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.”

weakly added, “So,

who was formerly known as the old woman pickling

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

woman’s voice was filled with resentment and

responded, “Huh? No

she popped a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

harem spirit and the others, with fiery tempers, demanded, “How do you

when our village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my son, and I

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

family was so poor that my son remained single even in

woman wearing a white turban and plain coarse

had no children and no one to depend on. She

those times, married daughters faced great 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

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 late,

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

she was highly skilled in needlework. Her stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things. I couldn’t

as the old woman lay in bed that night, the idea became more and more

woman’s husband had passed away.

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 face by

remarries in the future, she might not find a good family. If she agrees, she can just live

thought the young woman would disagree, but to her surprise, the woman

asked, “What did

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

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 endure

no wedding… What a perfect

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

was how it happened in just

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