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!

splintered branches drove into their flesh, swaying slightly in the

out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed

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

to be

yet. “What’s the rush?

by the branch pierced through them, walking through

shining, the walls covered with birthday

was a man clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail of blood

had come

going to suffer,

household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

me go,

my son, please, no,

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

sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s

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

“No—!”

over his face, and he quickly stopped

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

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife,

were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but he

She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her hair done

“It’s been

see the hand he had raised and the

you to know, I never

Uriah’s wine the first time I married him.

was expressionless, the arrow slowly going into Sylvia’s

couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids. I did a good job,

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

being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to

on her face. “I can’t believe I was

could hardly believe what he

Not his children?

children for so many

to not turn out to

world crumbling, his mind

painful part of all this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had betrayed him for a whole

hopelessness, betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling

made him thoroughly

“You… it’s all your fault!

eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping his