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 a bad

as the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly

may not devour human souls, but you feast

was

responded, “Huh? No

she spoke, she popped a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

the others, with fiery tempers, demanded, “How

village was inhabited by many people, my wife,

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

poor that my son remained

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

that her husband 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 her journey, she asked us for some

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

told us about her situation, there was still a trace 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 night before continuing

old woman and the young woman shared a room. While chatting, the old

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

was just casual conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed that night, the idea

the young woman’s husband had passed away. Wasn’t

matter with her husband and son at 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, he

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

would disagree, but to her surprise,

“What did she

and replied, “She spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to rely

her family would arrange

and no wedding…

required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out

was how it happened

happened so quickly? They’ve only known each other for