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, swaying slightly

out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than

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

that he was going to

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

and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking

lanterns were still brightly shining, the

there was a man clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail of blood in his

malignant spirit had come for

was going to suffer,

no time, the Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

go,

son,

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

don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go!

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

“No—!”

over his face, and he

could you do this? Are

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife,

white robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath,

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

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

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

to know, I never let

the first time I married

the arrow slowly going into Sylvia’s

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

position in the family. I’d given

from being kicked out by me, they did whatever they could to give birth… and so, not a single one of Uriah’s children is his

smile on her face. “I can’t believe I was able to see you one last time.

hardly believe

Not his children?

these children for so many years,

them to not turn out to be

felt his world crumbling, his

that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had

hopelessness, betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling everything

made him thoroughly

Pablo with bloodshot eyes as he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You

eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping