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.”

its voice slightly, it weakly added, “So, I’m not a

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

exclaimed, “You may not devour human souls, but you feast

was filled with resentment and

“Huh?

she popped a crispy chip into her

Everyone was left speechless.

the others, with fiery tempers,

began her account, “Long ago, when our village was inhabited by many people, my

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

so poor that my son remained single even

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

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

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 their homes, and most families were reluctant to take them

We felt sorry for her, so we invited her to have dinner with us. As it

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 upon noticing

highly skilled in needlework. Her stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way

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

and the young woman’s husband

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 blossom, he was captivated by her beauty. Eventually, he

she remarries in the future,

woman would disagree, but to her surprise, the woman expressed

“What did

someone to rely on. If I didn’t mind her rough work and

an old 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 a marriage with him, which caused her distress. If

and no wedding… What a perfect

innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses.

it happened in

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