Chapter 438

Chapter 438 Hypocrite Ghost Anthony came home late, and he had a fitful sleep, so he slept in, and no one knew he came back. Lilly got up only to sit around for a bit.

Pablo was writing something in his book, then he closed it up. “You’re awake. Your uncle’s back”

Hm? Lilly was still in a daze. Some kids would blank out for a few moments after they woke up. They couldn’t register what anyone said to them, and it was adorable.

Pablo rested his chin on his hand and stared at the girl who had just woken up. Her hair was a bit unkempt. Then Polly came and started flirting again. Do you smell that, babe?”

The dazed Lilly sniffed the air. “I smell nothing.”

Polly pecked her hair. “I smell something sweet, and right after you woke up too.

“I see…”

Amused, Pablo said, “They were hypocrites last night.”

And then an unlucky ghost took a hypocrite ghost into the room. Happily, he said, “Lilly, we-”

The Harem spirit said. “We got the ghost.”

Weakling spirit smiled. “He resisted, and we had to work hard to subdue him.”

Foolish ghost craned his neck. “Yeah. He gouged my eyeball out.”

Huh? I don’t remember resisting. That’s a lie.

Unlucky ghost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Hey, you said you wouldn’t take any credit!” And nor look at what you’re doing. All those promises are lies!

Lilly blinked and snapped out of it. “Thanks for the hard work.” She went to the end of her bed and pulled her pillow back. There was a bag of lollipops underneath, and she’d prepared them beforehand, though she fell asleep before the ghosts could come back.

Unlucky ghost’s eyes shone. “Mine!”

Lilly sat on her bed and gave out the lollipops like a kindergarten teacher rewarding her students. “Eight for Ms. Ugly, eight for Mr. Foolish, eight for Ms. Harem, ten for Michael, eight for Tinkerbell_*

Tinkerbell was delighted that she got some too.

Lilly gave the last eight to an unlucky ghost. “And eight for Mr. Unlucky.”

Unlucky ghost protested, “Hey, why’d he get ten?”

Weakling spirit smiled, and he said sweetly, “Because she calls me by my name, and you’re the elders here. You won’t fight a child, will you?”

Oh, now you call yourself a child?

“Tinkerbell’s younger than you, though.” Unlucky ghost pointed at Tinkerbell.

Tinkerbell held her lollipops and hid in the jar of souls. Ever since she became a ghost, she could never eat human food. Even if there was tribute, the most she could have was the scent. It was ethereal, and it lacked that certain something. However, she could taste the lollipops Lilly gave her.

That was why the unlucky ghost didn’t like it that the other ghosts duped him out of his lollipops.

Weakling spirit smiled. Lilly gave me this. I won’t let anyone take it. But… He looked at the unlucky ghost’s lollipops.

Worried that they might take it away from him, the unlucky ghost unwrapped all lollipops and licked them, then he wrapped them up again smugly.

Polly’s eyes went wide. “Whoa, that was something. You sure know no shame.”

Weakling spirit said, “See? Even the bird says you’re shameless. You wanted to play with us, and now you’re going to deny you owe us?”

Unlucky ghost shot the other ghosts with a smug look.nd so what? I don’t care how much I owe you.

7 The ghosts couldn’t ask unlucky ghost to give them the lollipops now. They did want the candies, since the taste wasn’t the only thing they could have. Every time they ate one, they felt their souls getting stronger, but there was no way they could take the lollipops licked by someone else.

Harem spirit said, “Sore loser. No poker for you next time.”

The ghosts started bickering. Hypocrite ghost looked at them, wondering why these ghosts were fighting over some lollipops.

Lilly looked at him and yawned, then she asked, “So you’re hypocrite ghost? How’d you die?”

Harem spirit unwrapped her lollipop and licked it. “Name and date of birth?”

Weakling spirit added, “Address and reason of death?”

Polly flapped its wings. “No, get Josh!”

Hypocrite ghost said nothing. Lilly, out of habit, summoned Josh. He would make a record of all the ghosts they captured, presumably because he was inventing something.

Josh came a while later, and he sat with Lilly, ready to listen to hypocrite ghost’s story, much to his confusion.

Josh looked at the Fatal Camera to confirm that hypocrite ghost was around, and he urged, “Come on.

I don’t have time for this. Zachary’s waiting at the hospital.”

Lilly said, “Come on, come on. We need to take Zachary home.”

Hypocrite ghost looked at the white-robed man in the distance, and he took a deep breath. “Tin Sora Zimmers. A villager in Dogbreath. It’s in Mullingworth, a county in Zimmerton, Yiannopolis.”

Lilly froze for a moment. “Dogbreath?”

“Yes,” Sora said. “That’s the name of our village.

Well, that’s easy to remember.

Sora continued, “I was born in the sixties and died in the early nineties.”

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Josh wrote it down. “How did you die?” Died in the nineties, so that’s about nearly thirty years ago.

Sora said, “The widow next door did me in.“

Harem spirit was excited. “Did you in? How did she ride… I mean do you in? Tell us,” she quickly asked.

I know what you’re implying, you know,