The Princess to Eight Uncles (Lily And Mr. Crawford) Chapter 171

There was a livestream set up near the riverbank, and a creator was hosting another two meters away. The usually quiet riverbank was suddenly abuzz with dramatic voices.

“This is where the three girls drowned. Like and subscribe to the channel, and follow me as I bring you on a journey to get to the bottom of this curious case, the latest updates will…”

“The boats still haven’t found anything. Take a look at where I’m pointing at right now, this is where the male corpse was found… Oh, please feel free to check out the shopping cart! In it are a few listings for popcorn and chips, that you can all snack on while you watch the stream. Shipping immediately upon order!”

“Does anyone want to give us a gift or two? We’re currently battling with these guys, and we can’t let such a hot topic lose to them, can we? Am I right… Someone just gave us a huge tip, guys! Thank you so much! Peace be with you! Please follow this generous tipper!”

Lilly was speechless

She furrowed her brows, confused. “What are they doing, Dad?”

Blake looked over at the chaos. “This is hell on earth. Demons make merrier humans…”

Some people were just around for the drama, gossiping in the crowd and adding to the discourse. A life and death situation was a mere opportunity to profit for them.

Human beings are terrifying creatures. Some of us appear to be human, but possess hearts that are to be feared more than those of demons.

Lilly sucked on her lollipop, sulking quietly.

Blake asked, “Lilly, what do you need from Daddy?”

Lilly shook her head. “Nothing at the moment.”

Her master had said that there was a hierarchy for resentful spirits, too. Some resentful spirits could only come out during nighttime, but some of them could also appear in places with high levels of dark energy during the day.

Places such as the bottom of a river, bushes by the side of a riverbank, or the space underneath a bridge were all considered to hold quite a bit of dark energy.

The resentful spirit from last night had killed a boy, and even grabbed Lilly’s dad’s foot.

Lilly was worried that the spirit would be too powerful and come out to cause more harm, and thus insisted on coming out to take a look.

Blake asked, “Are we going back now, then?”

Lilly held the binoculars up to her eyes. “Hang on… Dad, let’s go to the other side of the river.”

There was a garden on both sides of the river. This side was closer to the area’s residences, and was thus filled with more people. On the other side was an office building, and thus there were less people hanging around there.

This contrast was even more prominent at night, one end of the river buzzing with life and the other cold and quiet.

Harvard had been streaming by the river for two hours. His tongue was going to run dry, and his skin was being baked alive.

Yet there were still barely any people watching his stream.

He huffed irritably. Why did others’ streams have so many people watching, but he had barely any viewers? It was the same story!

This was so unfair.

Harvard opened a bottle of water. He glanced at the mere eleven people watching the stream, and didn’t even feel like continuing anymore.

Just as he was taking a sip, he spotted a tall, fit man carrying a little girl and leaving.

His height was remarkable enough to make him stand out already, and the little girl riding on his shoulders only added to that height.

The onlookers were focused on the river, their phones pointed towards the water.

No one had noticed the father and his daughter.

Harvard perked up at once. Wasn’t this Lilly Crawford?

Having edited a billion videos about Lilly, Harvard recognized her at once.

He packed up his gear, following closely behind.

Harvard’s eyes were practically glowing. Lilly = views!

Office hours had just ended, and cars zoomed across the bridge. The air was rife with the tick of engines and the sound of car honks. Everyone was in a rush to get home.

There were also some people who stopped and pointed at the boats from the bridge, talking amongst themselves.

“They’re still looking… Did you see the news? A boy jumped into the water to save the girls, and managed to save two of them… but never returned himself….”

“Didn’t the guy who rescued them survive?”

“You saw the earlier news. The latest update confirmed that the boy died. He’s a senior studying at the high school around here… the guy who survived was the second person who jumped into the water. I heard he was a really tall man.”

“What a tragedy… he saved the others but couldn’t save himself.”

Coming out of the park, Blake put Lilly back on the ground. He held her hand, weaving through the crowd on the bridge and overheard the voices.

These people were right. The two girls had been rescued when Blake jumped into the water.

It was the boy who had saved them.

Blake guessed that the boy had probably jumped in and rescued the two girls first. When he went back for the third one, he never returned.

The only thing suspicious now was where the third girl was. Logically speaking, if all three girls had fallen into the water at the same time, the third girl’s body should be in the river, even if she did drown before help came.

The boy’s death was also strange… it didn’t seem like he struggled much.

“We can go from over there,” Blake said. “There’s a side door that goes into the garden about a hundred meters after we cross the bridge.”

Both father and daughter made their way into the park, and realized that there were quite a few creators live streaming here too. It was not nearly as crowded as it was on the other side, but there were still quite a few people.

Most of them had left with the boats, but more people would come and set up their equipment.

Because of this, Blake did not notice Harvard hidden in the crowd.

Lilly was holding a small compass. Pablo had given it to her, and it was around the size of a watch.

“This way…”

Lilly led Blake to a banyan tree by the water.

The tree was not very big, its trunk around the size of an adult thigh. Its branches stretched across the surface of the river, drooping into the water.

The compass stopped moving when they walked up to the tree.

Blake asked, “Here?”

Things looked perfectly fine.

Blake let go of Lilly. “Stay here and don’t move. I’ll go take a look.”

The soil around the banyan tree was slippery and wet. Blake carefully made his way down for a few meters, raising his head to look in the direction of the banyan tree…

The sight that greeted him almost made his heart beat out of his chest!

All that could be seen under the banyan tree was a long-haired girl standing up. Her dyed blonde hair hung on both sides of her bowed head, and she was clad in a crop top with a gray and white miniskirt.

Her hands hung limply by her sides, her arms white and bloated and her fingertips blackened. Her legs were also drained of color. She was wearing black loafers, with pretty lacy socks.

As if she had heard a sound, the girl fell into the water with a splash. Following this, a shrill cry sounded next to Blake’s ear:

“Help… someone’s fallen into the water!”