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,

wanting

Uriah was trembling

that he was going to be a dead man

Pablo refused to let that happen just yet.

father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the

brightly shining, the

and son by a branch through their

spirit had

going to suffer, regardless of

time, the Phillips household turned into hell

“Help… help!”

let me go, let me

kill my son, please, no,

children in tow— but

sobbed. “Let

doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent!

“No—!”

over his face,

into sobs. “Pablo, how could

won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but he

not afraid in the slightest. She sat by

back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten years,

see the hand

you to know, I never let you

wine the first time I married him. He can’t

the arrow slowly

“Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family

position in the family. I’d

being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and

believe I was able to see you one last time.

could hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

children for so many years, giving them

to not turn out to

crumbling, his mind

weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had betrayed

hopelessness, betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo

him thoroughly

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

eyes, finally sparing Uriah