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

as the

exclaimed, “You may not devour human souls, but you

woman’s voice was filled with resentment

“Huh? No

spoke, she popped a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

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

old woman began her account, “Long ago, when our village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my son, and I lived together as a

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 their

was so poor that my son remained single even

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

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

a husband passed away, the daughters who were married had

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 suggested that she spend the night

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

meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things. I couldn’t help but praise her as a good wife and mother. Whoever

casual conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed that

and the young woman’s husband had passed away. Wasn’t it

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 rise early and wash her face

may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she might not find a good family. If she agrees, she can just live with my son and

woman thought the young woman would disagree, but to her

asked, “What did

sneered and replied, “She spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to

would arrange a marriage with him, which caused

and no wedding… What

family saw her as a pitiful and innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things

it happened in just

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