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!

drove into their flesh,

Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing

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

that he was going to be a dead

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

by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household

were still brightly shining, the walls covered with

hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by

malignant spirit had come for

was going to suffer,

the Phillips household

“Help… help!”

go, let

kill my son, please, no,

running for their lives with their children in tow— but not a single one of

don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go!

doesn’t know anything,

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face, and

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

won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife,

robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath,

sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her hair

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

if she could not see the

know, I never

first time I married him. He

expressionless, the arrow slowly going into Sylvia’s

procreate, but had

position in the family. I’d given

keep from being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so,

“I can’t believe I was able to see you one last

believe what he was

Not his children?

children for so

not turn out

world crumbling, his mind shaking even

even that these children weren’t his, but

hopelessness, betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had felt back

him thoroughly lose

stared at Pablo with bloodshot eyes as he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You did this

his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping his