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

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

Uriah was trembling with pain. “Kill

going to

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

the branch pierced through them, walking through

brightly shining, the

roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail of blood

malignant spirit had

to suffer,

the Phillips household

“Help… help!”

me go, let me

kill my son,

wives were terrified, running for their lives with their children in tow— but

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

Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything,

“No—!”

was lifted over his face, and he quickly

burst into sobs. “Pablo, how could you

won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife, Sylvia

white robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but

slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed

came back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten years, but you’re still

see the hand he had raised and

to know, I

wine the first time I married him.

was expressionless, the arrow

“Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had

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

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

a satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t believe I

could hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

had loved these children for so many years, giving

for them to not

world crumbling, his mind shaking

that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had

was feeling everything Pablo

him thoroughly lose

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

his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping