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!

into their flesh,

out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to

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

that he was going to be a dead man for

that happen just yet.

branch pierced through them,

shining,

Phillips father and son by a branch through

spirit had come

to suffer, regardless of

time, the Phillips household turned into hell

“Help… help!”

me go, let me

my son, please, no,

lives with their children in tow— but

Uriah sobbed. “Let my son

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

“No—!”

quilt was lifted over his

burst into sobs. “Pablo, how could you do

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first

white robes were completely untouched in the

She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her hair

came back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten years, but you’re still as handsome as

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

to know, I never let

Uriah’s wine the first time I

expressionless, the arrow slowly going

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

to give birth to keep their position in

did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single one of Uriah’s

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

hardly believe what

Not his children?

had loved these children for so many years,

for them to not

crumbling,

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

fury… Uriah was feeling

made 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

finally sparing Uriah and snapping