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,

wanting nothing

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

he was going to be

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

pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household

still brightly shining, the

and son by a

spirit had

was going to

the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

me go,

son, please, no,

with their children in tow— but not a single one of

“Let my

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

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face, and

how could

won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first

white robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but he

afraid in the slightest. She sat

you came back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten

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

to know,

in Uriah’s wine the first time I married

arrow slowly going

“Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had

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

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

“I can’t believe I was able to

believe what he

Not his children?

so many years, giving them

them to not turn out

world crumbling, his mind shaking

that these children weren’t his,

fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo

made him thoroughly

he howled, “You… it’s all your fault!

sparing