Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 915

As the sky began to brighten, more and more people entered the graveyard.

The graveyard used to never see quite this many people, at least not compared to Greenhill Cemetery.

But there were not only more people around here now. After the Crawfords moved their ancestral grave here, many rich households in Alfornada began following suit and moving their family graves over here without much thought to it.

The one high-and-mighty Greenhill Cemetery was now bare and empty.

Mr. Zeke heard that the Crawfords were coming, and had come out early beforehand to wait for them.

He hurried forwards at the sight of the familiar black SUV. "Mr. Crawford, you're here… we've prepared everything for you."

"Let me know if there's anything else you need!"

Mr. Zeke was the person who had made the gravestone for the Crawfords in the first place.

Everyone else had found it hard to accept that the gravestone should be in a different shape, and it was Mr. Zeke who insisted on going against all odds to make one as Lilly had asked for.

"Thank you, Mr. Zeke!" Lilly got out of the car, beaming at him. "May you be blessed with abundant wealth and prosperity!"

This positively made Mr. Zeke light up. He was all smiles as he said, "Thank you, little Ms. Crawford! I sure hope what you say comes true!"

Lilly skipped along happily. She entered the cemetery, and subconsciously slowed down slightly.

There were a lot of people visiting the graves in the cemetery, but everyone spoke softly in mumbles and murmurs. Hardly anyone was making much noise.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Lilly bumped into someone, lifting her head. She saw a woman protecting the jar of ashes in her arms.

She stopped short at the sight of Lilly.

"It's alright…" She shook her head, seeming to be grieving deeply.

If her little Jannat was still alive, she would be about the same age as this little girl.

Lilly looked at the jar of ashes. She lifted her hand subtly in a wave. "My condolences, Sir and Madam…"

There was a little child sitting on the jar. He looked around five years old.

She was hugging she mother just like he would if she was still alive, curled up in her arms.

"Who are you?" Jannat stared at Lilly curiously. "Why can you see me?"

Lilly made a shushing gesture. She stepped out of the way, letting Jannat's family pass.

There were a few people behind Jannat's parents that were probably relatives. They glanced strangely at Lilly.

They didn't know why she had made that shushing gesture, but she seemed around the same age as their little niece. They flashed a friendly smile, nodding slightly at her.

Josh got closer to Lilly. "Lilly, is that kid a malignant spirit as well? She can appear in the daytime…"

Any spirit lower than a malignant spirit would never appear under the sun, even if they were right next to their ashes.

The weather today was rather cloudy. It had rained earlier, and a little sun was peeking out now.

Lilly shook her head. "No, she died not too long ago."

A person could not become a malignant spirit if they had just died.

They could only become a resentful spirit.

Josh grunted. "So she's a resentful spirit?"

He silently went through the spirit levels in terms of power: wandering spirit, woeful spirit, resentful spirit, malignant spirit, ghost general, ghost king…

This little girl turned out to be a resentful spirit.

"That's weird, she doesn't have that much hostility on her. How could she be a resentful spirit…"

Lilly said, "Maybe she has an unfinished wish."

She would know after asking.

Lilly was speechless.

"Crawford Ancestor, let me give you a little massage!" Lilly trotted up, a placating smile on her face. "I'll sing you a song too~"

The Crawford Ancestor was unimpressed. "What are you going to sing?"

Lilly pondered briefly, before singing,

"I've come to see my ancestor tonight, hoping he'll be free to hang! I have some questions to bring to light, on why life feels like a prank…"

The Crawford Ancestor hardly budged. "I've heard that before. You're lacking sincerity, I don't want to listen to you!"

Lilly was speechless.

All of a sudden, she saw her master standing nearby.

He was looking down at the cemetery silently…

Lilly comforted the Crawford Ancestor a little longer until he was finally less sulky, and ran over at once.

"What's the matter, Master?"

Lilly raised her hand, putting her little palm over Pablo's big hands.

Pablo returned to his senses, shaking his head. "It's nothing."

Lilly asked, "Master, is this where you were from?"

Pablo stared at her, surprised.

Lilly's gaze was earnest, but it seemed like she knew what was going on.

"Master, how'd you die in the past…"