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,

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

Uriah was trembling with pain.

was going to be

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

his father by the branch pierced through

still brightly shining, the walls covered

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

spirit had

to suffer, regardless

time, the Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

let me go, let me

my son, please, no, no

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

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

please, please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know

“No—!”

baby’s brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face, and he quickly stopped

sobs. “Pablo, how could you do

won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first

in the bloodbath, but he

not afraid in the slightest. She sat by

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

see the hand he had raised and the arrow coming

know, I never let you

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

expressionless, the arrow

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

in the family. I’d given birth myself, what was their

to give birth…

her face. “I can’t believe I was able to see you one

could hardly believe

Not his children?

children for so many years, giving

them to not turn out to be

world crumbling,

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

fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo

made him thoroughly lose

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

his eyes, finally sparing