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, I’m not a bad

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

human souls, but

voice was filled

“Huh?

spoke, she popped a crispy chip

Everyone was left speechless.

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

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

the era had not yet come to an end, and the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to

was so poor that my son remained single

turban and plain coarse

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

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

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 late, we suggested that she spend the

While chatting, the old woman took out some

“I noticed that she was highly skilled in needlework. Her stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things. I couldn’t help but praise her as a good wife and

it was just casual conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed that night, the

young woman’s husband had passed

morning, 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 face by the well, removing her scarf to reveal her black, thick hair and her face resembling a peach blossom,

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

woman would disagree, but to her surprise,

asked, “What did she

wished for someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind her rough

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 with him, which caused her distress. If she could marry my son, she would be willing to

wedding…

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

that was how it

“It happened so quickly? They’ve only known each other for