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.”

slightly, it weakly added,

as the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly grew

devour human souls, but you feast on human flesh and

woman’s voice was filled with

“Huh?

spoke, she popped a crispy

Everyone was left speechless.

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

many people, my wife, my son, and I lived together as

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

family was so poor that my son remained

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

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

married 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 had to return to

a trace of anxiety, not knowing whether her parents and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so we

the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending, and the young woman offered to help upon

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 and mother. Whoever marries her will

in

young woman’s husband had passed

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 a

young woman that 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 my son and forget about

disagree, but

“What did she

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

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… What

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

it happened

“It happened so quickly? They’ve only known