Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Lilly’s expression turned cold, and she let out a growl…

“Gimme the pot!”

Lilly grabbed the frying pan.

“Clang, clang!”

Two sharp and resounding strikes echoed as the pan struck Flesh and Bone.

She beat the two ghosts until they seemed like illusions, leaving them bewildered.

Everyone in the Crawford family shrunk their necks and Blake unconsciously touched the back of his head.

Pablo was baffled, muttering to himself, “When did she get a frying pan as a weapon? Wasn’t she just using a scale earlier?”

When did she unlock this weapon?

Zachary swiftly jotted down in his notebook.

“Weapon, a scale. Power, six stars, capable of shattering bones as sturdy as evil spirits.”

“New weapon acquired, a frying pan. Power, eight stars, capable of smashing two evil spirits of similar strength simultaneously.”

As Lilly raised her hand, the frying pan vanished in an instant, showcasing her supernatural prowess that nearly matched her master’s.

“Are you going to cooperate? Can you explain yourselves? If not, I’ll smash you again!” Lilly warned.

Her expression and tone were deceptively soft, cute, and innocent, making one’s skin crawl and bones tremble with the fear of making any mistakes.

Flesh, feeling discouraged, spoke up, “My name is Pretty Flesh and I reside in the mountains… I don’t belong to the underworld’s ghosts, so I’m not afraid of sunlight, nor do I consume people’s souls.”

it weakly added,

the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly grew

not devour human souls, but you feast on human flesh and

was filled

“Huh?

a crispy chip

Everyone was left speechless.

fiery tempers, demanded, “How

inhabited by many people, my wife,

come to an end, and the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and it was equally

was so poor that my son remained single even

woman wearing a white turban and plain coarse clothing

and after the mourning period, she had no children and no one to depend on. She wanted to return to her mother’s house. Feeling famished and exhausted during her journey, she asked us for

rural areas where there was a lack of food and clothing. If a husband

about her situation, there was still a trace of anxiety, not knowing whether her parents and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so

chatting, the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending, and the young woman offered to help

old woman continued her story, she remarked, “I noticed that she was highly skilled in needlework. Her stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things. I couldn’t help but praise her as a good wife and

casual conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed

still single, and the young woman’s husband had passed away. Wasn’t it a

while the son was somewhat hesitant. However, when he saw the young woman rise early and wash her face by the well, removing her scarf to reveal her black, thick hair and her face resembling a peach blossom, he was captivated by her

widow, her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she

thought the young woman would disagree, but to her surprise, the woman expressed

“What

woman sneered and replied, “She spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to rely on. If

in her village who had several deceased wives. He had a violent and cruel temperament. If she were to return, her family would arrange a marriage with him, which caused her distress. If she could marry my son, she would be willing to endure any hardships As she only

and no wedding… What

woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in

how it happened in

blinked and skeptically remarked, “It happened so quickly? They’ve only