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

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

that he was going to be a dead man

yet. “What’s the

the branch pierced through them, walking

brightly shining, the walls covered

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

malignant spirit had

was going to suffer, regardless of

no time, the Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

me go, let

my son,

for their lives with their children in tow— but not a single

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

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

“No—!”

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

“Pablo, how could you do this? Are you even

won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first

robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but

the slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly

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

stared at Pablo dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he

to know, I

wine the first

was expressionless, the arrow slowly

ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family

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

they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single one

believe I was able to see you one last time. I’m

believe what he

Not his children?

so

for them to not turn out to be

world crumbling,

weren’t his, but that his

Uriah was feeling

him thoroughly lose

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

opened his eyes, finally sparing