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.”

weakly added, “So, I’m

the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly grew

souls, but

old woman’s voice was filled with resentment and

“Huh? No

popped a crispy chip

Everyone was left speechless.

tempers, demanded, “How do you consume human flesh

many people, my wife, my son,

and the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and it was equally difficult for merchants from outside to enter. Everyone relied on farming for

was so poor that my son remained single even

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

after the 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

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

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

room. While chatting, the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending, and the young woman offered to help upon noticing

old 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 and mother. Whoever marries her will be blessed.”novelxo.com fast

in bed that night,

the young woman’s husband had

he saw the young woman rise early and wash her face by the well, removing her scarf to

in the future, she might not find a good family. If she agrees, she can just live with my son

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

asked, “What did she

someone to rely on. If

she were to return, her family would arrange a marriage with him, which caused her distress.

and no wedding… What a perfect

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

how it

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