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!

branches drove into their flesh, swaying

cries of agony, wanting nothing more

me!” Uriah was trembling with pain.

going to be a dead man for sure

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

and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the

brightly shining, the walls covered with birthday

there was a man clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch

malignant spirit had come

to suffer, regardless of

Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

let me go,

son, please, no, no

their lives with their children in tow—

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

yesterday! He doesn’t know anything,

“No—!”

quilt was lifted over

Phillips burst into sobs. “Pablo, how could you do this? Are you

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but

was not afraid in the slightest. She sat by

“It’s been ten

if she could not see the hand he had raised and the arrow

you to know, I

poison in Uriah’s wine the first time I married him. He can’t have

arrow slowly going into Sylvia’s

smiling brighter than ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids.

in the family. I’d given birth

out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a

satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t believe I was

believe what

Not his children?

children for so many years,

not turn out

world crumbling,

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

fury… Uriah was feeling

him thoroughly

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

his eyes, finally sparing