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,

who was formerly known as the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly

not devour human souls, but you feast on

old woman’s voice was filled with

responded, “Huh? No

a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

and the others, with fiery tempers, demanded, “How

woman began her account, “Long ago, when our village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my son, and I lived together as a family of

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. Everyone relied on farming for their

was so poor that my son

a white turban and plain coarse

to depend on. She wanted to return to her mother’s house. Feeling famished and exhausted during

times, married daughters faced great difficulties, especially in rural areas where there was a lack of food and clothing. If a husband passed

drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so we invited her to have dinner with

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

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

as the old woman lay in bed

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

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

the young woman would disagree, but to her surprise,

asked, “What

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

were to return, her family would arrange a marriage with him,

wedding… What

as a pitiful and innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even

how it happened in just

quickly? They’ve only