"Sounds like this script could be pretty fun. What do you think, Joshua? Why are you suddenly gripping my hand so tightly?"
It wasn't just Luther's hand. Joshua was also holding Henry's wrist in a death grip.
He stared at the signboard in front of them, decorated in a dark, eerie style. A dried skeleton hung overhead. There were even prop organs, all kinds of intestines dangling everywhere, dripping with fake blood.
This was even more disgusting than when he was filming!
Henry gently patted the back of Joshua's hand. Luther, standing off to the side, couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Joshua, are you scared of ghosts? Hahaha."
Joshua couldn't help looking at him, his entire face scrunching up into a miserable mess. Luther immediately puffed out his chest and guaranteed, "It's just this little stuff. What's there to be afraid of? Joshua, don't worry. I'll protect you."
