Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Lilly's expression turned cold, and she let out a growl...

“Gimme the pot!” Lilly grabbed the frying pan.

“Clang, clang!” Two sharp and resounding strikes echoed as the pan struck Flesh and Bone.

She beat the two ghosts until they seemed like illusions, leaving them bewildered.

Everyone in the Crawford family shrunk their necks and Blake unconsciously touched the back of his head.

Pablo was baffled, muttering to himself, “When did she get a frying pan as a weapon? Wasn't she just using a scale earlier?” When did she unlock this weapon? Zachary swiftly jotted down in his notebook.

“Weapon, a scale. Power, six stars, capable of shattering bones as sturdy as evil spirits.” “New weapon acquired, a frying pan. Power, eight stars, capable of smashing two evil spirits of similar strength simultaneously.” As Lilly raised her hand, the frying pan vanished in an instant, showcasing her supernatural prowess that nearly matched her master’s.

“Are you going to cooperate? Can you explain yourselves? If not, I'll smash you again!” Lilly warned.

Her expression and tone were deceptively soft, cute, and innocent, making one’s skin crawl and bones tremble with the fear of making any mistakes.

Flesh, feeling discouraged, spoke up, “My name is Pretty Flesh and | reside in the mountains... | don’t belong to the underworld’s ghosts, so I'm not afraid of sunlight, nor do | consume people’s souls.” Lowering its voice slightly, it weakly added, “So, I'm not a bad ghost...” Bone, who was formerly known as the old woman pickling sauerkraut, suddenly grew angry.

She exclaimed, “You may not devour human souls, but you feast on human flesh and blood!” The old woman's voice was filled with resentment and anger.

Lilly responded, “Huh? No way!” As she spoke, she popped a crispy chip into her mouth.

Everyone was left speechless.

The harem spirit and the others, with fiery tempers, demanded, “How do you consume human flesh and blood?” The old woman began her account, “Long ago, when our village was inhabited by many people, my wife, my son, and | lived together as a family of three.” During that time, the era had not yet come to an end, and the mountains were desolate. It was challenging for mountain dwellers to venture out, and it was equally difficult for merchants from outside to enter. Everyone relied on farming for their livelihoods.

“Our family was so poor that my son remained single even in his twenties.” “One day, a young woman wearing a white turban and plain coarse clothing came by, seeking water from us.” “She said that her husband had recently passed away, and after the mourning period, she had no children and no one to depend on. She wanted to return to her mother’s house. Feeling famished and exhausted during her journey, she asked us for some food.” During those times, married daughters faced great difficulties, especially in rural areas where there was a lack of food and clothing. If a husband passed away, the daughters who were married had to return to their homes, and most families were reluctant to take them back in.

“When she told us about her situation, there was still a trace of anxiety, not knowing whether her parents and brothers would drive her away. We felt sorry for her, so we invited her to have dinner with us. As it was getting late, we suggested that she spend the night before continuing her journey.” The house was small, so at night, the old woman and the young woman shared a room. While chatting, the old woman took out some clothes that needed mending, and the young woman offered to help upon noticing it.

As the old woman continued her story, she remarked, “I noticed that she was highly skilled in needlework. Her stitches were meticulous and neat, and she had a tidy way of doing things. | couldn't help but praise her as a good wife and mother. Whoever marries her will be blessed.” Initially, it was just casual conversation, but as the old woman lay in bed that night, the idea became more and more feasible in her mind.

Her twenty-seven-year-old son was still single, and the young woman's husband had passed away. Wasn't it a perfect match? The next morning, the old woman discussed the matter with her husband and son at home. Her husband found it feasible, while the son was somewhat hesitant. However, when he saw the young woman rise early and wash her face by the well, removing her scarf to reveal her black, thick hair and her face resembling a peach blossom, he was captivated by her beauty. Eventually, he agreed.

“So | told this young woman that since she was a widow, her family may not welcome her back. If she remarries in the future, she might not find a good family. If she agrees, she can just live with my son and forget about it.” The old woman thought the young woman would disagree, but to her surprise, the woman expressed gratitude.

Lilly asked, “What did she say?” The old woman sneered and replied, “She spoke kindly and said that she also wished for someone to rely on. If | didn’t mind her rough work and her deceased husband, she would be grateful.” “She also mentioned an old bachelor in her village who had several deceased wives. He had a violent and cruel temperament. If she were to return, her family would arrange a marriage with him, which caused her distress. If she could marry my son, she would be willing to endure any hardships As she only asked for a meal.” No dowry and no wedding... What a perfect arrangement! The old woman's family saw her as a pitiful and innocent woman, someone who was humble and required no expenses. Even if things did not turn out well in the end, their son would still benefit from the situation.

And that was how it happened in just one night.

Lilly blinked and skeptically remarked, “It happened so quickly? They've only known each other for a day.” Her grandmother often said that there was nothing that was too good to be true and that one should not be greedy for small gains.

Lilly thought that the old woman’s family was so bold that any unfamiliar woman passing by would willingly marry into their household.

The harem spirit expressed her disapproval, saying, “So, the two elders are driven by greed, and their son is driven by a desire for the woman's beauty. If he were to propose marriage to a woman, he will soon realize that such a person does not exist at all.” Beauty Painted Skin agreed, saying, “Exactly! So you can’t blame me.” In a fit of anger, Bones struck her, exclaiming, “How can you say it's not your fault?” Refusing to back down, Pretty Flesh retorted, “How can you be so shameless?” Observing the two of them engaged in yet another argument, Lilly intervened by grabbing a frying pan and banging them twice.

Alright, both of them calmed down “Go on,” The harem spirit said, “I'm going to gain ten more pounds.” Everyone was confused.

The old woman continued with bitterness, “On the night my son entered the chamber with her, | fell into a deep sleep. Suddenly, | was plagued by a terrifying nightmare.” “I dreamt that my son entered the room covered in blood, crying out, Mom, I'm gonna get eaten by your daughter-in-law!” Startled awake, the old woman shook her husband awake and told him about her nightmare.

“I feel the same way. My son is tall and has immense strength, while that woman is frail and feeble...” And so she continued.

To her astonishment, as soon as she fell asleep again, she dreamt that her son appeared with disheveled hair, his body reduced to mere bones and shreds of flesh, crying out, “Mom, I'm gonna get eaten!” Terrified, she woke up once more, sensing that something was amiss. She woke up her husband and hurriedly made her way to her son’s room.

The elderly couple opened the windows and were scared nearly to death.

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