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.”

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

who was formerly known as the old

human souls, but you feast on human flesh and

old woman’s voice was filled with resentment and

responded, “Huh?

spoke, she popped a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

the others, with fiery tempers, demanded, “How do you consume

village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my son, and I lived

that time, the era had not yet come to an end, and the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and it was equally difficult for merchants from outside to enter. Everyone relied on farming for

so poor that my son

white turban and plain coarse clothing came

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

If a husband passed away, the

anxiety, 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 late, we

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

she was highly skilled in needlework. Her stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of

was just casual conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed that night, the idea

young woman’s husband had passed away. Wasn’t

woman discussed the matter with her husband and son at home. Her husband found it feasible, while the son was somewhat hesitant. However, when he saw the young woman

widow, her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she might not find a good family. If

woman thought the young woman would disagree, but to

asked, “What did she

woman sneered and replied, “She spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind her rough work and her deceased husband, she

violent and cruel temperament. If she were to return, her family would arrange a marriage with

no wedding… What a

required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the end, their son would still

that was how it happened in

happened so quickly? They’ve only known each