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, “So, I’m not

the old woman pickling sauerkraut,

souls, but you feast on

voice was filled

responded, “Huh?

a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

harem spirit and the others, with fiery tempers, demanded, “How

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

mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain

that my son

and plain coarse clothing came

to depend on. She wanted to return to her mother’s house. Feeling famished and exhausted during her journey, she asked us for some

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

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

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

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

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

twenty-seven-year-old son was still single, and the young woman’s husband had

morning, the old woman discussed the 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

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

would disagree, but

asked, “What did she

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

and cruel temperament. If she were to return, her family would arrange a marriage with him, which

no wedding…

as a pitiful and innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the end, their son would still benefit from

was how it happened in just

and skeptically remarked, “It happened so quickly? They’ve