Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil novel Chapter 33

Summary for Chapter 33: Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Summary of Chapter 33 from Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Chapter 33 marks a crucial moment in Swnovels’s Novel novel, Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil. This chapter blends tension, emotion, and plot progression to deliver a memorable reading experience — one that keeps readers eagerly turning the page.

Chapter 33 What’s in The Sculpture

The dust cleared, revealing what had fallen out of the sculpture.

It was a white bone palm. The palm of that hand was in a holding position, holding a packet of things inside the hand, wrapped in kraft

paper.

David immediately hugged Susie and covered her eyes.

Michael opened his mouth and felt a chill in the hard sun.

“You send Susie back first,” Michael said.

Susie, “I won’t.”

Before the words were out of his mouth, David stood up with her in his arms and quickly walked back.

“Susie, be good. This is not a place where children can stay. Go back and play at home with Grandma, while uncles take care of some things.”

“Remember, the one who just smashed the sculpture is your uncle Michael, who introduced you to the hammer and ended up getting too excited to accidentally smash the sculpture into a big hole.”

Susie was puzzled, “Is that so? Why would we lie to the police?”

David was dumbfounded for a moment and said in a muffled voice, “Just listen to your uncle David.”

Susie leaned over David’s shoulder and said, “Okay.”

David dropped Susie off at home and left in a hurry.

Alana hurriedly asked someone to make food for Susie, who sat upright on the couch and asked in a whisper.

“Why do we cheat the police? The police are not the bad guy.”

Mitch sat cross-legged to one side, holding something in his hand and

looking through it.

He said carelessly, “Police are not bad guys, but do not rule out bad guys inquiring about. Thinking about if others know that you are so strong, they would slice you to study. How do you do it?”

Susie’s little body straightened up and waved her hands, “I don’t want to slice.”

Alana just came over with a peeled apple, only to hear Susie say no slices.

She laughed and said, “Okay, no slicing, or dicing. Just eat it whole.”

It wasn’t until Alana handed over the apple that she realized that Grandma was talking about the apple.

Mitch saw the little one’s dumbfounded look and couldn’t help but hook his lips.

He raised his hand and grabbed the female ghost out of the soul gourd.

“Why is your hand there?” Mitch asked as he looked at the female ghost’s hand.

As a ghost, she had hands.

Only when the tragedy of death was revealed could they see the mutilation, so Mitch did not even notice before.

After death, the body should be intact, to go to good birth, so the ancients would be so concerned about the ‘death of the whole body’.

The female ghost spookily said, “That day when I was smashed to death, my hand was smashed off. I still have the money in my hand.”

Female ghosts still thought about the money when she died, grabbed to death.

“It’s because I don’t have this hand that I’m not willing to go to

reincarnation, and I’ve been floating around for the past five years just to get my hand back.”

Mitch looked through a book and asked faintly, “Don’t you know that the packet of ‘salt’ isn’t salt?”

The female ghost was silent.

Mitch sneered, “Knowing it’s something bad, and ignoring your conscience for money. Good and evil will be rewarded in the end.”

When Mara heard this, she was annoyed. What did this damn girl mean? Was it saying that her heart was not right?

Mara banged the bag in her hand and heaved it on the checkroom, lecturing, “How do you talk to your elders?”

“When an elder asks, do not deceive; when an elder orders, do not delay. Don’t you understand this principle? I am talking to you, you listen to me

well, now educate you for your good.

Susie pursed her lips and shook her head, “Aunt Mara isn’t doing Susie a favor. You are just doing yourself a favor.”

Mara was annoyed that she had the nerve to talk back. This kid was annoying.

She scanned the room and didn’t see Alana or Craig, thinking they had gone to the nursing home.

Today, the 10th was the day of the month when Alana must go to treatment. So, she walked up to Susie, clasped her arms, and reprimanded coldly, “Stand up.”

Susie shook her head. Aunt Mara’s face was even darker, and the black fog had clouded her head. Even the eyes were almost covered by the black fog, revealing only two eyeballs.

Whoever stands still was stupid.

Susie hugged Alex and ran away.

Mara was stunned to see that she actually dared to run and frowned angrily, “Stop right there.”

The Murray family estate was a large mansion with a separate kitchen and living room. So, Susie thumped over to the kitchen.

Mara originally always remembered that she was a noblewoman of a luxurious family, and should be elegant and dignified, decent and gentle. But everything she experienced today made her irritable for no reason, and she just wanted to take it out.

Reason told her not to be general with Susie. But she can’t suppress the hostility.

“Susie.” Mara’s voice was drawn out, rather eerily. “Do you think you can

run?”

Today, she had to educate her. No one could stop it.