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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,

need to find a way to lock her back

That’s actually an excuse.

three clinging to

as she finished, they gave

go near it!

if it cats you? Ghosts eat

128 Aren’t These Two Supposed to Be

“Isn’t it possible that there aren’t any real ghosts, and this

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

ones?”

in, “Yeah! I read a novel where someone cultivated a third eye

believe what

really their level of

since he’s

are always

The essence of the world is material;

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

put, there are no

three cowards uttered hesitantly, “Got

my brain knows there are no ghosts, but my

tightened his grip on

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

pulling on

trip to the haunted house, and I might lose

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

looked at

if hearing the commotion, the

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

“Are you really… Oliver?”

voice, altered by a voice changer,

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