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.”

added, “So, I’m not a bad

known as the old woman

“You may not devour human souls, but you feast on human flesh

was filled

responded, “Huh? No

a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

with fiery tempers, demanded, “How do you consume

many people, my

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

my son remained

wearing a white turban and plain coarse clothing came by,

no one to depend on. She

clothing. If a husband passed away, the daughters who were married had to return to their homes, and most

parents and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry

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

stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things. I couldn’t help but

conversation, but as the old woman lay in

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

woman rise

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

old woman thought the young woman would disagree,

“What

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

her family would arrange a marriage with him, which caused her distress. If she could marry my son, she would be willing to endure any

and no wedding…

someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if

it happened in just

happened so quickly? They’ve only known each