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!

into their flesh, swaying slightly

agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed on

just… just kill me!” Uriah was trembling

that he was going to be a dead man for sure

yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve

and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the

shining, the walls covered

roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving

malignant spirit had come

going to suffer, regardless

the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

me go,

my son, please, no,

children in tow— but not a single one of them was able to

sobbed. “Let my son go!

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

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his

into sobs. “Pablo, how could you do

you won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife,

were completely untouched in

sat by her

at him. “It’s been ten years, but you’re still as handsome as

she could not see the hand he had raised and the arrow coming

know, I

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

arrow slowly going

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

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

being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single one of Uriah’s

face. “I can’t believe

believe

Not his children?

so

them to not

world crumbling, his mind

of all this was not even that these children weren’t his, but

Uriah was feeling everything Pablo

him thoroughly

stared 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

opened his eyes, finally sparing