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, “So,

known as the old woman pickling sauerkraut,

may not devour human souls, but

was filled with resentment and

“Huh? No

spoke, she popped a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

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

her account, “Long ago, when our village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my son, and I lived

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

family was so poor that my son remained single even

young woman wearing a white turban and plain coarse clothing

and no one to depend on. She wanted to return to her

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

us 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

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

and neat, and she had a

woman lay in bed that night, the idea became

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

Her husband found it feasible, 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

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 forget

the young woman would disagree,

asked, “What

old 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

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,

wedding… What a

humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn

how it happened in

and skeptically remarked, “It happened so quickly?