Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Uriah, on his last breath, gasped. “Pablo… he… he’s your master!” You…”

How could he take down his own master?

Uriah was at a loss for words from the shock— but it wasn’t like he had any strength to speak either way.

He felt a sense of dread!

He had thought that Pablo might at the very least let them go out of old times’ sake, but everything that had just happened had proven completely otherwise.

Pablo’s expression was cold as he smirked. “Master?”

“You shouldn’t have killed my family, then! Now I’ve turned into a malignant spirit, and I’m not going to let you go. You deserve this.”

As he spoke, a young man came running over shouting. This was Uriah’s oldest son.

“Dad! Grandpa!”

Pablo turned around slowly…

Uriah and Master Phillips widened their eyes. “No… Don’t—”

The boy, who could not have been more than eight or nine years old, stared at his chest in a daze.

Uriah could speak no longer, his eyes filled with rage and fear.

Master Phillips’ sobs had turned into howls. “Pablo… Pablo! How could you be so cruel! He’s just a child…”

How could he be so evil?

How could he have had the heart to do such a thing to a kid?

Pablo’s eyes grew bloodshot as his malignant energy flowed out of his body at once.

His grin glinted with murderous intent, and he said in a low voice, “Cruel?”

Uriah struggled as he opened his eyes. For some reason, Pablo had found a way to make it impossible for him to die even if he wanted to.

All he could do was watch as his beloved oldest son die before his eyes.

He roared with all his might, but his voice came out feeble and weak. “He’s just… child!”

“You’re… a monster… Pablo Belmont!”

A monster?

“Did you feel like a monster killing Nana and Reuben, huh?”

Pablo raised his hands. The thickest branches of cherry tree in the backyard flew out of the ground, chagrin towards Uriah and Master Phillips before stabbing them square in the stomach!

drove into their flesh, swaying slightly in the

Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed

just kill me!” Uriah was trembling with pain. “Kill

he was going to be a dead man for

to let that happen just yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve got more,

his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just like

were still brightly shining, the

father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail of blood

spirit had

to suffer, regardless of

Phillips household turned into hell

“Help… help!”

let me go, let

my son, please, no, no

terrified, running for their lives with their children in tow— but not a single one of them was able

stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s only

was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s

“No—!”

lifted over his face, and

how could you do this?

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

untouched in the bloodbath, but he looked

in the slightest. She sat by

Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been

dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he had raised and the arrow coming her

just want you to know, I never

in Uriah’s wine the first time

expressionless, the arrow slowly

couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids. I did

to give birth to keep their position in the family.

could to give birth… and so, not a single one of Uriah’s children is his

her face. “I can’t believe I was able

hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

these children for so many years, giving

for them to not turn out to

felt his world crumbling, his mind

of all this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had betrayed him for

feeling everything Pablo

him thoroughly

“You… it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything!

opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and