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

let out cries of agony, wanting

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

that he was going to be a dead man for

to let that happen just yet. “What’s the rush?

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

birthday lanterns were still brightly shining,

the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving

malignant spirit had

to suffer, regardless of

the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

let me go,

my son, please, no,

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

don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go!

yesterday! He doesn’t know

“No—!”

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

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

you won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife,

completely untouched in the bloodbath, but he

sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her hair done

smiled at him. “It’s been ten years, but you’re

Pablo dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he had raised and the arrow coming

you to know, I never let you

the first time I married him. He

arrow slowly going into Sylvia’s

had a whole

in the family. I’d given birth myself,

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

face. “I can’t believe I was able to see

believe what he was

Not his children?

so many

for them to not turn out

felt his world crumbling, his

this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had betrayed

feeling

him

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

opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and