Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles!

Chapter 1299 Excused But Wrong

Raul's clever defense left the other novice ghosts reluctantly nodding in agreement. They, too, felt

helpless. If they could live a simple life, they’d be more than happy to abide by the laws. It was true that

cultivated resources were too scarce, and The Order's oppression made life difficult. They felt like they

couldn't breathe, and their situation was becoming increasingly dire. If one day only a few could

survive, they would compete fiercely, even risking their lives to do so.

Seeing the King of Hell remaining silent, Raul secretly felt hopeful. I think I still have a chance!

The King of Hell before him appeared to be just a child, after all. However capable a child might be,

could their maturity match that of an adult? Children were generally more easily swayed, especially

when others acted pitifully.

So, Raul sobbed and said, "King of Hell, the circumstances are the one to be blamed! The Order's

oppression has made survival difficult, forcing us to take these desperate measures. So many others

are doing this out there and getting away with it too, so please spare me this time. I won't dare to do it

again, I swear..."

Lilly returned to her senses and looked at Raul again.

Just because many people committed a certain wrongdoing and were not punished for it, did that really

make their crimes less of a serious offense? Lilly waved her hand and took the destiny pen in her

grasp, speaking coldly, "An additional punishment of eighteen Little Hells for bribing the King of Hell in

public.”

Raul's eyes widened. Wait, wasn't she agreeing with what I had said? Why is she still punishing me

now? Raul couldn't accept it, and he shouted and protested, but with a single gesture, Lilly sent him

and the other two malignant spirits straight to Hell.

The other spirits and ghosts were silent, not daring to make a sound. The novice ghosts were even

more restless, neither daring to move nor speak, afraid that the King of Hell would settle scores right

then and there with them.

Lilly scanned the crowd and then said, "The heavens are watching.”

She paused for a moment, furrowing her brow and rephrased herself. "The ultimate goal of cultivation

is to examine your own conscience. What you do today will one day come back to you like a raging

storm. Be careful!”

Cultivation was a difficult process, and everyone faced challenges, but that didn't mean it was right to

lose one's moral compass and ethics over it. They shouldn't forget their principles and boundaries;

otherwise, the entire underworld would become a hell. As Lilly thought about this, she suddenly froze.

Wait a minute, the entire underworld turning into hell? For some reason, Lilly felt a chilling sensation

running through her body, and her heart trembled.

Crawford Ancestor, who had been immersed in awe of the little one's rational judgment, immediately

asked, "What's wrong?"

Lilly shook her head. "It's nothing."

The crowd of ghosts dispersed.

Jalen, still trembling, finally realized that the King of Hell was easy to talk to and didn't put on airs. She

even told him to go about his business. As he left, he was still in a daze, taking a long time to regain his

senses before rushing to find his boss.

The King of Hell had checked into their inn! They couldn't afford to be negligent.

Once everyone had left, Lilly looked at Cloud, and Crawford Ancestor did the same as well. Cloud

stood in place, lost in thought. Crawford Ancestor asked, "Did you see that? Novice ghosts are not

what you thought they were. Cruelty and bloodshed are everywhere."

Lilly nodded, "Uncle Cloud, do you want to reconsider?"

Although she was reluctant to part with Cloud, when he reincarnated, she could personally send him off

and witness his birth. In the years to come, she could accompany him through each life. Even though

he wouldn't recognize her each time, they could still get to know each other again.

However, Cloud shook his head and, after experiencing the judgment of the King of Hell, he

inexplicably felt a surge of determination. He clenched his fists and looked resolute. "No, Lilly, in the

future, I will become as powerful as you. It's embarrassing to admit, but I am so far behind you

although I’m an adult. Hence, I will work harder and strive to catch up!"

Lilly and Crawford Ancestor looked at each other, unsure of how to respond. With her gaze, she

seemed to be saying, “Crawford Ancestor, didn't you say we should persuade Uncle Cloud?”

Crawford Ancestor used his gaze to respond. “Damn it, the more we try to persuade him, the more

determined he becomes! What kind of logic is this?”

No, this wasn't working. Maybe showing him something that was more direct would help...

After Raul was sentenced to punishment in Hell, the news quickly spread through the entire street. The

ghosts that had been lurking in secret started to become restless. With the absence of the ghost lord in

the clothing store, there was now only a small female ghost selling clothes inside.

The store had many valuable items and this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! In the past, these

hidden novice ghosts would have rushed in already. A shop with a law-breaking owner could be easily

taken over, and whoever got there first could pick up all the valuable items. But now, they all knew that

the King of Hell was on this street, and no one dared to make a move.

In the second-floor clothing store, Alanna, the shop owner’s wife, was summoned in a hurry. She was

in a state of anxiety and frustration. She had originally disagreed with her husband's approach of

waiting for unsuspecting customers to enter their shop before exploiting them. This disagreement had

led her to leave and pursue her own path of cultivation, away from the shop. Little did she know that

her husband would end up condemned to Hell.

Alanna was well aware that countless eyes were watching her store from the outside. She was

reluctant to hand over her shop and everything inside it. If she were to pack everything up and leave,

she wouldn’t even be able to leave the ghost market. She had two choices now, either to try to secure

or give up on the store. Since her husband was already in Hell, everything here was hers now, there

was no reason for him to give it up.

As she contemplated her options, the manager from the inn at the end of the street suddenly

approached her. "Alanna! I guess you're thinking about how to secure your shop, aren't you?" NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Alanna poured him some tea and asked sincerely, "Do you have any advice, Jalen?"

Jalen chuckled and replied. "I wouldn't dare call it advice! I just thought you should know that the Little

King of Hell seems to have a strong liking for those special items in your shop..."

Alanna frowned. "I'm aware of that, but I can't give them away, can I? Isn't that just inviting trouble?"

The King of Hell was clear about her stance; she didn't accept bribes. Jalen smiled faintly, "I'm not

suggesting you approach the Little King of Hell. I'm suggesting you approach Crawford Ancestor. Do

you know what Crawford Ancestor’s identity is? As long as he agrees to it, it's as simple as a word from

him to secure your shop!"

Alanna seized this lifeline as if it were her last hope and asked eagerly, "What is his identity?"