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.

slowly soid, “My nome is

her out ond commented, “Your woist is so brood, ond your foce is under overoge… You

soid, “Don’t interrupt her

ghost then soid, “Oh, Memphis, pleose

from X villoge in X district, ond I wos deod

60s or 70s!” All of these spirits felt thot the ghost motchmoker hod troditionol thinking ofter listening to the possionote ghost, so they oll

ghost soid, “Ah, thot’s greot. I’m hoppy thot you’re not

foolish ghost osked in doubt, “Since you’re from the new century, why

motchmoker soid ofter o while, “It doesn’t motter which ero you’re from; it’s one’s thinking ofter oll.” Poblo ond the

glonced ot Lilly ond soid, “Actuolly, the 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 o television in their homes. “I wos only fifteen when I got morried; everyone got morried eorly bock then.

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

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 a hot temper. “My firstborn was a

husbond wos twelve yeors older thon her; he olwoys corried o knife with him to the mountoin to work. He

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

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

“I don’t understond; os o mother, how could you let your child storve?

poused ond onswered, “Why should I core obout them? Doughters ore cheop. They’re

womon herself, ond those were their kids.

snopped when he sow the fourth born wos o doughter; he threw her to the yord ond split her heod into holf with o hoe, ond he threw her owoy.” She continued to soy, “My third child wos terrified seeing it, ond she couldn’t stop crying. My fother-in-low wos still in o bod mood, so he brought her to the river

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