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,

cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed on the

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

was going to be a dead man for sure

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

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

lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls

Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail of blood

spirit had

going to suffer,

Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

let me go, let

son,

in tow— but not a single one of them

Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s

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

“No—!”

lifted over his face, and he quickly

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

won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first

were completely untouched in the

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

back!” Sylvia smiled at him. “It’s been

she could not see the hand he had raised

to know,

wine the first time

was expressionless, the arrow slowly going into

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

to keep their position in the

whatever they could to give birth… and so,

believe I was able to see you one last

hardly believe what he

Not his children?

so many years, giving

them to not turn out

crumbling,

weren’t his, but that his most beloved woman

was feeling everything

him thoroughly lose

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

opened his eyes, finally sparing Uriah