All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

Chapter 44: Jiang Family (2)

The old man’s narration made Yang Xuming understand a little bit.

Is this why the woman who smiled happily on the marriage certificate was finally rejected by the two daughters of the family?

Because of fear, mental disorder?

But instead of interrupting, he continued to listen to the old man.

“But although your cousin is under great pressure, he is very hardworking and able to endure hardships and make money.”

“Over the years, he has been working on the construction site, frugal, not only built his own house, but the family situation has also improved a lot.”

“Although your cousin doesn’t care at home, your cousin Jiang Xiaoyu is very sensible…Well, Jiang Xiaoyu is your cousin’s eldest daughter, and the youngest daughter is Jiang Xin.”

“They all studied in Central Elementary School before.”

“When your cousin was out to work, Xiao Yu was doing almost all the work at home, and she was also taking care of her younger sister.”

“In addition, Xiao Yu studies hard and has good grades, so his family’s situation is actually getting better and better.”

“But almost four years ago, right? Your cousin had an accident on the construction site and injured a leg.”

“The site boss is a black-hearted businessman, and he sent your cousin back with just a thousand dollars.”

“Your cousin is honest, he dare not go to the boss to make trouble and ask for money, no matter how I persuade him, he won’t listen.”

“Besides, he was afraid of spending money in the hospital, so he just sat at home to recuperate, and didn’t go to the hospital for an examination at all.”

“As a result, when we discovered that the situation was not right, his foot injury had deteriorated to the point where he could only be amputated.”

“In order to heal his feet, almost all his savings were emptied.”

“During that time, he would occasionally come to me for a drink, crying while drinking, crying why his life is so bitter, his wife doesn’t care about him, and he has worked very hard, but he still has to suffer.”

“I can only comfort him, and then contact him for a while and ask him to go to town to sell fruit.”

“Although it’s not as good as making money by working on the construction site, selling fruit is enough to support the family, to be honest.”

“But your cousin… eh…”

When the old man said this, he seemed to think of something very unpleasant, and his expression was very sad.

Although Yang Xuming guessed what it was, he still asked ignorantly, “What happened to my cousin?”

The old man sighed long and said uncomfortably, “Your cousin finally got the family life back on track, but in the end he met a liar.”

“That liar is a wet sprite.” (Note: wet sprite, [read in Guizhou dialect])

“She lied to your cousin that the reason why your cousin has been unlucky is because there is no Bodhisattva to bless you. If you spend money to invite a Bodhisattva to come home, you will be able to bless your family.”

“And your cousin also believed her rhetoric, and spent almost 5,000 yuan to invite a Bodhisattva home.”

“But this is just the beginning.”

“Later, this liar often went to your cousin’s house, and every time he went, he cheated money.”

“Almost all of your cousin’s savings were deceived by this liar.”

The words of the old man made Yang Xuming a little daunted-this time it was really daunting.

“Wet sprite? What is that?”

It was the first time he heard this term.

The old man explained, “This is a kind of folk belief in Guizhou… if you say it is belief, it is actually feudal superstition.”

“Wet sprites are all older women who claim to be able to talk to Bodhisattvas, fortune-telling, and getting rid of bad luck.”

“Similar to Mr. Yin Yang, but completely different.”

“Mr. Yin and Yang mostly relies on watching Feng Shui, leading the funeral, or giving people [jie (gai) body] to make money. Generally speaking, he still depends on his ability to feed.”

“Although both are regarded as feudal superstitions, the latter still has something to say. Wet sprites are basically deceived by fraud.”

The old man said, “In more written language, the wet sprite is actually a liar goddess.”

Yang Xuming was speechless, “…what’s the name of this wet sprite?”

This is the point.

Obviously, this wet sprite is an important object of the Jiang sisters’ resentment.

In those days, the Jiang family’s father jumped off a cliff and committed suicide, his mother became a ghost, and the Jiang sisters became a ghost, and only the liar and god-wife remained.

The old man said, “That wet sprite is called Gu Yue’e.”

“…?!” The moment the name was spoken, the “Record of Life and Death” in Yang Xuming’s pocket suddenly shook.

But Yang Xuming still sat there calmly and continued to listen to the old man.

“During that time, this wet sprite completely became the spiritual support of your cousin.”

“Your cousin believes everything she said.”

“Although this kind of thing sounds very ridiculous, it is actually very easy to understand.”

The old man said helplessly, “Your cousin has worked so hard in this life. He has always relied on honest duties and hard work to make money.”

“But no matter how hard he tries, life seems to be embarrassing him. Under multiple blows, the so-called Bodhisattva of the wet sprite became his only spiritual support.”

“Similar to those who desperately believe in a cult.”

“And the final deterioration of the matter may be related to the abandonment of the Central Primary School three years ago…”

The old man said, “Three years ago, the school was abandoned because it could not recruit enough teachers.”

“The students in the school were assigned to other primary schools nearby.”

“But that happened to be when your cousin Jiang Xiaoyu was about to enter junior high school. With her grades, I hope that she will be sent to the county second high school to go to junior high school.”

“If she can really go to County No. 2 High School, with Xiao Yu’s diligence and intelligence, it will be easy to get into a good university.”

“But in the last few months, the school was abandoned, and they had to transfer to other schools.”

“And how could the principals of other schools give precious places to someone like her that is irrelevant.”

“She has transferred schools, and basically has nothing to do with good schools like the county’s No. 2 Middle School and the No. 3 Middle School.”

The old man said with a wry smile, “So, this is probably the last straw that will overwhelm your cousin.”

“In the past, Thaksin believed in himself, but life became more and more bumpy.”

“Now he has spent all his savings to support a bodhisattva, expecting the bodhisattva to bless himself, but the bodhisattva failed to bless him either.”

“All thoughts were lost, he finally chose to commit suicide by jumping off the cliff…”

“Your cousin is really a poor man.”

After listening to the old man’s story, Yang Xuming remained silent.

He knew that the reason why Jiang Yun committed suicide by jumping off the cliff was not so simple.

It may also be related to the death of the two sisters.

Perhaps he found that he had spent so much money to believe in goddesses and bodhisattvas, but instead of making his family better, he killed his two daughters and finally committed a mental breakdown before committing suicide?