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, “So,

as the old woman pickling

human souls, but you feast on human flesh

voice was filled with

responded, “Huh? No

a crispy

Everyone was left speechless.

tempers, demanded, “How

when our village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my son, and I lived together as a family of

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

my

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

the mourning period, she had no children and no one to depend on. She wanted to return to her mother’s house. Feeling

lack of food and clothing. If a husband passed away, the daughters who

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 it was getting late, we suggested that she spend

the old woman took out

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

woman lay in bed that night, the idea became more and more feasible in her

the young woman’s husband had

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 hair and her

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

would disagree, but to her

“What did she

spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to rely on. If

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 son,

and no wedding…

and innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the end, their son

it happened in just

so quickly? They’ve only known each