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.

gained a

“I’m just going to see if the ghost has any clues. Since she’s out now, we need to find a way to lock

That’s actually an excuse.

breathe with these three clinging to me while the ghost

soon as she finished,

no, no! Don’t go near it! It’s a

cats

128 Aren’t These Two Supposed to Be

again, utterly speechless. “Isn’t it possible that there aren’t any real

still scary. And what

ones?”

read a novel where someone cultivated a third eye and could see

what

really their level

he’s

wonder these two are always

dialectical materialism? The essence of the world is material; the mind is merely a

primary ways we understand the world. All entities and concepts are compositions or expressions of matter. Matter determines consciousness, and consciousness is the physiological

Simply put, there are no such things

three cowards uttered hesitantly, “Got

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

tightened his grip

tried to free her arm but couldn’t, so she said helplessly, “Oliver, if you’re going

Jonathan, stop pulling on my sleeve

haunted house, and I might lose a

opening his eyes. “At a time like this, who cares about a piece of clothing? Once we get out, I’ll buy you

at him,

as if hearing the commotion, the

on the doll in the ghost’s hands, examining

“Are you really… Oliver?”

voice, altered by

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

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