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, I’m

formerly known as the old woman pickling sauerkraut,

souls, but

was filled with resentment

responded, “Huh?

she spoke, she popped a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

harem spirit and the others, with fiery tempers,

by many

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

was so poor that my

white turban and plain coarse clothing came

had recently passed away, and after 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

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 to

not knowing whether her parents and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so we invited her

was small, so at night, the old woman and the young woman shared a room. While chatting, the old woman

old woman continued her story, she remarked, “I noticed that she was highly skilled in needlework. Her stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things.

conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed that night, the idea became

still single, and the young woman’s husband had passed away. Wasn’t it

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

widow, her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she might

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

asked, “What did

replied, “She spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind her rough work and her deceased husband, she would be

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

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 out well in the end, their

was how it

quickly? They’ve only known each