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!

their flesh, swaying

agony, wanting nothing more than to

trembling with pain.

going to be

happen just yet.

branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household

birthday lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls covered with birthday

was a man clad in white robes roaming the hallways, holding the Phillips father and son by a branch through their stomachs and leaving a trail of blood in

had come for

was going to

no time, the Phillips household turned into hell on

“Help… help!”

go, let

kill my son, please, no, no

for their lives with their children in

sobbed. “Let my son go! He’s only three

He doesn’t

“No—!”

was lifted over his face, and he quickly

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

you won’t

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Uriah’s first wife,

untouched in the bloodbath, but he looked

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

him. “It’s been ten years, but

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

want you to know,

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

expressionless, the arrow

but had

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

could to give

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

could hardly believe what

Not his children?

for so many years,

them to not

world crumbling, his mind shaking

these children weren’t his, but that his most

Uriah was feeling everything Pablo

him

at Pablo with bloodshot eyes as he howled, “You… it’s all your fault! You did this to me, you ruined everything! You took my happiness away from

sparing Uriah