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

and Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting

Uriah was trembling with pain.

he was going to

refused to let that happen just yet.

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

shining, the walls covered with

the Phillips father and son

malignant spirit had

to

no time, the Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

go, let

son,

wives were terrified, running for their lives with their children in

Please stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my

Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t

“No—!”

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

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

won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but

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

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

could not see the hand he had

just want you to know, I never let

poison in Uriah’s wine the first time I married him. He can’t have

expressionless, the arrow

had a whole family of kids. I did a good

had to give birth to keep their position in the family. I’d given birth

to give birth…

“I can’t believe I was

believe

Not his children?

these children for so many years, giving

them to not turn out

crumbling, his mind shaking

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

fury… Uriah was feeling

him

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

eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping his