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!

into their flesh, swaying

cries of agony, wanting

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

knew that he was going to

happen just yet. “What’s

father by the branch pierced through them,

shining, the walls covered with

a man clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail of

malignant spirit had come

to

household turned

“Help… help!”

go, let

son, please,

running for their lives with their children in tow— but not

Uriah sobbed. “Let

Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please let him

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over

burst into sobs. “Pablo, how could you do

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife,

robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath,

lady was not afraid in the slightest. She sat

“It’s been ten years, but

not see the hand he had

to know, I

wine the first time I

expressionless, the arrow

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

in the

keep from being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give

believe I was able to see you one last

hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

loved these children for so many years,

for them to not turn out

world crumbling,

not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had

was feeling everything Pablo had felt back

made him thoroughly lose

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

opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping