadow ghost was astonished

Alright, she’s a ruthless person, I can’t afford to mess with her, I’ll mess with the next one!

Suddenly, an old voice resonated faintly in the hospital corridor.

“On the 15th of July, the gates of the underworld open..the gates of the underworld open and spirits

emerge…

“Are you sleeping? I feel so uncomfortable in the closet…”

Grace’s eyes were fixed as she abandoned her lunch box without uttering a word. With the support of

the wall, she grabbed her IV drip chamber and made her way out.

In the end, the doctors and nurses arrived just in time, startled to see her out of bed. They hurriedly

guided her back onto the bed, their faces filled with fear and concern.

Grace’s gaze fell upon the corridor as she struggled, and there she spotted an elderly woman sitting on

a chair. A ruby–encrusted headpiece adorned her head as she softly sang, gently caressing a child’s

head with her hand.