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.”

added, “So,

was formerly known as the old woman

souls, but you feast

was filled with resentment

“Huh? No

a crispy chip

Everyone was left speechless.

and the others, with fiery tempers, demanded,

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

desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture

was so poor that my son remained single even in his

day, a young woman wearing a white turban and plain coarse clothing came

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

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

would drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so

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

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

conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed

and the young woman’s husband had passed

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 face by the well, removing her scarf to reveal her black, thick hair and

this young woman that since she was a widow, her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the

woman would disagree, but

asked, “What

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

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… What a

someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the end, their son would

that was how it happened in just

so quickly? They’ve only known each other