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 flesh, swaying

agony, wanting nothing more than

just kill me!” Uriah was trembling

going to be a

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

pierced through them, walking through the Phillips

shining, the walls

the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail of

malignant spirit had

was going to suffer, regardless of

time, the Phillips household

“Help… help!”

let me go,

son, please, no, no

wives were terrified, running for their lives with their children in tow— but

“Let my

born yesterday! He doesn’t know anything, he’s innocent! Please let him go,

“No—!”

was lifted over

into sobs. “Pablo, how could you do this? Are you even

won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife,

untouched in the bloodbath, but he looked

sat by her bed, dressed neatly with her

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

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

know, I

wine the first

the arrow

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

their position in the family. I’d

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

smile on her face. “I can’t believe I was able to see

hardly believe what

Not his children?

these children for so

for them to not

crumbling,

this was not even that these children weren’t his, but that his

fury… Uriah was feeling everything Pablo had felt back

made him

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

opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah