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Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

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Chapter 692 Going to Every Child’s Home, Yet Unable to Knock on a Single Door

Blake examined the surveillance footage, furrowing his brow. “This old lady didn’t just arrive today. She

was hare last night, waiting all through the night.”

Lilly looked at the monitor screen.

In the footage, the old lady was wrapped tightly in the only plastic sheet she had, lying on a long stone

bench.

Battered by wind and rain, she shivered, unsure if she was asleep or unconscious, enduring the night

in such a state.

At one point, she called out a few times, and a light on the second floor of the self-built building ahead

flickered briefly before going out, with no response from anyone.

It wasn’t until dawn that the old lady slowly regained consciousness, tremblingly stood up, and

laboriously. retraced her steps….

“Daddy…” Lilly’s voice choked, “Where did she go?”

Blake stood up and looked into the distance. Suddenly, his gaze froze, and he said. “I don’t know, but

she’s back now.”

In the distance, an elderly lady, shaky and unsteady, walked past the vegetable garden, heading

towards

them.

Her gaze was vacant as if she couldn’t sense anything, as if she couldn’t see her own lifeless body.

The old lady stopped in front of the stone bench, tremblingly sat down, and clutched the white plastic

sheet tightly to her chest with trembling hands.

Then, with clouded eyes, she looked up at the building and cried out, “Son… open the door, Mom is

cold….

“Open the door…”

She called out a few more times and then fell silent, staring intently at the upper floors. After a long

while without anyone coming out to open the door, she shouted again:

“Son… open the door, Mom hasn’t eaten much, Mom can take care of myself, wash my face and

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bathe…. please, open the door.”

The voice, filled with age and desolation, stopped for a few moments. Seeing that no one came to open

the door, she curled up, as if shivering from the cold. “Open the door… even your younger brother

won’t open the door for Mom. Mom will freeze to death… so cold…

The old lady murmured, her cloudy eyes filled with disappointment and confusion. She wiped away her

tears with a trembling hand, bent over, stood up, and forlornly walked toward the small path.

Lilly remained silent, following behind.

Josh, holding a camera, witnessed everything, his mouth gaping open.

Hannah leaned in close to him, clutching his sleeve tightly, and asked in confusion, “What does this

mean? Is the old lady looking for her son? Why didn’t her son open the door… Is no one home?”

Josh pursed his lips and said. “Stop asking, let’s go”

Blake handed Drake an umbrella and said. “Keep an eye on them.”

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He stayed behind, watching the old lady’s body while casting a slightly cold glance at the upper floors.

The curtains upstairs moved slightly but soon returned to silence.

wasn’t that no one was home. They even knew that the old lady had already died.

But to witness this, even in death, no one was willing to come down and be the first to handle the

corpse.

Max was already in a daze. In Josh’s camera, the same old lady appeared as the lifeless body before

them.

H-what does this mean??

Blake glanced at him and said, “Keep an eye on them. They’re just a few kids… or you can stay here

and watch the body.”

Max immediately caught up, saying, “I’ll go watch over Lilly.”

Drake had already run up behind Lilly with an umbrella, silently shielding her.

The old lady’s spirit moved slowly, trembling and swaying, just as she did in life. The wind blew against

the white plastic sheet covering her, providing meager protection from the rain. She wore short sleeves,

lacking a warm coat or a raincoat for shelter.

No one knows how she lived her life…

Lilly and the others followed slowly behind.

As the old lady walked, she arrived at another self-built building after a while..

“Tom… Are you home?” she cautiously called out.

No one answered.

The old lady stood bent over for a while and then called again. “Tom, open the door, Mom is freezing to

death…”

Still, there was no response.

The old lady wiped her tears and this time she walked even further.

This path led them out of the city center of Wyndon and after an hour of following her, Lilly and the

others arrived at a village on the outskirts of the city.

The old lady approached a house, extending her trembling hand to knock on the door.

“Molly… Is anyone home?” she asked anxiously.

Again, no one opened the door.

The old lady’s desperation and despair filled her vacant eyes as she silently walked through the village

and reached another house at the village’s edge.

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Why did she only see the scenes of the old lady’s journey in her future visions but didn’t see how many

times she had repeated it?

Lilly felt overwhelmed with self-blame. She didn’t know what to do. Seeing the process of the old lady’s

death e felt an immense burden on her chest.

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old lady called out to open were all the doors of her children.

Why wouldn’t they open the door for their mother?

Not everyone has a mother, but why did they treat her like this when they had one?