Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33 What’s in The Sculpture

The dust cleared, revealing what had fallen out of the sculpture.

It was a white bone palm. The palm of that hand was in a holding position, holding a packet of things inside the hand, wrapped in kraft

paper.

David immediately hugged Susie and covered her eyes.

Michael opened his mouth and felt a chill in the hard sun.

“You send Susie back first,” Michael said.

Susie, “I won’t.”

Before the words were out of his mouth, David stood up with her in his arms and quickly walked back.

“Susie, be good. This is not a place where children can stay. Go back and play at home with Grandma, while uncles take care of some things.”

“Remember, the one who just smashed the sculpture is your uncle Michael, who introduced you to the hammer and ended up getting too excited to accidentally smash the sculpture into a big hole.”

Susie was puzzled, “Is that so? Why would we lie to the police?”

David was dumbfounded for a moment and said in a muffled voice, “Just listen to your uncle David.”

Susie leaned over David’s shoulder and said, “Okay.”

David dropped Susie off at home and left in a hurry.

Alana hurriedly asked someone to make food for Susie, who sat upright on the couch and asked in a whisper.

“Why do we cheat the police? The police are not the bad guy.”

Mitch sat cross-legged to one side, holding something in his hand and

looking through it.

He said carelessly, “Police are not bad guys, but do not rule out bad guys inquiring about. Thinking about if others know that you are so strong, they would slice you to study. How do you do it?”

Susie’s little body straightened up and waved her hands, “I don’t want to slice.”

Alana just came over with a peeled apple, only to hear Susie say no slices.

She laughed and said, “Okay, no slicing, or dicing. Just eat it whole.”

It wasn’t until Alana handed over the apple that she realized that Grandma was talking about the apple.

Mitch saw the little one’s dumbfounded look and couldn’t help but hook his lips.

He raised his hand and grabbed the female ghost out of the soul gourd.

“Why is your hand there?” Mitch asked as he looked at the female ghost’s hand.

As a ghost, she had hands.

Only when the tragedy of death was revealed could they see the mutilation, so Mitch did not even notice before.

After death, the body should be intact, to go to good birth, so the ancients would be so concerned about the ‘death of the whole body’.

The female ghost spookily said, “That day when I was smashed to death, my hand was smashed off. I still have the money in my hand.”

Female ghosts still thought about the money when she died, grabbed to death.

“It’s because I don’t have this hand that I’m not willing to go to

reincarnation, and I’ve been floating around for the past five years just to get my hand back.”

Mitch looked through a book and asked faintly, “Don’t you know that the packet of ‘salt’ isn’t salt?”

The female ghost was silent.

Mitch sneered, “Knowing it’s something bad, and ignoring your conscience for money. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end.”