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!

splintered branches drove into their flesh,

out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to

kill me!” Uriah was trembling with pain.

to be a dead man for

Pablo refused to let that happen just yet. “What’s

by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips

birthday lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls covered with birthday

clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their

malignant spirit had come

going to suffer,

the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

me go, let

my son,

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

stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let

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

“No—!”

over his face, and he quickly stopped

“Pablo, how could you

won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

untouched in the bloodbath, but he

not afraid in the slightest. She sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her

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

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

know, I never let you

in Uriah’s wine the first time I married him.

expressionless, the arrow slowly going into

couldn’t procreate, but had

position in the

me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single one of Uriah’s children is

satisfied smile on her face. “I can’t believe

believe what he was

Not his children?

for so many years, giving

them to not turn out to

crumbling,

of all this was not even that these children weren’t his,

was feeling everything Pablo had

made him

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

his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping