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,

Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be

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

was going to be a

to let that happen just yet. “What’s the

Uriah and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips

were still brightly shining, the walls covered with birthday

father and son by a branch

had

was going to suffer, regardless

time, the Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

let me go, let me

my son, please, no,

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

stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my

yesterday! He doesn’t

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face,

Phillips burst into sobs. “Pablo, how could you

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first

were completely untouched in

slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly

been

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

you to know, I

the first time I married him.

was expressionless, the arrow slowly going into

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

birth to keep their position in the family. I’d given birth myself, what was their

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

face. “I can’t believe

believe what he was

Not his children?

loved these children for so many

not turn out to

felt his world crumbling, his

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

fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had

him

howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took my happiness away

opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah