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

who was formerly known as the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly

human souls, but you

old woman’s voice was filled with resentment and

“Huh?

she popped a crispy chip into

Everyone was left speechless.

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

village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my

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

poor that my son

wearing a white turban and

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.

in rural areas where there was a lack of food and clothing. If a husband passed away, the daughters who were

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

woman shared a room. While chatting, the old woman

neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things. I couldn’t help but

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

son was still single, and the young woman’s husband

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

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

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

“What

spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind

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

wedding… What a

family saw her 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

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