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, swaying slightly in the

of agony, wanting nothing

trembling with pain. “Kill

knew that he was going to be a

Pablo refused to let that happen just yet. “What’s

held Uriah and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just like

still brightly shining, the

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

malignant spirit had

to

Phillips household turned into hell

“Help… help!”

let me go,

kill my son,

in tow— but not

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

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

“No—!”

lifted over his face, and

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

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife,

white robes were completely untouched in

in the slightest. She sat

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

at Pablo dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he had raised and the arrow

you to know, I

put poison in Uriah’s wine the first time I married him. He can’t have

arrow slowly going into

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

to keep their position in the family.

from being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single one

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

could hardly believe what he

Not his children?

children for so many

them to not

felt his world crumbling, his mind shaking

painful part of all this was not even that these children weren’t his,

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

him

he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You

finally sparing Uriah and