Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles!

Chapter 1274 A Different Kind of Reunion

Bettany was happy, lounging on the couch with her legs crossed. She occasionally checked her phone

to exchange New Year's greetings with her friends.

"Hurry, it's almost midnight!"

Everyone was staying up late to welcome the New Year. However, Hugh had already gone to sleep, as

he felt that the young folks could handle it. I am too old for all the festivities.

Bettany tried to stay awake for a while but could not make it past 11 o'clock. With nothing pressing on

her mind these days, she quickly drifted off to sleep.

"5, 4, 3—2—1!"

Everyone cheered as fireworks lit up the sky.

Amid the excitement, gift bag were distributed.

"Come on, this one is for Lilly!"

"This one is for Josh, Hannah, Zachary, and Drake."

Cloud did not have a red envelope, as he had already passed away. However. Anthony discreetly

handed him one. Cloud was touched and said, Anthony...

Anthony patted his head gently and said, "Take it."

Lilly received so many gift bag that she could hardly keep up. She kept thanking her uncles one by one.

"Thank you, Uncles! I appreciate your kindness! May you have a prosperous year ahead and strike it

rich. And also, may all your wishes come true!"

"Dad, Mom, Michael, and Harem, thank you so much!"

"Thanks, Master! May you get rich and marry a wife!"

Pablo chuckled helplessly upon listening to Lilly’s words.

The snowstorm outside was too heavy, preventing them from going to the rooftop. They gathered in the

living room and chatted into the late hours. Finally, when Lilly could no longer stay awake, everyone

reluctantly retired to their rooms.

Blake carried Lilly back to her bedroom.

Lilly’s gift bags were placed under the pillow. However, Lilly had so many gift bags that they couldn't all

fit.

Blake symbolically placed two under the pillow and piled the rest to one side.

Lilly held her bunny and soon fell asleep.

Jean whispered, "She hasn't fallen asleep hugging Bunny for so long, and today..." She had found out

that Cloud had sacrificed himself, yet she dealt with it so calmly. She is just a young kid.

The more Jean thought about it, the sadder she became. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started

to cry. Jean quickly covered her mouth to stifle her sobs.

Blake embraced Jean and said quietly, "It's okay to cry. No one can hear you here."

Jean shook her head and replied, "I do not want to wake Lilly. If Lilly woke up, that would be worse."

Blake understood her thoughts. But I could not just take her back to her room and say, "Cry here. I will

feel bad for doing that.

Blake raised his hand, creating a soundproof formation that enveloped them.

"This is a soundproof formation... I'll teach you when you've advanced in your cultivation," Blake said

gently.

Jean could not hold back anymore and clung to Blake, crying loudly. I can’t accept the fact that Cloud is

dead. He is just too young for it.

"What should Mom do in a few days when Cloud’s body returns?" Jean said while clutching Blake’s

shirt.

"She has to go through the pain of losing a child again. What should she do?" When I died in the past,

Mom almost collapsed from grief. What should we do this time?

Blake comforted Jean repeatedly: "It'll be alright; don't worry. We'll get through this."

"Old Mrs. Crawford isn't as fragile as you think. She's become invincible now."

"I and Lilly are here too. Nothing will happen."

"At worst, the King of Styx is here too. What do you have to worry about when two Hell Rulers are

here?"

Jean chuckled at the mention of two Hell Rulers, but then she cried again. It was unusual for any family

to have two Hell Rulers. But when I thought about it, it was Cloud! He had never let us or the county

down. He is the greatest person I have ever seen. He deserved the presence of two Hell Rulers. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Jean continued crying in Blake's arms, unable to stop for a long time.

On the other hand, the weakling spirit stood beneath a tree in the jar of souls. He watched the petals

fall silently, lost in thought.

While every bad thing raged in the mortal world, the jar of souls always remained peaceful and serene.

However, every ghost inside felt uneasy.

The unlucky ghost had sensibly kept his distance, returning to the jar of souls after a brief outing for a

New Year's dinner.

"Well..." the unlucky ghost sighed and said, "Why does it have to be like this?"

The unlucky ghost asked somberly, "Why do heroes often face misfortune and end up in such sorrow?"

Harem Spirit replied, "Could you please stop saying that?"

The weakling spirit remained silent for a long time. After the other ghosts had dispersed, he still stood

beneath the tree. He softly whispered, "Perhaps life is a journey of cultivation, where those who have

fulfilled their virtues depart first..."