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.”

its voice slightly, it weakly added, “So, I’m not a bad

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

devour human souls, but

old woman’s voice was filled with

responded, “Huh? No

spoke, she popped a crispy

Everyone was left speechless.

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

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

the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and it was equally difficult for merchants from outside to enter.

my son remained single even

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

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

If a husband passed away, the daughters

was still a trace of anxiety, not knowing 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

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

she remarked, “I noticed that she was highly skilled in needlework. Her stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way

conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed that

woman’s husband had passed away. Wasn’t

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

her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the

would disagree, but to

asked, “What did she

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

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 any hardships As she

dowry and 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 son would still benefit

that was how it happened in just one

quickly? They’ve only known