A Film Queen

Chapter 128 Aren’t These Two Supposed to Be Enemies.

Bang! Suddenly, a cupboard in the room flew open, and out stepped a ghostly figure: a woman with disheveled hair, a pale face, wearing a tattered bridal gown, and clutching a ragged doll.

As soon as the ghost appeared, the room erupted into chaos. The few jumped around, trying to escape.

“Ahhh! Oh, sh*t! It’s a ghost!”

“Mommy, I’m scared! Mommy! Sob…”

“F*ck! Stay away from me! My legs are jelly now. Don’t come near mel”

“Ahhhh!”

Milly covered her ears. How did five people manage to sound like a crowd of fifty?

Despite Milly not saying a word, Jonathan and Oliver somehow zeroed in on her location and latched onto her, as if they had a built–in GPS.

Just like earlier, each took an arm while Michelle clung to her waist.

Milly sighed, exasperated.

Are they really that scared?

She tried to follow the ghost’s movements, looking for any clues on its body. But as soon as she moved, the three cowards clinging to her began wailing again.

“Mommy, don’t leave me! I’m scared!”

“Milly. I’m your brother! If I die, you’ll lose a brother!”

“Ms. Milly, if you abandon me, you’re heartless and a heartbreaker! Who else would be such a loyal and amazing lackey for you?”

Milly sighed deeply.

just half a day, she had gained a daughter, a brother, and a loyal

going to see if the ghost has any clues. Since she’s out now, we need to find

That’s actually an excuse.

I can’t breathe with these three clinging to me while the

as she finished,

go near

if it cats you? Ghosts eat

Two Supposed to

any real ghosts, and this is just

“I know, but it’s still scary. And what if a real

ones?”

in, “Yeah! I read a novel where someone

believe what she

their level

understand Oliver’s mentality since he’s pretty dumb, but

wonder these two are always at

ever study dialectical materialism? The essence of the world is material; the mind is merely a product and reflection

entities and concepts are compositions or expressions of

that truly exists. Simply put, there are no such things as ghosts. Ghosts are just figments of

three cowards uttered hesitantly, “Got it,

honestly, “Ms. Milly, my brain knows there are no ghosts,

tightened his grip on

“Oliver, if you’re going to hold on, don’t

Jonathan, stop pulling on my

trip to the haunted house, and I

opening his eyes. “At a time like this, who cares about a piece of

at him,

the commotion, the ghost

the doll in the ghost’s hands,

“Are you really… Oliver?”

altered by a

almost collapsing to the floor. “Oh. sh*t I’m not. lady! Y–You stay