"Bo-Bojing!!!"
Jia took two big leaps and banged on the wall. "Bojing! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
She heard no response from the other side. An unsettling silence owned the room. She tried to move and push the wall, but it refused to budge.
"Bojing!!!"
"Calm down," Mingshen waved his hand dismissively. "It's one of these horror house gimmicks. Obviously, he will be fine."
She glared at him. "Don't you know how scared he is already? Now on top of that, he just got pulled somewhere all alone. How will he handle it?"
With a jovial smile, he whistled. "He is my killing machine. He will always be the last person standing~"
"To him, ghosts are not the same as humans that he can punch and smack. I don't want him getting a heart attack."
He shrugged. "The most he would do is cry and cower in a corner. But he won't faint or die. He is my assistant after all~"