Anyone Dares Bully you, Call Uncles! novel Chapter 924

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!

The splintered branches drove into their flesh, swaying slightly in the wind.

Uriah and Master Phillips let out cries of agony, wanting nothing more than to be killed on the spot.

"Pablo, just… just kill me!" Uriah was trembling with pain. "Kill me if you can!"

He knew that he was going to be a dead man for sure today.

Yet Pablo refused to let that happen just yet. "What's the rush? I've got more, you know?"

He held Uriah and his father by the branch pierced through them, walking through the Phillips household just like that.

The birthday lanterns were still brightly shining, the walls covered with birthday decorations.

Yet there 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 his wake!

The malignant spirit had come for revenge!

Everyone was going to suffer, regardless of age!

In no time, the Phillips household turned into hell on earth.

"Help… help!"

"Please, let me go, let me go…"

"Don't kill my son, please, no, no no—"

Uriah's wives were terrified, running for their lives with their children in tow— but not a single one of them was able to escape.

"Pablo… Pablo! Please stop, don't…" Uriah sobbed. "Let my son go! He's only three years old…"

"Pablo, please, please, Bertie was just born yesterday! He doesn't know anything, he's innocent! Please let him go, Pablo—!"

"No—!"

The baby's brightly-colored quilt was lifted over his face, and he quickly stopped crying.

Master Phillips burst into sobs. "Pablo, how could you do this? Are you even human?"

"Pablo, you won't live this down!"

Pablo himself, was expressionless.

At the last backyard.

Where Uriah's first wife, Sylvia lived!