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.”

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

known as the old woman

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

old woman’s voice was filled with resentment

“Huh?

she spoke, she popped a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

with fiery tempers, demanded, “How

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

the era had not yet come to an end, and the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture

so poor that my son

white turban and plain coarse clothing came by, seeking

passed away, 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

where there was a lack of food and clothing. If a husband passed away, the daughters who were married

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

small, so at night, the old woman and the young woman shared a room. While chatting, the old

she had a tidy

the old woman lay in bed

was still single, and the young woman’s husband

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 beauty. Eventually, he

I told this young woman that since she was a widow, her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she might not find a good family. If she agrees, she

woman would disagree, but to her surprise, the woman

“What did she

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

also mentioned an 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 willing to

and no wedding…

family saw her as a pitiful and innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in

was how it happened

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