Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 627

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 I reside in the mountains... I don't belong to the underworld's ghosts, so I'm not afraid of sunlight, nor do I 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 I 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."