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!

drove into their flesh, swaying slightly in the

wanting nothing more

just… just kill me!” Uriah was trembling

knew that he was going to be a dead man for

that happen just yet. “What’s the

the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household

birthday lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls

clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and

had come for

going to suffer, regardless

no time, the Phillips household

“Help… help!”

let me go,

son, please,

with their children in tow— but

Pablo! Please stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son

just born yesterday! He doesn’t know

“No—!”

was lifted over his face, and he

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

won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

untouched in the bloodbath, but he looked

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

smiled at him. “It’s been ten

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

want you to know, I never let you

wine the first time I married

arrow slowly going into

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

keep their position in the family.

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

on her face. “I can’t believe I

hardly believe what

Not his children?

for so many

for them to not turn out to

his world crumbling, his mind

most painful part of all this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman

was feeling everything Pablo had felt

him

Pablo with bloodshot eyes as he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took

opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and