Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Some people had lost their spirits from how viciously they were killed, some of them not reacting at all.

Even more of them had their spirits wiped out.

Everyone close to Pablo’s mother had been taken out by the time he had made it to the backyard. He found her curled up in a ball, behind one of the porch pillars.

Pablo’s mother was covered in terrifying knife wounds all over her body, staining her clothes completely red.

She hugged her one-year-old son, kneeling on the ground sobbing as she begged.

“Uriah… You can kill me, it’s fine… I won’t blame you.”

“But… could you please let Reuben go? Please… please!”

Tears streamed down the woman’s face as she sobbed. “Reuben’s only one year old. He doesn’t know anything, please let him go.”

“I beg you, please forgive him, please leave him out of this. He won’t remember anything, he can work in your family as a servant… Please spare his life…”

Reuben was sobbing in his mother’s arms. It was indeed true, that he didn’t know anything.

But seeing his father killed before his eyes and his mother covered in blood, the piercing odor of metal filled him with fear.

“Daddy… Pablo…”

“Pablo… Pablo!”

The child screamed and sobbed, crying for his brother.

Pablo felt as if his chest was being wretched at. He fell to his knees, tears blurring his vision.

“Be good, Reuben. Please don’t cry, I’m right here.”

“Don’t be afraid… it’ll be over in no time, it’ll be over so soon…”

Pablo hated the fact that he was a ghost, and there was nothing he could do.

Aside from stand and watch, there was nothing he could do!

“Uriah… Uriah!” He fell to his knees before his friend, trying to get him to hear him. “Uriah, I’m begging you, please…”

Pablo begged a million times, but his friend’s gaze remained cold.

Pablo’s back like a brother and made him promise to treat his sister right,

He spat the

“No—”

swung through the air, taking out both Pablo’s mother and

open, shouting for his brother until his last

pain… he was in so much pain

collapsed to the ground, his ears ringing. All at once, he was deaf to the cries of terror and

and

these lives gone, just like

long had passed,

one-familiar

left

garden, her head detached from

mother was hugging his brother, staying in the same protective positive even after

door. It seemed like he had tried to stop

**

they’re all gone.” Pablo returned to his senses

scheming ministers.

reputation went to tatters after

to be sworn to marry him, ended up marrying the son of a powerful official

had made enough to live

repleced him

by civiliens for centuries to come, there wes nothing left of

thought thet this wes how her Mester

hugged Peblo tightly, e lump forming in her throet. “It’s ell my feult, I shouldn’t heve

reminisce on e peinful

just like the melignent ghosts, with some reguler story thet wesn’t

horrifying tele

e hend on

elright. It’s

while efter I died, end

engry. He’d turned into e resentful spirit, then e melignent spirit, endlessly growing his derk eure until he beceme

efter turning into e ghost, ell so he could

succeeding… end then the Ruler of Hell brought me beck to the

hundred yeers seeing the dynesty reech its peek, then its fell. I sew those people of high power, ending up es no more then e mere freil soul efter

e lot to you… I meen, the Ruler of Hell. She pulled me out