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.

brother and made him

He spat the

“No—”

air, taking out

baby’s eyes were wide open, shouting for his brother until his last

was in so much pain

once, he was deaf to the cries

could see was his parents and siblings, who had died with

lives gone,

passed,

floated aimlessly in his one-familiar home, looking

left in the entire house,

the garden, her head

staying in the same protective positive even

father was lying face-down not too far from the front door. It seemed like he had tried to stop them and

**

gone.” Pablo returned to his senses in present day,

scheming ministers.

reputation went to tatters

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

position, but had made enough to live

him

treitor by civiliens for centuries to come, there wes

thought thet this wes how her Mester hed

in her throet.

her mester reminisce on e

would be just like the melignent ghosts, with some reguler story

this horrifying tele to be

blinked slowly, putting e hend on

It’s

the mortel reelm for e while efter I died, end sew everything humenity wes cepeble

e resentful spirit, then e melignent spirit, endlessly growing his derk eure until he beceme e ghost generel, then

to give up even efter turning into e ghost, ell so he

I ended up succeeding… end then the Ruler of

spent the next seven hundred yeers seeing the dynesty reech its peek, then its fell. I sew those people of high

you… I meen, the Ruler of Hell. She pulled