Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 1497

The Harem spirit and Radley were engaged in a conversation that left the ghost bride perplexed. She couldn't help but wonder, Aren't those just two lines of poetry? Why do they sound different when they say it?

Curious, Radley asked the Harem spirit, "By the way, what's your name?"

She replied, "I'm Stella, but now they all call me Harem spirit or Sissy Harem."

Taken aback, Radley inquired, "Harem spirit? How did you die?"

With a sigh, she explained, "It's a long story, but in short, I was dating two boyfriends at the same time when I was preparing to get married—"

Shocked, Radley interrupted, "Oh my, did you die of kidney failure?"

The Harem spirit knocked on Radley's head. "What are you thinking?" She wondered how the radish could claim that she died from kidney failure. She continued, "It's a bit absurd. My ex-boyfriend ran away with my money and eloped with my former boyfriend. My husband found out about this, and I accidentally fell to my death while trying to win him back."

The radish was confused, as if its CPU had been fried by a few short lines of text. Radley concluded, "So, in other words, you were killed by three men!"

She said, "You could say that, but I'd rather put it in another sense, sigh!"

The radish sympathized deeply and said, "Be careful in your next life."

The Harem spirit nodded. "If there is a next life, I will die properly."

The ghost bride on the side found herself bewildered by their conversation. She hadn't even hopped on the bus, and the whole thing overwhelmed her, leaving confusion smeared all over her face like tire marks. "Can you guys talk slower... I don't understand!" she said, thoroughly confused. She thought she had Sissy Harem all figured out, only to now realize she had mistaken a smooth train ride for a bumpy bicycle journey. She couldn't help but sigh and reflect. In this life, I want to be as carefree as her. After all, this was the ghost bride's lifelong dream.

While the Harem spirit and Radley chatted and wandered about, they eventually found themselves at the door of Gilbert's room. She sighed and peeked inside without opening the door. "Oh my, Gilbert is actually asleep!" Her eyes gleamed with excitement.

Gilbert had endured two consecutive days of night shifts, performing six surgeries in a row, leaving him thoroughly exhausted. Now, he lay sound asleep. Earlier, Bettany had tried to wake him for dinner, but her efforts were in vain.

At that moment, the sleeping Gilbert felt an odd sense of unease. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes in confusion. The room was silent, nearly dark, with nothing seemingly out of the ordinary. Yet, at that very instant, he sensed something was wrong.

"Lift it slightly… Just a bit!"

"Don't move! I've got this!"

"Can you do it or not? I'm not asking for the moon. I just want a glimpse of his chest muscles. After all, he's Lilly's uncle, so show some respect."

"Holy crap, you're lifting from the bottom to check out his chest muscles! And you still claim to respect him after seeing everything?"

Gilbert had been in a deep slumber, and the murmurs in his ear were muffled and unclear. In a state of soul-wandering, the world around him felt unreal. Perplexed, he glanced downward and witnessed something lifting the quilt. His bewildered thoughts questioned, Wait, what's happening? And why does it... move on its own?

Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he reflexively sat up, hastily covering himself with the quilt. To his surprise, a white radish tumbled out of the bed.