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!

branches drove into their flesh, swaying slightly in the

let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be

just kill me!” Uriah was trembling with pain.

to be a dead man

refused to let that happen just yet.

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

birthday lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls covered

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

had come for

was going to suffer, regardless of

the Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

me go, let

son,

running for their lives with their children in tow— but not a single one of them was able

sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s only three

please, please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything,

“No—!”

over his face, and he quickly

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

won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

in the bloodbath, but he

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

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

as if she could not see the hand

just want you to know, I never let you

Uriah’s wine the first

arrow slowly going

but had a whole family of kids. I did a good job, didn’t

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

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

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

hardly believe

Not his children?

these children for so many

for them to not turn out to

crumbling, his mind shaking even

even that these children weren’t his, but that his most

betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had felt back

made him

Pablo with bloodshot eyes as he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You

finally sparing Uriah and snapping his