Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 171

Lilly stared at the river, her tiny face creased into a serious expression. It made for a rather adorable sight.

There was a livestream set up near the riverbank, and a creator was hosting another two meters away. The usually quiet riverbank was suddenly abuzz with dramatic voices.

“This is where the three girls drowned. Like and subscribe to the channel, and follow me as I bring you on a journey to get to the bottom of this curious case, the latest updates will…”

“The boats still haven’t found anything. Take a look at where I’m pointing at right now, this is where the male corpse was found… Oh, please feel free to check out the shopping cart! In it are a few listings for popcorn and chips, that you can all snack on while you watch the stream. Shipping immediately upon order!”

“Does anyone want to give us a gift or two? We’re currently battling with these guys, and we can’t let such a hot topic lose to them, can we? Am I right… Someone just gave us a huge tip, guys! Thank you so much! Peace be with you! Please follow this generous tipper!”

Lilly was speechless

She furrowed her brows, confused. “What are they doing, Dad?”

Blake looked over at the chaos. “This is hell on earth. Demons make merrier humans…”

Some people were just around for the drama, gossiping in the crowd and adding to the discourse. A life and death situation was a mere opportunity to profit for them.

Human beings are terrifying creatures. Some of us appear to be human, but possess hearts that are to be feared more than those of demons.

Lilly sucked on her lollipop, sulking quietly.

Blake asked, “Lilly, what do you need from Daddy?”

Lilly shook her head. “Nothing at the moment.”

Her master had said that there was a hierarchy for resentful spirits, too. Some resentful spirits could only come out during nighttime, but some of them could also appear in places with high levels of dark energy during the day.

Places such as the bottom of a river, bushes by the side of a riverbank, or the space underneath a bridge were all considered to hold quite a bit of dark energy.

The resentful spirit from last night had killed a boy, and even grabbed Lilly’s dad’s foot.

Lilly was worried that the spirit would be too powerful and come out to cause more harm, and thus insisted on coming out to take a look.

Blake asked, “Are we going back now, then?”

Lilly held the binoculars up to her eyes. “Hang on… Dad, let’s go to the other side of the river.”

There was a garden on both sides of the river. This side was closer to the area’s residences, and was thus filled with more people. On the other side was an office building, and thus there were less people hanging around there.

This contrast was even more prominent at night, one end of the river buzzing with life and the other cold and quiet.

Harvard had been streaming by the river for two hours. His tongue was going to run dry, and his skin was being baked alive.

Yet there were still barely any people watching his stream.

He huffed irritably. Why did others’ streams have so many people watching, but he had barely any viewers? It was the same story!

This was so unfair.

Harvard opened a bottle of water. He glanced at the mere eleven people watching the stream, and didn’t even feel like continuing anymore.

Just as he was taking a sip, he spotted a tall, fit man carrying a little girl and leaving.

His height was remarkable enough to make him stand out already, and the little girl riding on his shoulders only added to that height.

The onlookers were focused on the river, their phones pointed towards the water.

No one had noticed the father and his daughter.