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!

their flesh, swaying slightly in the

wanting nothing more than to be killed on

kill me!” Uriah was trembling with pain.

that he was going to

just yet. “What’s the rush?

held Uriah and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the

were still brightly shining, the walls

holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their

malignant spirit had come

to suffer, regardless of

time, the Phillips household turned

“Help… help!”

go, let me

son, please, no,

with their children in tow— but

Pablo! Please stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my

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

“No—!”

lifted over his face, and he quickly

“Pablo, how could you do this? Are

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

in the bloodbath, but he

one lady was not afraid in the slightest. She sat

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

stared at Pablo dreamily, as if she could not see the hand he had raised and

just want you to know, I

wine the first time I married him. He

arrow slowly

brighter than ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family of kids.

had to give birth to keep their position in the family. I’d given birth myself, what

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

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

hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

children for so many years, giving

to not turn out to be

his world crumbling,

part of all this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman

hopelessness, betrayal, fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had felt back

him thoroughly

Pablo with bloodshot eyes as he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took

opened his eyes, finally sparing