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Chapter 745 Master, You’re a Liar

It was a spooky midnight when she let her daughter get married; there were unknown crying sounds on

the road; some wild cat was meowing. She was actually afraid back then, but the ceremony went

smoothly, and her daughter ended up a slave in that family. But she did not care about her because

she felt that her daughter belonged to their family now; it was her fate to marry into that family. She ran

away with the bride price to a county seat, and she remarried. However, that man used her money too,

so she had to expand her market.

But the outside world was different from the villages; they were law-abiding citizens, and the parents

would not agree to let their dead daughter marry a dead man. "Although things were getting rough, I

earned so much more by just completing a job." The ghost matchmaker continued to say, "Sometimes,

the rich people were even more superstitious." She accepted a very big offer for her last job. She could

earn hundreds of thousands of dollars, excluding the bride's price. Her client had stricter requirements

back to them: they wanted a dead woman who was a virgin, single, of the same age as their dead son,

and had graduated from college. She searched for a very long time until she found the suitable

candidate, but the dead girl’s parents chased her out with a steel stick.

She was unwilling to give up hundreds of thousands of dollars; she wanted to complete her last job and

retire since she was getting old. So… She secretly dug out the girl's ashes. "There were a lot of people

doing this in our field. It was hard to find a suitable candidate. And as the time passed, many families

refused to let their daughters marry the dead." So, it was common for the ghost matchmakers to steal

the corpses, but many of them managed to run away, leaving the families crying behind.

The weakling spirit snorted, "You guys are immoral!"

She answered, "How is this immoral? We’re finding partners for the dead. She continued to say, "Death

is worth nothing. So why don’t we earn from it?"

Lilly’s heart ached after hearing her words! She bit her blanket hard. Pablo patted her back and asked,

"Were you beaten to death?"

She nodded and answered, "Yes, that girl’s family beat me to death. And they crucified me on her

grave to pay for my sin." Her new husband only cared about her money, so he did not look for her after

her disappearance. And her daughter, her first husband, and his family would never look for her either.

So, her body was left on the grave, exposed to the extreme weather. The beasts that passed by would

bite her bones away. Her soul was stuck at the grave, and years after years, she became a malignant

spirit.

Every spirit thought that she reaped what she sowed. And the unscrupulous spirit commented, "It’s

such a tragedy! Even worse than mine!"

The spirits wanted to ask about the unscrupulous spirit’s and the greedy spirit’s deaths, but seeing how

weary Lilly was, they decided not to ask. The weakling spirit asked, "Lilly, how are you?"

She merely shook her head. The weakling spirit felt sorry for her. Lilly’s heart gets heavier each time

she gets to know the story of the malignant spirit. She’s somehow reliving their deaths on a different

level. The weakling spirit felt that Pablo was too cruel. Why must Lilly train now? Why can’t she train at

eighteen years old?

Suddenly, Pablo’s heart ached, and he coughed drastically. He would be healing in the jar of souls in

these few days, yet the King of Cities injured him badly. This kind of injury could not be healed in the

evil energy vein in the jar of souls. None of them realized that a strand of his hair had turned white. He

smiled bitterly; he did not want to be cruel. Actually, he was not worried about his injury; even if he were

gone, there would be a lot of people and spirits supporting Lilly. But… He accidentally saw something

he should not have seen in the Palace of the Ruler of Hell the other day. Lilly’s life would end when she

was eighteen. He could not afford to feel sorry for her. He was worried that she might fail her tribulation,

and it would be forever damaging for her.

The weakling spirit realized something was off about Pablo. In the night, he whispered to the harem

spirit inside the jar of souls, "Master Belmont seems off today, and he was so much stricter to Lilly

today..."

The harem spirit whispered, "Are you implying that he might be dying?"

He replied, "It’s just my guess, or else he doesn’t have to be rushing..."

Lilly suddenly asked, "What are the two of you talking about?" She overheard their conversation when

she was falling asleep. She panicked and asked, "Are you guys saying that the Master is dying?"

The weakling spirit did not expect her to be able to hear their conversation. But the jar belonged to her

after all, so it was not a surprise that she could actually hear. Yet, usually, when the jar was closed, she

would not hear what they said if she did not focus. The weakling spirit came out and asked gently, "Lilly,

are you having insomnia? Why are you listening to our conversation all of a sudden?"

Lilly was in a daze. Master is dying? Impossible! How can my master be totally gone? She hurriedly

snatched the Tortoise and said in a shaking voice, "Mr. Tortoise, I’m sorry if I hurt you. Please forgive

me." The Tortoise was no ordinary tortoise; it could predict certain things about the future. He leaned

his head against Lilly’s finger, as if comforting her. She flipped it over as she lit some yellow sparks with

her fingers; the sparks were burning its shell, but it was closing its eyes the entire time, enduring the

pain in silence. The shell broke open with a soft thud.

The harem spirit muttered, "This is the authentic Turtle Shell Oracle."

Lilly’s face turned pale as she looked at the pattern of the shell. The weakling spirit asked, "What’s

wrong?"

She pursed her lips and refused to speak. Her tiny body was trembling; she would have cried already if

it were last time. "I’m alright," She muttered. "I’ll sleep now. Goodnight everyone." She tucked herself in

bed while she was hugging the Tortoise. She closed her eyes; the Tortoise adjusted its position, and it

slept soundly in her embrace.

The harem spirit and the weakling spirit looked at each other in silence; the weakling spirit whispered,

"Lilly, we’ll always be with you." He caressed her head and kissed gently on her forehead, and then he

went back into the jar.

On this quiet night, tears were streaming down Lilly’s face. The master is a liar! Liar!