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.”

voice slightly, it weakly added,

was formerly known as the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly grew

devour human souls, but you feast on human flesh and

was filled

“Huh?

she spoke, she popped a crispy chip into

Everyone was left speechless.

and the others, with fiery tempers, demanded,

when our village was inhabited by many people, my

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

that my son remained single

day, a young woman wearing a white turban and

and no one to depend on. She wanted to return

difficulties, especially in rural areas where there was a lack of food and clothing. If a husband passed away, the daughters who were married had to return to their homes, and most families were reluctant

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

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

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

woman lay in bed that

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

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 by the well,

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.

old woman thought the young woman would disagree,

asked, “What did she

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

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

no wedding…

old woman’s 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 the end, their son

was how it happened

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