Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Terrified, Peter immediately sprung to his feet and tried to run.

Before he could make a run for it, the spirit barred his way.

“Why are you running away, little kid?” asked the weakling spirit with a faint voice.

“Call an ambulance for me…”

“I really need an ambulance…”

The weakling spirit only wanted to scare Peter, but…

The scene right in front of him right now, the deserted school and the quiet classrooms… reminded him

of the time he was dragged into the woods and beaten.

He remembered the time he was vomiting blood in his room while his desperate pleas for help went

unnoticed by his parents.

He just needed to call for an ambulance, he really just needed…

“…Help me,” pleaded the weakling spirit as tears of blood flowed from his eyes.

“Help me… please help me.”

He stretched his hand towards Peter.

Peter tried to scream, but nothing came out. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were clasped around

his neck, preventing him from making any noise.

It felt like he almost fainted but the fear kept him conscious. Peter could only helplessly stare wide-eyed

at the spirit in front of him

Slowly, Peter felt dizzy as the scene in front of his eyes swirled around…

His ears were buzzing as the surrounding sound became muffled as if Peter was submerged in water.

“Michael…Hahaha…Michael!”

Peter could hear people shouting into his ears.

He was in a daze and had trouble focusing on the shouting. It sounded like they were calling out his

name, yet it sounded like someone else’s name.

In the end, the repeated appearance of both the names Michael and Peter in his muddled mind

became one and the same.

“Hahaha, you’re such a loser, Peter! Come on, get up if you dare!”

“Yo~yo~ You’re already sprawled on the ground like a pitiful dog after only 2 punches?”

“Hahaha…”

Peter could only hear endless ridicule thrown at him.

Suddenly, Peter felt something break in his heart and he was overcome with humiliation.

“Hey, don’t…don’t go overboard with your bullying!” yelled an out-of-breath Peter.

As he struggled to stand up, someone kicked him in the stomach.

It hurt…a lot!

Peter gasped for air.

“Hahaha… Is that all you got? Didn’t you tell us to not go overboard?”

“Damn it, you’ve been pissing me off for a long time now. An effeminate piece of trash with a pretty

face.”

“Hey, pretty boy! Do you like it when your pretty face attracted all the girls in the class? Dam it, I can’t

stand perverts like you!”

The humiliation and anger within Peter’s heart welled up.

He replied hoarsely, “I didn’t…”

He did not try to seduce his female classmates.

He just transferred to the school. All he wanted to do was to study quietly, he did not even speak much

throughout the day.

Peter was not used to the new school and he was afraid of interacting with the other students.

When others tried to talk to him, he really wanted to answer them, but his cowardness prevented him

from speaking. Because of that, the male students accused him of looking down on them pridefully and

not wanting to fit in.

The other boys could not stand him because of his introverted nature, on top of his feminine

appearance.

Today, they finally dragged him into the woods and beat him up.

“Let me go…I want to go home,” said Peter as he struggled to get up.

Peter wanted to cry, he could feel the tears trying to escape, but a voice in his head told him with a firm

voice, “Don’t cry”

If he cry, they would continue to ridicule him.

Peter finally stood up and started walking away while supporting himself against the trees along the

way.

Before he could take more than a few steps forward, the boys suddenly grabbed his hair from behind

and flung him to the ground.

“Hahaha, look at him, he’s crying! What a wimp!”

“You’re embarrassing us guys! You’re already crying just like that? Are you even a guy?”

“Let’s beat him up! Damn it, I can’t stand this crying motherfucker.”

The boys continued to punch and kick him.

Peter did not put up a fight. He just cradled his head and braced for the beating. Once they were fed

up, the boys spit at him and started to leave. Their waves of laughter could be heard as they slowly

disappear among the trees.

Peter felt his face burning and his stomach aching. After he finally pulled himself up, Peter started

walking home.

The trip back home was a long one…

He could feel cold sweat coming out of his body with each painful step he took.

Peter did not know how long he had walked, but he almost collapse from the pain.

After finally reaching him, he mustered the last ounces of strength he had to tidy himself up and then

he tried his best to act like nothing was wrong.

If his parents were to find out he had an altercation with his classmates, they would definitely just

blame him for not getting along with them and causing trouble for the family.

Peter held onto the guardrails of the stairs leading to his house, each step harder than the previous

one.

Finally arriving in front of his house, a woman greeted him, “What’s going on with you, Michael?”

Peter was caught off guard before he realised he was reliving the life of the weakling spirit at that

moment, and his name was Michael.

“It’s nothing…” he whispered.

“My stomach hurts because I didn’t eat anything.”

The woman, his mother, did not probe any further. She turned around towards the kitchen while

grumbling as usual.

During dinner time, the pain was getting unbearable for him.

His parents started arguing among themselves, and heated words were exchanged. Two specific lines

pierced his heart.

“If it isn’t for our child, do you think I’ll continue living with you?!”

“I would have divorced you a long time ago if it isn’t for our child’s sake!”

Peter felt his heart shattered.