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

and Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more

kill me!” Uriah was trembling

he was going to be a

just yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve got more,

Uriah and his father by the branch pierced through

still brightly shining, the walls covered with

and son by

spirit had

was going to suffer, regardless of

no time, the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

go,

kill my son,

with their children in tow— but not

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

just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s

“No—!”

lifted over his face,

into sobs. “Pablo, how could you do

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first

in the bloodbath, but he looked

afraid in the slightest. She sat by her

smiled at him. “It’s been

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

just want you to know, I never

wine the first time I married him.

the arrow slowly going into Sylvia’s

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

their position in

they did whatever they could to give birth… and

“I can’t believe I was able to see you one last

could hardly believe what he

Not his children?

had loved these children for so many years, giving

for them to not turn out to

his world crumbling, his

weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had betrayed him for a

Uriah was feeling

made him thoroughly lose

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 Uriah and