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!

splintered branches drove into their flesh, swaying slightly in

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

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

going to be a

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

pierced through them, walking

brightly shining, the walls covered with

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

had come

going to suffer, regardless of

no time, the Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

me go,

kill my son, please, no,

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

don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go!

He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent!

“No—!”

lifted over his face, and

how could you do

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife,

white robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath,

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

“It’s been ten years,

not see the hand he had raised and the arrow coming her

just want you to know, I

poison in Uriah’s wine the first time I married him. He

was expressionless, the arrow slowly going

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

had to give birth to keep their position in the family. I’d given birth myself, what was their

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

face. “I can’t believe I

believe what

Not his children?

these children for so many years, giving

for them to not turn out

his world crumbling, his mind shaking even

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

Uriah was feeling everything Pablo

him thoroughly lose

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

eyes, finally sparing