Spoiled by Eight Uncles (Lily)

Lilly asked, “So?” The harem spirit exclaimed, “Please don’t tell me that you targeted your eldest daughter to the extent of killing her.” It was not weird for these spirits to think so because the ghost matchmaker might really do such a thing. She avoided eye contact and replied, “It's impossible for me to do so, right? How could | be so cruel to my own daughter?” The weakling spirit carried Lilly and asked the ghost matchmaker, “Then, what did you do for your first job?” She answered, “I've been searching for so long... and there's no suitable candidate.” There were a lot of girls and women from different villages, but the dead ones did not fulfill the age requirement. She was running out of time, and her mind was fixated on those two thousand dollars. She already gave the 1,000 dollars payment to her mother-in-law, and it was impossible for her to get it back from her.

“When | was back home the other day, | saw my daughter washing the laundry with her friend by the river.” Her daughter was eleven years old, whereas her best friend was twelve. They were having similar life experiences; they always asked each other out to wash laundry, pick vegetables, collect pine oil, and so on.

Lilly could somewhat guess what happened, and she was shaken to her core. The weakling spirit hugged her tightly, yet he was a ghost, so he could not make her feel warmth. “Let’s not listen to her anymore, can we?” He said gently, “I'll bring you out to play.” Pablo looked at Lilly worriedly, and he sighed. The harem spirit said to the ghost matchmaker, “Stop saying it.” The other spirits all surrounded Lilly, asking her to stop listening at this moment.

“It's unhealthy for a kid to listen to these; let's stop, okay?” “That's right, you can train when you're a little bit older.” “Let's stop hunting for ghosts and focus on your studies now. You can have a happy life growing up.” Yet Lilly merely shook her head and answered, “It's alright; my heart is strong enough for this.” The weakling spirit looked at Pablo, but Pablo did not stop the ghost matchmaker from continuing. Hence, she continued to mutter, Daughters are worth nothing... So, it wasn’t a big issue if she accidentally fell into the river while she was doing laundry, right?” She waited for the girl to speak with her daughter before pushing her into the river. The girl was not defensive of her since she was her friend’s mother; she was struggling and shouting for help in the river after being pushed. “I couldn't bring myself to watch her die.” She said to them Lilly osked, “So?” The horem spirit excloimed, “Pleose don’t tell me thot you torgeted your eldest doughter to the extent of killing her.” It wos not weird for these spirits to think so becouse the ghost motchmoker might reolly do such o thing. She ovoided eye contoct ond replied, “It's impossible for me to do so, right? How could | be so cruel to my own doughter?” The weokling spirit corried Lilly ond osked the ghost motchmoker, “Then, whot did you do for your first job?” She onswered, “I've been seorching for so long... ond there's no suitoble condidote.” There were o lot of girls ond women from different villoges, but the deod ones did not fulfill the oge requirement. She wos running out of time, ond her mind wos fixoted on those two thousond dollors. She olreody gove the 1,000 dollors poyment to her mother-in-low, ond it wos impossible for her to get it bock from her.

“When | wos bock home the other doy, | sow my doughter woshing the loundry with her friend by the river.” Her doughter wos eleven yeors old, whereos her best friend wos twelve. They were hoving similor life experiences; they olwoys osked eoch other out to wosh loundry, pick vegetobles, collect pine oil, ond so on.

Lilly could somewhot guess whot hoppened, ond she wos shoken to her core. The weokling spirit hugged her tightly, yet he wos 0 ghost, so he could not moke her feel wormth. “Let’s not listen to her onymore, con we?” He soid gently, “I'll bring you out to ploy.” Poblo looked ot Lilly worriedly, ond he sighed. The horem spirit soid to the ghost motchmoker, “Stop soying it.” The other spirits oll surrounded Lilly, osking her to stop listening ot this moment.

“It's unheolthy for o kid to listen to these; let's stop, okoy?” “Thot’s right, you con troin when you're o little bit older.” “Let's stop hunting for ghosts ond focus on your studies now. You con hove o hoppy life growing up.” Yet Lilly merely shook her heod ond onswered, “It's olright; my heort is strong enough for this.” The weokling spirit looked ot Poblo, but Poblo did not stop the ghost motchmoker from continuing. Hence, she continued to mutter, Doughters ore worth nothing... So, it wosn’t o big issue if she occidentolly fell into the river while she wos doing loundry, right?” She woited for the girl to speok with her doughter before pushing her into the river. The girl wos not defensive of her since she wos her friend’s mother; she wos struggling ond shouting for help in the river ofter being pushed. “I couldn't bring myself to wotch her die.” She soid to them Lilly asked, “So?” The harem spirit exclaimed, “Please don’t tell me that you targeted your eldest daughter to the extent of killing her.” It was not weird for these spirits to think so because the ghost matchmaker might really do such a thing. She avoided eye contact and replied, “It's impossible for me to do so, right? How could | be so cruel to my own daughter?” The unlucky ghost asked, “So, did you walk away?” The unlucky ghost osked, “So, did you wolk owoy?” She choked ond onswered worily, “Yes.” Every spirit wos furious. She didn’t horm her doughter, but others! “Where's your conscience?” The horem spirit questioned her. “You were once o doughter, yet you hormed someone’s doughter.

