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,

the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly

may not devour human souls, but you feast on human

old woman’s voice was filled with resentment and

responded, “Huh?

a crispy chip into

Everyone was left speechless.

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

many people, my wife,

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 their

family was so poor that my

a young woman wearing a white turban and plain coarse clothing

after the mourning period, she had no children and no one to depend on. She

daughters faced great difficulties, especially in rural areas where there was a lack of food and clothing. If a husband

she told 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 her, so we invited her to have

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

stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things. I couldn’t help but

the old woman lay in bed that night, the

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

the old 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 rise early and wash her

family 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

would disagree, but to

“What

“She spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to rely on. If I

would arrange a marriage with him, which caused her distress. If she

no wedding… What a perfect

and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the

it happened in just

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