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,

was formerly known as the old

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

voice was filled with resentment

“Huh? No

popped a

Everyone was left speechless.

and the others, with fiery tempers, demanded,

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

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

so poor that my

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

had recently passed 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

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

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

small, so at night, the 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 offered to help

she was highly skilled in needlework. Her stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of

lay in bed

the young woman’s husband had

home. Her husband found it feasible, while the son was somewhat 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 face resembling a peach blossom, he was captivated by her beauty. Eventually,

was a widow, her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she might not find a good family. If she agrees, she can just live

would disagree, but to her

asked, “What did

someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind her rough work and her deceased husband,

He had a violent and cruel temperament. If she were to return, her family would arrange a

and no wedding… What a perfect

expenses. Even if things did

that was how it happened in just one

so quickly? They’ve