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

need

That’s actually an excuse.

breathe with these three

finished, they

no! Don’t go

if it cats

Two

possible that there aren’t any real

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

ones?”

a novel where someone cultivated

couldn’t believe what she

really their

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

wonder these two are always at

study dialectical materialism? The essence of the world is

and concepts are compositions or expressions of matter. Matter determines consciousness, and consciousness is

are no such things as ghosts. Ghosts are just figments of your imagination.

cowards uttered hesitantly, “Got it,

clinging to Milly’s arm, admitted honestly, “Ms. Milly, my brain knows there are no ghosts, but my eyes don’t believe it.

his grip on

if you’re going to hold on, don’t tear my sleeve!

you, Jonathan, stop pulling

house,

his eyes. “At a time like this, who cares about a piece of clothing? Once

at him,

hearing the commotion, the ghost actually

on the doll in the ghost’s hands, examining its shape

“Are you really… Oliver?”

altered by a voice

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

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