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,

was formerly known as the old woman

not devour human souls, but you

woman’s voice was filled

responded, “Huh?

popped a crispy chip into

Everyone was left speechless.

harem spirit and the others, with fiery tempers,

account, “Long ago, when our village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my son, and I lived

come to an end, and the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and it was

was so poor that my son

and plain

recently 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

great difficulties, 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

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

a room. While chatting, the old woman took out some

“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

was just casual conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed that night,

young woman’s

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

a widow, her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she might not find a good family. If she agrees, she can just live with my son

woman would disagree, but to her

asked, “What did

for someone to rely on. If I

and cruel temperament. If she were to return, her family would arrange a marriage with him, which caused her distress. If she could marry my son,

wedding…

and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the

how it happened

happened so quickly? They’ve only known