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!

drove into their

wanting nothing more than to be

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

knew that he was going to be

yet. “What’s

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

still brightly shining,

holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their

had

was going to suffer, regardless of

the Phillips household turned into hell

“Help… help!”

let me go, let me

kill my son, please, no, no

wives were terrified, running for their lives with their children in tow— but not a single one of

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

doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please let him

“No—!”

over his face, and

sobs. “Pablo, how could

you won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

completely untouched in the bloodbath, but he

slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with

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

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

know, I never

the first time I married him. He

expressionless, the arrow slowly going

couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids. I did a

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

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

face. “I can’t believe I

could hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

these children for so many years, giving

not turn out to

felt his world crumbling,

children weren’t his, but

hopelessness, betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had

made him thoroughly lose

howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took my happiness

his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and