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 flesh, swaying

out cries of agony, wanting

just kill me!” Uriah was trembling

that he was going to be a dead

to let that happen just yet.

father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just

were still brightly shining, the walls covered with birthday

roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a

malignant spirit had come

to

household turned

“Help… help!”

let me go,

my son, please, no,

wives were terrified, running for their lives with their children in tow— but not

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

please, please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please

“No—!”

quilt was lifted over his

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

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife, Sylvia

untouched in the bloodbath, but he looked

was not afraid in the slightest. She sat by

him. “It’s been ten years, but

see the hand he

you to know, I

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

was expressionless, the arrow slowly going

procreate, but had a whole family of kids. I

to keep their position in the family. I’d

keep from being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give

smile on her face. “I can’t believe I

believe what he

Not his children?

loved these children for so many years,

to not turn out

felt his world crumbling, his mind

this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most

was feeling everything Pablo

him thoroughly

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

eyes, finally sparing Uriah and