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 in the

of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed

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

going to be

just yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve got

held Uriah and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just like

birthday lanterns were still brightly shining,

a man clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through

malignant spirit had come

going to suffer, regardless of

household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

me go, let me

my son,

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

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

born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please let him go,

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his

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

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

in the bloodbath, but he looked

She sat by her bed, dressed neatly

been ten years, but you’re still as handsome as

not see the hand he had raised

just want you to know,

the first time I married

expressionless, the arrow

however, was smiling brighter than ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids.

to give birth to keep their position in the

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

believe I was able to see you

could hardly believe what

Not his children?

so many years, giving them his

to not turn

crumbling, his mind shaking

that these children weren’t his, but

betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had

made him thoroughly lose

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

eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping his