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, I’m

as the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly grew

may not devour human souls, but you feast on human

voice was filled with

responded, “Huh? No

popped a crispy chip

Everyone was left speechless.

spirit and the others, with fiery tempers, demanded, “How do you consume human flesh and

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

era had not yet come to an end, and the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture

family was so poor that my son remained

white turban and plain coarse clothing came by, seeking water from

to depend on. She wanted to

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

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 night before continuing her

the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending,

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

but as the old woman lay in bed

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

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

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

thought the young woman would disagree, but to her surprise,

“What did

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

an old bachelor in her village who had 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, she would be willing

and no wedding… What a

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

how it

so quickly? They’ve only known