Chapter 687: Killed by the Neighbor’s Widow

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The unlucky ghost became even more pleased with himself. He glanced at the flirtatious ghost and the others. So what if he went back on his word? With more lice, there was no fear of itchiness. With more debts, there was no fear!

The flirtatious ghost and the others were speechless. They did want to snatch the candy because the candy Amelia gave them was not only sweet, but also had other functions. Anyway, every time they ate it, they felt their souls become purer and stronger. However, since the unlucky ghost had licked it, they could not take it anymore.

The flirtatious ghost looked at the unlucky ghost. “You can’t afford to play! Don’t play mahjong with us next time!”

The hypocritical ghost couldn’t figure it out. It was just a candy. Was there a need to do this?

Amelia looked at the hypocritical ghost and yawned. She asked with interest, “Your name is hypocritical ghost? How did you die?”

The flirtatious ghost peeled the candy and asked while eating, “What’s your name? What’s your birth date?”

The cowardly ghost was also familiar with the routine. “Where did you live? How did you die?”

Seven suddenly flapped his wings and shouted, “Wait! William! Call William!”

The hypocritical ghost:

Amelia did run off to get William. He had developed a habit of jotting it down in his notebook every time, something about using it for some kind of invention.

After a while, William came over.

The group of ghosts and two children were sitting on the stools, waiting to hear the story. This made the hypocritical ghost a little confused.

William looked at the ghost camera and confirmed that the hypocritical ghost was still there. He urged, “Hurry up, hurry up. We still have to pick up Harper from the hospital today.”

Amelia also urged, “Hurry up, hurry up. After listening to the story, we still have to pick up Brother Harper from the hospital!”

The hypocritical ghost glanced at Elmer, who was furthest away. He took a deep breath and said, “My name is Eddy Zill. I was born in the 60s and died in the early 90s.”

William took notes in his notebook as he asked, “How did you die?”

The hypocritical ghost continued, “I was killed by my neighbor, the widow…”

The flirtatious ghost perked up. “Oh, widow? Killed? How did it happen? Tell me about it.”

The hypocritical ghost:  Just as he was about to speak, the cowardly ghost suddenly glanced at Amelia and asked, “The matter between you and the neighbor’s widow can be discussed, right?” He had to confirm it. After all, Mia was still young.

The hypocritical ghost said in a muffled voice, “There’s nothing I can’t say. I’m a hypocritical ghost, not a pervert.”

The flirtatious ghost: “… Cough cough!”

The hypocritical ghost continued, “In the 1990s, the economy was booming, and people were more open-minded. There were even photos of women in bikinis on some calendars, and everyone’s lives became better.

The hypocritical ghost: “At that time, before he died, the neighbor liked to gamble. There were four children and also his mother in the family. When Yali’s husband was still around, he didn’t treat her well. Because of gambling, when he lost money, he sold everything in the house. Yali stopped him, so he hit Yali. When it was serious, he broke Yali’s leg and even poured boiling water down her throat, saying that she talked too much! From then on, Yali lost a leg and became mute.”

The hypocritical ghost: “Yali’s family is poor. Usually, she’s the only one raising the four children. The others’ lives all got a little better. Only her family was the exception. They relied on Yali to dig wild vegetables up the mountain to fill their stomachs. Seeing that their family’s life was difficult, I would occasionally give them rice and a few steamed buns. At that time, her husband still gambled every day, so Yali took the marriage certificate and wanted a divorce. I persuaded her not to get a divorce.”

The flirtatious ghost said, “What? It’s already like this. If you don’t get a divorce, what are you keeping him around for?”

The hypocritical ghost frowned. “It’s easy to get a divorce now, but you don’t know that back then, after a divorce, women would be criticized. I advised Yali not to get a divorce for her own good. She’s a woman with four children, and she’s crippled and mute. Who would want her? How can a woman live without a man?”

William was speechless. “It’s better to be alone than with a gambling addict husband, right?” He did not understand. The man was gambling, breaking his wife’s legs, and making her mute. This was domestic violence! How could they expect her to live with such a man?

The hypocritical ghost said, “You’re a child. You don’t understand. Women are women after all. They’ll say that they want a divorce on impulse. Didn’t you think about the children at home? She still has an old granny. What will happen to them if they get a divorce? In that era, which man didn’t hit his wife? This isn’t a big deal.”