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,

known as the old woman pickling

human souls, but you feast on human flesh

was filled with

“Huh? No

she spoke, she popped a crispy

Everyone was left speechless.

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

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

mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and

family was so poor that my son remained single even in

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

no one to depend on. She wanted to return to her mother’s house. Feeling

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

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

small, so at night, the old woman and the young woman shared a room. While chatting, the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending,

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

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

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

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

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

disagree, but to her surprise, the woman

“What did

also wished for someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind her rough work

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

wedding… What a

saw her as a pitiful and innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn

was how it happened

remarked, “It happened so quickly? They’ve only