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,

out cries of agony, wanting nothing more

trembling with pain. “Kill me if

he was going to be

yet. “What’s the rush?

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

birthday lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls covered with

clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their

spirit had come for

going to suffer,

no time, the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

let me go, let

my son, please, no,

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

Please stop, don’t…” Uriah sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s only three

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

“No—!”

brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face, and he quickly stopped

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

you won’t live

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife,

white robes were completely untouched in

one lady was not afraid in the slightest. She sat

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

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

just want you to know, I never

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

was expressionless, the arrow slowly going

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

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

they could to give birth… and so, not a single

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

could hardly believe

Not his children?

these children for so many

them to not turn out to

world crumbling, his mind

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

Uriah was feeling everything Pablo

made him thoroughly

your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took

eyes, finally sparing Uriah