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,

known as the old

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

old woman’s voice was filled with

“Huh? No

spoke, she popped a crispy

Everyone was left speechless.

fiery tempers, demanded,

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 so poor that my son remained single

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

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 her journey,

daughters faced great difficulties, especially 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 take them

We felt sorry for her, so we invited her to have dinner with us. As it was getting late, we

While chatting, the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending, and the

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

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

twenty-seven-year-old son was still single, and the young woman’s husband had passed away. Wasn’t it

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

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

woman thought the young woman would disagree, but to

“What

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

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,

no wedding… What a perfect

required no expenses. Even if things did

that was how it happened in

blinked and skeptically remarked, “It happened so quickly? They’ve only known each other