Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

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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

out cries of agony, wanting nothing more

just… just kill me!” Uriah was trembling with pain. “Kill me if you

that he was going to be a dead

yet.

pierced through them, walking through

shining, the walls covered with birthday

hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a

malignant spirit had come

was going to suffer, regardless of

household turned

“Help… help!”

let me go, let

kill my son,

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

“Let my son go! He’s only three years

doesn’t know

“No—!”

lifted over his face, and he quickly stopped

how could you do this? Are you

you won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first

completely untouched in

slightest. She sat by her bed,

him. “It’s been

dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he

to know,

the first time I married

was expressionless, the arrow slowly

than ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family

birth to keep their position in

me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a

“I can’t believe I was able to see

believe what

Not his children?

for so

to not turn out to

world crumbling,

these children weren’t

Uriah was feeling everything Pablo

him thoroughly

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

opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping his

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