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

of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed on the

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

to be a dead man

let that happen just yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve got more,

Uriah and his father by the branch pierced through

brightly shining, the walls

robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a

had come for

going to suffer, regardless of

no time, the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

me go, let

son, please,

children in tow— but not a single one of

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

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

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face, and he

burst into sobs. “Pablo, how could you do

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first

in the bloodbath, but he looked

afraid in the slightest. She sat by her bed,

Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten years, but

as if she could not see the hand he had

want you to know, I never let

poison in Uriah’s wine the first time I married him. He can’t

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

position in the family. I’d given birth myself, what

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

her face. “I can’t believe I was

could hardly believe what he

Not his children?

these children for so many years, giving them

not

his world crumbling,

most painful part of all this was not even that these children weren’t

Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had

made him thoroughly lose

your fault! You did this to

eyes, finally sparing