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!

their flesh, swaying

Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing

kill me!” Uriah was trembling with pain.

to be a dead man for

that happen just yet. “What’s the rush?

branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just

were still brightly shining,

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

had

to suffer, regardless

no time, the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

let me go,

son, please, no,

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

sobbed. “Let

doesn’t know anything,

“No—!”

was lifted over his

how could you do this?

you won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

untouched in the bloodbath, but

lady was not afraid in the slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her

back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten years, but you’re still as

she could not see the hand he had raised and the

want you to know, I never let you

poison in Uriah’s wine the first time I

the arrow slowly going into Sylvia’s

but had a whole family of kids. I did a good

wives had to give birth to keep their position in

by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single one of Uriah’s children is his

slowly, a satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t believe I

could hardly believe what

Not his children?

children for so many years, giving

them to not turn out to be

crumbling, his mind shaking even

most painful part of all this was not even that these children weren’t

feeling everything Pablo had felt back

made him thoroughly lose

as he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took my happiness away

finally sparing Uriah and