Spoiled by Eight Uncles

Chapter 440 I’m Tainted, Master

“I had it hard too. I fought with my family a lot just because I helped her. Honestly, I was already kind enough. No one in the village would get close to her.”

Josh asked, “Then why’d you even butt in? You wanted her to rely on you forever? To forage for nothing but wild greens?”

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Hypocrite ghost shook his head. “I’d help anywhere I could. Even lent her my soy sauce when she needed it. Never asked for anything in return. Her mother-in-law wouldn’t stop praising me, telling me how kind I

was.”

Everyone in the village praised his kindness. Even the villages nearby knew of him. Whenever his family. was mentioned, everyone would go, “Oh, that philanthropist. He helped a mother and her ailing family and gave them a place to stay.”

a lot. Even the grocer would give his wife a bit more greens when she bought things from him. Yep, I wasn’t hurting her. If I was hurting her, no one would call me kind. “And I asked some people to get her a job. Couldn’t get one, but I’d been helping her out. Everyone

hypocrite. He as doing all that for his own reputation. Everyone thought he was supporting Lila

build his reputation.

ghost glared at him. “And how did you die?”

“She wouldn’t listen to me and insisted on working. I did everything for her own good, so I lectured her a little, and she cracked my head with a hammer when I

asked, “What did you say to

ghost said sheepishly, “That she was trying to become a gravure model for the new year’s calendar, and that she was shameless for

She couldn’t even complain to anyone. Her children were still too young to know anything, and her MIL basically kept her on a short leash and spoke ill of her even though she was relying on Lila for survival. And she actually praised the useless Sora instead. This b*stard tried to stop her from finding hope, and he had the gall to call her shameless? No wonder she killed

enough, she stuck me into the furnace and burned me up. As if that wasn’t enough, she stuck my ashes into the walls of the toilet. Everyone came back to nothing but some bones and a few patches of blood. They asked her where

for letting them live in the pig pen. I can’t believe it. That wasn’t what they said earlier, but they believed that

I should be respected and celebrated, but she stuffed my remains in the toilet. Toilets in the nineties were unsanitary. The excrement was never flushed, and the toilets were always

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stepped back a little. They didn’t feel it at first, but now they thought the new ghost