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.

she had gained a daughter, a brother, and

Since she’s out now, we need

That’s actually an excuse.

these three

finished, they gave her

no, no! Don’t go

if it cats you? Ghosts eat people,

128 Aren’t These Two

there aren’t any real ghosts, and this is just ar

said, “I know, but it’s still scary. And what if a real ghost sneaks in with

ones?”

read a novel where someone cultivated

believe what she

really their level

mentality since he’s pretty dumb, but Jonathan

are always at

of the world is material; the mind is merely a product

we understand the world. All entities and concepts are compositions

is the only entity that truly exists. Simply put, there are no such things as ghosts. Ghosts are

three cowards uttered hesitantly, “Got it, but

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

tightened his grip on

to free her arm but couldn’t, so she said helplessly, “Oliver, if you’re going to hold on, don’t tear my sleeve! It’s about to come

stop pulling on

trip to the haunted house, and I might lose

who cares about a piece of clothing? Once we get out, I’ll buy you a truckload of

at him,

the commotion, the ghost actually

the ghost’s hands, examining its shape and

“Are you really… Oliver?”

by a voice changer, sounded

sh*t I’m