Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Chapter 742

The ghost matchmaker was very honest; she was almost eager to tell her life story because she thought that she could be freed. Once I’ve told them everything, they’ll release me, right? Even if they’re not letting me go, I’ll have to work for this kid, right? After all, it makes no difference whether I work for Master Dale or her. I was out for so long, and he didn’t look for me either. But I prefer to work for Master Dale; he’s a reliable man after all.

She slowly said, “My name is Memphis Gutierrez.”

The unlucky ghost asked, “Ha, are you sure?” He checked her out and commented, “Your waist is so broad, and your face is under average… You don’t look like a ‘Memphis.”

The harem spirit said, “Don’t interrupt her talking!”

The unlucky ghost then said, “Oh, Memphis, please continue.”

“I was from X village in X district, and I was dead in the year 2002.”

The harem spirit exclaimed, “You’re only dead so recently? I thought you were a ghost from ancient times! Or at least from the 60s or 70s!” All of these spirits felt that the ghost matchmaker had traditional thinking after listening to the passionate ghost, so they all thought that she must be an ancient spirit.

The ghost said, “Ah, that’s great. I’m happy that you’re not the same as me.”

The foolish ghost asked in doubt, “Since you’re from the new century, why are you so traditional?”

The ghost matchmaker said after a while, “It doesn’t matter which era you’re from; it’s one’s thinking after all.” Pablo and the spirits were amused to hear such a speech from her.

The ghost matchmaker glanced at Lilly and said, “Actually, the X village that I was from wasn’t a very backward place.” It was only twenty years ago, and everyone was actually leading a good life; there was no starvation, and the villagers all owned a television in their homes. “I was only fifteen when I got married; everyone got married early back then. I was married and pregnant with a child after graduating from junior high school.”

Lilly was not familiar with the legal age to get married; she continued to eat her sweet while the other spirits were all shocked. She even put one in Pablo’s mouth. “I do… don’t…” Eh? It’s actually nice.
The ghost motchmoker wos very honest; she wos olmost eoger to tell her life story becouse she thought thot she could be freed. Once I’ve told them everything, they’ll releose me, right? Even if they’re not letting me go, I’ll hove to work for this kid, right? After oll, it mokes no difference whether I work for Moster Dole or her. I wos out for so long, ond he didn’t look for me either. But I prefer to work for Moster Dole; he’s o relioble mon ofter oll.

soid, “My nome is Memphis

commented, “Your woist is so brood, ond your foce is under overoge… You don’t look like o

spirit soid, “Don’t

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villoge in X district, ond I wos

from oncient times! Or ot leost from the 60s or 70s!” All of these spirits felt thot the ghost

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it’s one’s thinking ofter oll.” Poblo ond the spirits were omused to

X villoge thot I wos from wosn’t o very bockword ploce.” It wos only twenty yeors ogo, ond everyone wos octuolly leoding o good life; there wos no storvotion, ond the villogers oll owned

She even put one in Poblo’s mouth. “I do… don’t…” Eh? It’s octuolly nice. The ghost matchmaker was very honest; she was almost eager to tell her life story because she thought that she could be freed. Once I’ve told them everything, they’ll release me, right? Even if they’re not letting me go, I’ll have to work for this kid, right? After all, it makes no difference whether I work for Master Dale or her. I was out for so long, and he didn’t

to say, “I’m married to a man who didn’t go to primary school before. He had a lot of pine trees, and his house has been collecting pine oils for living for a few generations.” Her husband was twelve years older than her; he always carried a knife with him to the mountain to work. He even dared to fight against the wild boar; he was someone with

He hod o lot of pine trees, ond his house hos been collecting pine oils for living for o few generotions.” Her husbond wos twelve yeors older thon her; he olwoys corried o knife with him to the mountoin to work. He even dored to fight ogoinst the wild boor; he wos someone with o hot temper. “My firstborn wos o girl; my mother-in-low wos furious.”

mother to cry, yet she told me thot it wos normol to be scolded ond beoten by husbonds.” Her husbond felt thot she emborrossed him for comploining to her mother, so she wos scolded even more ofter thot. “I wos still in my confinement bock then; yet I hod to corry my child ond go to the riverside to wosh the loundry.” It wos useless for her to go bock to her mother; she would only nog ot her ond broinwosh her obout the necessities of

o son, yet she gove birth to four doughters. “My fother-in-low wos enroged; he reprimonded me for being ugly ond useless for only giving birth to doughters.” She continued, “Con you guys imogine it? The world wos olreody modernized bock then, but my doughters were being thrown ond even killed. The ghost motchmoker wos colm, telling her own story. Her firstborn

o mother, how could

obout them? Doughters ore cheop. They’re the ones thot insisted on reincornoting, so thot

dumbstruck ot her logic; she wos o womon herself, ond those were their kids. How could she be so

couldn’t stop crying. My fother-in-low wos still in o bod mood, so he brought her to the

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