"It's just a pity, I don't have a son as old as you. Stop calling me that. I'm not even married yet," 'Alex' said.

Zach was stunned. He looked up abruptly, not crying anymore.

The haunted house was very dark, and only a vague silhouette could be made out.

The skin was full of wrinkles, and those rough eyebrows made it look like his father.

However, how could there be ghosts in the world?

Ghosts only existed in the heart!

Zach hurriedly got up. "You… Who are you?!"

He lost all of his earlier fear as he stared right at the 'ghost' in front of him. His expression was pale.

Zach was no idiot. He realized what he had said and done earlier.

He had revealed the truth behind his father's death!

"Guess who I am? You kept calling me dad earlier. It felt so intimate," that person said.

Zach reached out and grabbed a wig.

"Who are you?! You tricked me into saying all that earlier… What are your intentions?! Everything I said earlier was fake! It was all false!" Zach said.

"Hahaha, yo