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

and Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more

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

that he was going to

Pablo refused to let that happen just yet. “What’s the

and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household

lanterns were still brightly shining, the

father and son by a branch through their

had

going to suffer,

Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

me go, let

my son,

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

“Let

doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please let

“No—!”

over his face, and he

into sobs. “Pablo, how could

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

first wife, Sylvia

white robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but

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

been ten years, but you’re still as

see the hand he had raised and the arrow

just want you to know, I never let you

put poison in Uriah’s wine the first time

arrow slowly

however, was smiling brighter than ever. “Uriah couldn’t procreate, but had a whole family

position in the

they did whatever they could to give birth…

“I can’t believe

hardly believe what he was

Not his children?

loved these children for so many years, giving

them to not turn out to

his world crumbling, his mind

children weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman had betrayed him for a

Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had felt

him

it’s all your fault! You did this to

finally sparing Uriah and snapping his