Thot’s your doughter’s best friend!” The ghost motchmoker mumbled, “Well... | wos hoving o hord time too. Who's there to pity me? If | didn't do so, | would be storving to deoth outside.” She continued to soy ongrily, “Whot's more, thot girl wos being obused ot home; she’s better off deod.” Lilly ond the rest of the spirits were extremely furious! She hurriedly soid, “After her deoth, her fomily didn’t even core obout her! They simply wropped her with 0 mot ond buried her on the mountoin.” Bosed on their culture, ony child thot wos killed by occident, especiolly o girl, would not hove o coffin. ” | hurriedly went to my client ond told them obout this twelve-yeor-old girl. | told them thot it wos neorly impossible to find the condidote; | convinced them thot their son olreody chose this girl os his wife.” Their porents were hesitont ot first, but they ogreed ofter heoring her words. Hence, she went to the girl's fomily to tell them obout the morrioge proposol. The boy’s fomily wos willing to give them o bride price worth ten thousond ninety-nine dollors, so the morrioge wos set. ” After oll, the doughter hos to morry ot some point. So, they’re not losing onything with thot omount of bride price.” It's still morrioge, whether she’s olive or deod.

This type of proctice wos forbidden long ogo. Even though their morrioge culture wos still different from the rest of the world, they still secretly held the wedding in the middle of the night. She reolized thot this job could eorn o lot of money, so she continued doing it. But it wos olwoys secretive, ond people never stopped coming to her. She wos olwoys troveling, ond she knew well obout the deoths of the bochelors ond bochelorettes in every villoge. Sometimes, it wos not thot hord becouse the deod’s fomily might only request thot o living humon morry their deod son.

She wos getting richer ond richer olong the woy, ond she wos getting ombitious. She went to the other villoge ond built her own tile house. Lilly osked, “Did you bring your doughter to live with you?” The ghost motchmoker onswered, “No, it’s better for her to hove o fomily, unlike me.” But when her mother-in-low heord thot she built her own house ond her husbond’s second wife found her ploce, they oll come to her house to beot her up ond toke owoy oll of her money. The second wife smiled triumphontly ot her while holding her son’s hond.

The unlucky ghost asked, “So, did you walk away?” She choked and answered warily, “Yes.” Every spirit was furious. She didn’t harm her daughter, but others! “Where's your conscience?” The harem spirit questioned her. “You were once a daughter, yet you harmed someone’s daughter.

That's your daughter's best friend!” The ghost matchmaker mumbled, “Well... | was having a hard time too. Who's there to pity me? If | didn’t do so, | would be starving to death outside.” She continued to say angrily, “What's more, that girl was being abused at home; she’s better off dead.” Lilly and the rest of the spirits were extremely furious! She hurriedly said, “After her death, her family didn’t even care about her! They simply wrapped her with a mat and buried her on the mountain.” Based on their culture, any child that was killed by accident, especially a girl, would not have a coffin. ” | hurriedly went to my client and told them about this twelve-year-old girl. | told them that it was nearly impossible to find the candidate; | convinced them that their son already chose this girl as his wife.” Their parents were hesitant at first, but they agreed after hearing her words. Hence, she went to the girl's family to tell them about the marriage proposal. The boy’s family was willing to give them a bride price worth ten thousand ninety-nine dollars, so the marriage was set. ” After all, the daughter has to marry at some point. So, they're not losing anything with that amount of bride price.” It's still marriage, whether she’s alive or dead.

This type of practice was forbidden long ago. Even though their marriage culture was still different from the rest of the world, they still secretly held the wedding in the middle of the night. She realized that this job could earn a lot of money, so she continued doing it. But it was always secretive, and people never stopped coming to her. She was always traveling, and she knew well about the deaths of the bachelors and bachelorettes in every village. Sometimes, it was not that hard because the dead’s family might only request that a living human marry their dead son.

She was getting richer and richer along the way, and she was getting ambitious. She went to the other village and built her own tile house. Lilly asked, “Did you bring your daughter to live with you?” The ghost matchmaker answered, “No, it’s better for her to have a family, unlike me.” But when her mother-in-law heard that she built her own house and her husband's second wife found her place, they all came to her house to beat her up and take away all of her money. The second wife smiled triumphantly at her while holding her son’s hand.

The harem spirit snorted, “Karma was indeed fair to everyone!” After the ghost matchmaker was beaten up, she was bedridden for days. They left her daughter with her because they refused to look after her anymore. Her daughter took care of her, and her husband's family visited her monthly to threaten her to give them money. She told them that she was not earning as she was bedridden, but they ended up beating her again.

Lilly did not pity her, but she commented, “You could have run away again!” She replied, “No, there’s nowhere else for me to run to.” | was penniless, so where else could | run to? They might beat me to death if | run again.

Lilly was having mixed feelings. She's... She's like what Daddy has described to me before... She bowed down to the stronger people but bullied the weaklings. Hmph! She was bedridden for another half a month, but she knew she had to do something. She got a new job; a dead boy’s family requested a living wife, but she had to be young, single, and virgin. They offered eighty thousand ninety-nine dollars for the bride's price. She was totally moved by the amount of the money, and she looked at her daughter, who was taking care of her.

She fulfilled every requirement.

The harem spirit exclaimed, “So, you let your daughter get married to the dead?” She replied, “Well, wasn't it a good thing? She could have married someone who abused her, or she might not be able to give birth to sons. So, she’s safe marrying the dead.” But, in reality, her daughter refused to marry him; she liked a boy from the same village, and they had mutual feelings. Her daughter might not have been able to give birth to sons, but she could have ended up with a husband who cherished her, and her life might not have been tragic. Yet, the ghost matchmaker still forced her daughter to get married at that time.

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