Chapter 285 - 285 285 Cleansing Nine Generations of Women

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Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Cleansing Nine Generations of Women, Family Prosperity Chapter 285: Chapter 285: Cleansing Nine Generations of Women, Family Prosperity Scarlett Jennings frowned slightly upon hearing those four words. She had never heard of “first daughter drowning,” but she had come across it in books distributed by the Taoism Academy. “First daughter drowning, nine generations washed, the family prospers.” The ghost’s voice recited those twelve words in a low tone, yet there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Ariel Zimmerman looked bewildered and quietly asked Evander Simpson beside her, “What is first daughter drowning?” Evander, having apparently heard of it, wore a displeased expression but still explained, “That was an evil technique of geomancy once believed in ancient times; the so-called first daughter drowning was the practice of drowning the firstborn daughters of the first family branch. They believed that after nine generations of this ritual, the family’s fortune would change, leading to future prosperity.” Upon hearing Evander’s explanation, not only Ariel but even the staff nearby, along with the viewers in the livestream, could not help but widen their eyes. They knew ancient feudal societies had many abhorrent customs, yet they had never thought there existed such a malignant evil technique. As if hearing Evander’s explanation, the ghost suddenly descended slowly from mid-air. She paid no attention to the soul stabilizing talisman trapping her, only sneering coldly as she spoke of her own family, “The family I belonged to, though having a modest fortune, was not a prominent one. Not sure which generation of the family head desperately wanted the family to prosper and began the nine generations of first daughter drowning after hearing of the method.” “For every generation thereafter, the firstborn daughters of the first family branch were drowned in the presence of the family, and the bodies were buried at the doorstep, trampled underfoot. This continued for eight generations... And I was the ninth-born daughter.” “Luckier than the previous eight generations, I had a mother who understood and loved me.” “My mother was born into a scholarly family, one of the few educated women of her time. Before marrying, she was unaware of such a ‘tradition’ in the family. When she accidentally learned everything during her first pregnancy, she refused to accept her fate as her mother-in-law did.” “After finding out that the firstborn was likely a girl, she bribed the midwife to announce my birth as a boy, raising me as a son thereafter. To prevent further daughters, she secretly took contraceptive potions until she could no longer bear children.” “Though I was a girl, I never lived a day as one. Since I became aware, my mother constantly taught me to keep the secret. I knew that if my identity was exposed, it would be the end for both my mother and me, so I always played the part well.” Raised like a boy. Attending school, reading, fighting, practicing martial arts. I gradually convinced myself that I was a boy. But any secret eventually gets uncovered. The day the truth was revealed, the malicious and fierce faces of the family members, even after a hundred years, were still vivid in my memory. The elders who once spoke kindly to me given my “first family son” status turned twisted and vicious, glaring venomously at my mother and me, cursing that we ruined the family’s grand plan and obliterated a hundred years of effort. That day, my mouth was stuffed, and I was tied up in a water cage, forced to watch as they put my mother on a pyre on the riverbank. Everyone screamed furiously for us to be dealt with. And my father, he remained silent from start to finish. I watched helplessly as those family members burnt my mother alive. Until her body turned to char, they looked satisfied. Then they turned their eyes back on me. I was bound to a rock and drowned in the pond. In my last moment of despair, I saw several similar stones at the bottom of the pond. I knew those belonged to the eight drowned baby girls before me. Once I died, perhaps like the eight girls before me, after fish in the pond consumed my body, my bones would be retrieved, crushed, and paved on the stone path before the door, thus completing the task of nine generations of first daughter drowning, welcoming the family’s future prosperity. But why should it be so? Why should my mother and I die for such people in the family? Why could they trample our bones and rightfully enjoy wealth and prosperity after our deaths? I couldn’t accept it. Perhaps because I was the crucial ninth generation, or perhaps out of unwillingness, I absorbed the resentful energy of the previous eight infant spirits in the pond and turned into a vengeful ghost. I wanted to slaughter all those family members and let them experience the family’s downfall firsthand. Such a family did not deserve to exist. What a pity, I hadn’t yet acted when the elders and my father were taken away by my mother, who had also turned into a ghost spirit. She said giving birth to me in such a family was a disservice to me. She said it was her regret as a mother to not protect her daughter in life, and she wouldn’t let her daughter be stained by sin in death. So she bore the sin of murder for me, leaving a final curse on the remaining family members. She didn’t let them die; she made them watch as their family no longer bore sons, enduring poverty and hardship for a century with no hope of prosperity. After casting the curse, my mother vanished before me. “I harbored the resentful energy of eight generations, yet I didn’t reincarnate as mother wished. Instead, I stayed with the family.” The ghost laughed as she spoke, “I wanted to fulfill my mother’s curse and witness the family’s gradual decline myself.” And she indeed succeeded. For years, with her stationed in the family, no sons were born, and every family member suffered in poverty and hardship all their lives. And this year marked exactly a century. She watched the last descendant of that family exhale their final breath, witnessing the extinction of all family members. Having lost her target, she returned to the old mansion where she had been drowned. Only to find that it had been turned into a film studio. She remembered her mother’s teachings in life and in death, not to harm others. Yet she happened to see the mockery scenes filmed by the “Prosperous Age” crew, belittling the legitimate daughter. Her century-old hatred toward the family had faded, yet she couldn’t help but recall the faces of those family members upon hearing the actors’ demeaning words towards women. So she made her move. Initially, it was just mischief, but gradually, her past grievances against the family and unfair society were reignited by the unfolding scenes. And just then, upon hearing the maiden played by Scarlett Jennings recount her own past, and the line “destroy the Zimmerman Family,” the ghost along with the eight generations of previously suppressed grievances in her unleashed uncontrollably... After hearing the ghost’s tale, everyone:... At a loss for whether to lament the ghost’s past, or be moved by the mother-daughter bond between the ghost and her mother, or marvel at how Scarlett Jennings managed to pinpoint the ghost’s pain and resonate with her...

Chapter 285 - 285 285 Cleansing Nine Generations of Women

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