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, I’m not a

known as the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly

devour human souls, but you feast on human flesh and

woman’s voice was filled with

responded, “Huh? No

spoke, she popped a crispy chip into

Everyone was left speechless.

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

many people, my wife, my son, and I lived together as

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 enter. Everyone relied on farming for

poor that my son remained single

woman wearing a white turban and

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

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 to take them back

still a trace of anxiety, not knowing whether her parents and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so

a room. While chatting, the old woman took out some clothes that needed

stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things.

was just casual conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed that night, the idea became more and more feasible

twenty-seven-year-old son was still single, and the young woman’s husband had passed away.

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

back. If she remarries in the future, she might not find

thought the young woman would disagree, but

asked, “What did

also wished for someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind her rough work and her deceased

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

and no wedding…

no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the end, their son

it

blinked and skeptically remarked, “It happened so quickly? They’ve only