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.

had gained a daughter, a brother, and

need to find a way

That’s actually an excuse.

three

as soon as she finished, they

Don’t go near it!

it cats you?

Two Supposed to Be

that there aren’t any real ghosts, and this

still scary. And what if a real ghost sneaks

ones?”

someone cultivated a third eye

what she was

really their

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

are always at

you ever study dialectical materialism? The essence of the world is material; the mind is

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

in summary: Matter is the only entity that truly exists. Simply put, there are no such

uttered hesitantly, “Got

knows there are no ghosts, but my eyes

his grip

but couldn’t, so she said helplessly, “Oliver, if you’re going to hold on, don’t tear

pulling on my

haunted house,

sniffled, still not opening his eyes. “At a time like this, who cares about a piece

at

the

on the doll in the

“Are you really… Oliver?”

ghost’s voice, altered by a voice changer,

almost collapsing to the floor. “Oh. sh*t I’m

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