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

the old woman

“You may not devour human souls, but

voice was filled with

responded, “Huh?

she popped a

Everyone was left speechless.

others, with fiery tempers, demanded,

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

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

family was so poor that my son remained single even in

a white turban and plain coarse clothing came by, seeking water from

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 exhausted during her journey, she asked us for

especially in rural areas where there was a lack of food and clothing. If a husband passed away, the

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

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

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 mother.

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

and the young woman’s husband had passed

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, he was captivated

may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she might not find a good family.

young woman would disagree, but

“What did

also wished for someone to rely on.

her family would arrange

wedding… What a

someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the end, their

that was how it

“It happened so quickly?