Spoiled (Lily)

Chapter 1373 As If I Can't Punish You!

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'll 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. I 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 Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

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 I 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.

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.

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

Blake said, "Alright, we said I would go down, so I 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..."

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?"