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

of agony, wanting nothing more than

just… just kill me!” Uriah was trembling

that he was going to be a dead man for

that happen just yet. “What’s the

father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just like

shining, the walls covered with

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 in

spirit had

was going to

household turned into hell

“Help… help!”

let me go, let

my son, please,

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

sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s only three

born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please let him

“No—!”

baby’s brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face,

how could

won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but

was not afraid in the slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her

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

at Pablo dreamily, as if she could not see the

want you to know,

first time

arrow slowly going into Sylvia’s

but had a whole family of kids. I did a good job,

position in

they could to give birth… and so, not a single one of Uriah’s children is

slowly, a satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t believe I was able to see you one last time.

believe what he was

Not his children?

children for so many years, giving them his

them to not turn

his world crumbling, his

that these children weren’t his, but that his most

was feeling

him thoroughly lose

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

sparing Uriah and snapping his