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!

into their

Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed

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

was going to be a dead

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

his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through

birthday lanterns were still brightly shining,

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

spirit had come

to

household turned

“Help… help!”

me go, let me

my son, please,

lives with their children in tow— but not a single one of them was able to

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

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

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face,

could you do this? Are

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife,

robes were completely untouched in

not afraid in the slightest. She sat

came back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been ten years, but you’re still as handsome as

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

you to know, I never let

the first time I married him.

expressionless, the arrow slowly going

brighter than ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids. I did a good job, didn’t

wives had to give birth to keep their position in the family. I’d given birth

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

“I can’t believe I was able to see

believe what he was

Not his children?

loved these children for so many years, giving

not

crumbling, his

part of all this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had betrayed him for a

was feeling

him

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

finally sparing