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,

as the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly

exclaimed, “You may not devour human souls, but you

woman’s voice was filled with resentment and

“Huh? No

she spoke, she popped a crispy chip into

Everyone was left speechless.

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

her account, “Long ago, when our village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my

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

that my son remained single even

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

no one to depend on. She wanted to return to her

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

and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so we invited her to have dinner with us. As it was

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

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

conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed

still single, and the young woman’s husband

husband found it feasible, while the son was somewhat hesitant. However, when he saw the young woman

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

young woman would disagree, but

asked, “What

old woman sneered and replied, “She spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to rely

her family would arrange a marriage with him, which caused her distress. If she

dowry and no wedding… What a perfect

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

it

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