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 not

who was formerly known as the

souls, but you feast on

woman’s voice was filled

“Huh? No

spoke, she popped a crispy chip into

Everyone was left speechless.

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

our village was inhabited by many people, my wife,

mountain dwellers to venture out, and

poor that my

white turban and plain

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,

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

knowing whether her parents and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so we invited her to have dinner with us.

While chatting, the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending, and the young woman offered to help upon

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. I couldn’t help but praise her as a good wife and mother.

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

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

son was somewhat hesitant. However, when he saw the young woman

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

disagree, but to her surprise,

“What did she

said that she also wished for someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind her rough

deceased wives. He had a violent and cruel temperament. If she were to return, her family would arrange a marriage with him, which caused

wedding… What a

old woman’s family saw her as a pitiful and innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in

was how it

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