Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily) novel Chapter 345

Chapter 345 Blake Is Making Progress

The ghost that Blake shot into the air and sent flying was innocent. It had no desire to cause harm to

anyone.

No one had visited Bedlam Asylum for a long time. These ghosts were curious, and they would follow a person who entered the area. He did not expect that man to let out a punch and send him flying.

The ghost got to its feet and nervously felt the amulet that had been turned over on its forehead. He muttered as he drew nearer to Blake. “This man can’t see us, right?”

The friend he had bumped into replied, “He definitely can’t see us. Look at his eyes.”

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The ghost felt immediately relieved. There was a mischievous glint in its eye. He abruptly jumped in front of Blake to scare him, saying, “Hey! Can you see me?”

Surprisingly, Blake’s punch landed on him squarely.

The ghost was launched once more into the air. This time he suffered the same consequence as that young, resentful spirit, where he was embedded into the wall. His friends hurriedly went up there to peel it off the wall.

The ghost cried out, “It’s a fake. This amulet has to be a fake!”

I turned the amulet around, but it didn’t work! I had given that little girl 2.5 dollars that I had found in the hospital. I paid her a deposit because she was polite and honest. I even planned to pay the balance in a dream to my family tonight, but I was duped! Immoral merchant!

Another ghost was shocked. He said, “That man can’t see us, but he hits you precisely. He is from planet U8686. This man has extraordinary spiritual power.”

“That’s not it!” said an elderly ghost who had transformed his hospital gown into a flowing

‘cultivator’ outfit.

He rebuked, “He has exceptional talent and gifts in martial arts, as I can tell from my observations. He must have attained the transcendent realm of cultivation. Nice to meet you, senior. After fifty years of diligent cultivation, I still haven’t succeeded in forming the golden substance. Please provide some direction for your junior.”

With a loud thud, the ghost kneeled before Blake and started to kowtow.

Blake was unaware that a ghost was kowtowing to him and that the ghost was mentally ill. Even if he knew, he would not be able to instruct that ghost in creating the golden substance.

This place was a bedlam asylum. It used to be a hospital to house mentally ill patients. These ghosts were once asylum residents who died in the fire. Even after they turned into ghosts, they continued to suffer from the mental disorder. Blake was surrounded by a bunch of neurotic ghosts who were chirping and chatting.

Ms. Nurse, who had purchased the love spell from Lilly earlier in the day, also drifted over. She yelled as she did when she was alive when she saw a group of patients gathered together, “Hey, what are you guys doing? Do not gather together.”

With a boom, the raving ghosts scattered into the surrounding area, but they continued floating nearby. and observing Blake covertly.

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The nurse’s eyes widened in shock when she saw Blake.

Luck in love-that man is my luck in love! That little girl did not lie to me!

Ms. Burse instantly blushed and floated over shyly. She said embarrassingly. “Hi, my name is Iris. I’m eighteen years old, L…”

Before she could finish, Blake ruthlessly punched her.

Ms. Nurse became the third ghost pinned to the wall. She was astounded.

The fourth ghost’s eyes lit up. He said, “See, I already told you. This man must come from Planet U8686! His psychic power is so strong that he doesn’t need his vision to sense our existence! If you don’t believe me, just watch.”

He lunged forward. As expected, he was sent flying by Blake’s punch and stuck on the wall.

The ghosts that stuck to the wall could not get off the wall. The other spirits were heatedly discussing how to get them off.

At the same time, these ghosts admired Blake’s skill.

“Every ghost is neatly stuck to the wall. This man has an impressive sticking technique. It’s so amazing; I bet he’s a chef.”

“No, no, no, he pinned the ghosts so firmly on the wall, he must be a plasterer.”

“No way, this scene is so artistic; I bet he’s a fashion designer.”