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!

splintered branches drove into their flesh, swaying

Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed on the

Uriah was trembling with pain. “Kill me if you

knew that he was going to be

yet. “What’s the

father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips

brightly shining, the walls covered with birthday

and son by a branch through their stomachs

had come for

to suffer, regardless of

Phillips household turned

“Help… help!”

go, let

son,

children in tow— but not a single

“Let my son go! He’s

born yesterday! He doesn’t know

“No—!”

lifted over his face, and he quickly stopped

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

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

in

afraid in the slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with

back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been

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

you to know, I never

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

arrow slowly going into

couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids. I did a good

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

out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so,

collapsed slowly, a satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t believe I was

could hardly believe

Not his children?

children for so many

to not turn out to

felt his world crumbling, his

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

betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling

made him

“You… it’s all your fault! You did this

eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping his