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!

branches drove into their flesh,

agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed on

Uriah was trembling with

to be a dead man

yet. “What’s the rush? I’ve got more,

branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household

shining, the walls covered with birthday

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

spirit had come for

going to suffer,

no time, the Phillips household turned into

“Help… help!”

me go, let

my son, please, no, no

terrified, running for their lives with their children in tow— but not a single one

sobbed. “Let my son go!

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

“No—!”

over his face, and he quickly

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

you won’t live this

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife,

white robes were completely untouched in the bloodbath, but he

one lady was not afraid in the slightest. She sat by her bed,

“It’s been ten years, but you’re still

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

you to know, I never let

put poison in Uriah’s wine the first time I married him. He

the arrow slowly going

had a whole family of kids. I did a good job, didn’t

their position in the family. I’d given birth myself, what

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

could hardly believe

Not his children?

children for so many years, giving them

to not

felt his world crumbling, his mind shaking even

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

Uriah was feeling everything

him

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

his eyes, finally sparing Uriah and snapping