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!

branches drove into their flesh,

Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed on the

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

was going to be a dead

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

pierced through them, walking through the Phillips

were still brightly shining, the walls covered with

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

had come for

going to suffer, regardless of

Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

me go, let me

kill my son, please, no, no

wives were terrified, running for their lives with their children in tow—

Uriah sobbed. “Let my

just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s

“No—!”

quilt was lifted over his face,

how could you do this? Are you

won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

completely untouched in the bloodbath, but

in the slightest. She sat

“It’s been ten years,

see the

just want you to know, I never let

put poison in Uriah’s wine the first time

the arrow

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

position in the family. I’d given birth

they could to give

slowly, a satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t believe

believe what

Not his children?

children for so many

for them to not turn out to be

crumbling, his

was not even that these children weren’t his, but that

betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo

made him

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

sparing