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

and Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing

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

he was going to be a dead man

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

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

were still brightly shining, the walls

and son by a

had come

was going to suffer, regardless of

Phillips household turned into hell

“Help… help!”

me go,

kill my son, please, no,

with their children in tow— but not a single one of them was able

Please stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go!

please, please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent!

“No—!”

baby’s brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face,

sobs. “Pablo, how could you do this?

you won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first

white robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but

She sat by her bed, dressed neatly

smiled at him. “It’s been ten years,

dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he had raised

just want you to know, I never let

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

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

their position in the family. I’d given birth

by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not

believe I was able to see you one last time. I’m

believe what

Not his children?

children for so many years, giving

them to not turn out

crumbling,

weren’t his, but that

Uriah was feeling everything

him thoroughly

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

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