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.”

its voice slightly, it weakly added, “So, I’m not a bad

known as the old woman pickling

human souls, but you feast

voice was filled with resentment and

“Huh?

a crispy chip into

Everyone was left speechless.

others, with fiery tempers, demanded, “How

by many people, my wife, my son, and I

It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and it was equally difficult for merchants from outside

that my

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

no one to depend on. She wanted to return to her mother’s house. Feeling famished and exhausted

clothing. If a husband passed away, the daughters who were married had to

anxiety, not knowing whether her parents and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry for her,

house was small, so at night, the old woman and the young woman shared a room. While chatting, the old woman took out some clothes

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.

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

was still single, and the young woman’s husband had

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

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

young woman would disagree, but to her surprise,

asked, “What

for someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind her rough work

village who had several deceased wives. He had a violent 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

no wedding… What a

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

that was how it happened in

happened so quickly? They’ve only known each other