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 slightly in

and Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be

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

he was going to be a dead man for sure

just yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve

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

birthday lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls covered with birthday

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

spirit had

going to suffer,

household turned

“Help… help!”

me go, let me

my son, please, no,

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

“Let my son

doesn’t know anything,

“No—!”

quilt was lifted over his face,

how could you do

won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

were completely untouched in the

She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her

at him. “It’s been ten years, but you’re still as handsome as

see the

just want you to know, I never let

wine the first time I married

was expressionless, the arrow

had a whole family of kids. I did a good job, didn’t

to give birth to keep their position in the family. I’d given birth

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

believe I was able to see you one

believe

Not his children?

these children for so

to not turn out

crumbling, his mind

weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had betrayed him for a whole

fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had

him thoroughly lose

it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you

sparing Uriah and snapping