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, swaying slightly

cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to

was trembling with pain.

that he was going to be a dead man

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

pierced through them, walking through the

lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls covered with

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

malignant spirit had come

to suffer,

Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

go,

my son, please,

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

don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let

He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent!

“No—!”

was lifted over his face, and he quickly stopped

could you do this? Are you

you won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife, Sylvia

completely untouched in the bloodbath, but he

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

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

not see the hand he had raised and the arrow coming her

just want you to know, I never

in Uriah’s wine the first time I married him. He

was expressionless, the arrow slowly going into

had a whole

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

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

can’t believe I was able to see you

could hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

for so many years, giving them

to not turn out to

crumbling, his mind shaking even

weren’t his, but that his most beloved

feeling everything Pablo had

made him thoroughly lose

fault!

finally sparing Uriah