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,

as the

not devour human souls, but you feast on

old woman’s voice was filled with resentment

“Huh?

popped a crispy chip

Everyone was left speechless.

the others, with fiery tempers, demanded, “How do

account, “Long ago, when our village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my son,

challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and

my son remained single even in his

and plain coarse clothing came by,

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

a husband passed away, the daughters who were married had to return to their homes, and most families

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

night, the old woman 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

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 good wife

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

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

while the son was somewhat hesitant. However, when he saw the young woman rise early and wash her face by the well, removing

since she was a widow, her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she might not find a good family. If she agrees, she can just live with

would disagree, but to

asked, “What did

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

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 would be willing to endure any hardships

wedding…

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

how it happened

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