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,

was formerly known as the

may not devour human souls, but you feast

woman’s voice was filled with resentment and

responded, “Huh? No

a crispy chip

Everyone was left speechless.

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

old woman began her account, “Long ago, when our village was inhabited by many people, my

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 equally difficult for merchants from outside to enter.

poor that my son remained

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

no children and no one to depend on.

rural areas where there was a lack of food and clothing. If a husband passed away, the daughters who were married

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

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

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. Whoever

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

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,

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

woman would disagree, but to her

“What did she

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

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

and no wedding… What a perfect

as a pitiful and innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not

it happened in just one

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