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.”

voice slightly, it weakly added, “So, I’m not a

as the old woman pickling

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

old woman’s voice was filled with resentment and

responded, “Huh?

spoke, she popped a crispy chip

Everyone was left speechless.

fiery tempers, demanded, “How do you

by many people, my wife, my son, and I

the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and it was equally difficult for merchants from

that my

a young woman wearing a white turban and plain coarse clothing came by, seeking water

had no children and no one to depend on. She wanted to return to her mother’s house. Feeling famished

a husband passed away, the daughters who were

not knowing whether her parents and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so we invited her to have dinner with us. As it was getting

shared a room. While chatting, the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending, and the young woman

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

woman lay in bed that night, the idea became

young woman’s husband had passed away.

husband found it feasible, while the son was somewhat hesitant. However, when he saw the young woman rise

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

young woman would disagree, but to

asked, “What

she also wished for someone to rely

old bachelor 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

and no wedding… What a perfect

expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the end, their son would

it

“It happened so quickly? They’ve only known each other for a