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.”

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

known as the old woman pickling

devour human souls, but you

woman’s voice was

responded, “Huh?

she spoke, she popped a crispy chip

Everyone was left speechless.

tempers,

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

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

poor that my

a young woman wearing a white turban and plain coarse clothing

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,

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

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

the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending, and the young woman offered to help upon

the old 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. I couldn’t help but praise her as a good wife

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

woman’s husband had passed away. Wasn’t it a

woman rise early and wash her face by the well, removing her scarf to reveal her black, thick hair and her face resembling a peach blossom, he

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

disagree, but to her surprise, the

asked, “What

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

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

dowry and no wedding…

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

how it happened

quickly?