Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Living Ghost Paints His Skin

"Ah, really? But I remember saying to the right. Did I say it wrong, or did you hear it wrong? Judy opened her eyes in surprise, then patted her head and said calmly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I must have said something wrong, and you took the wrong path, and you were almost scared." ”

She said this, how could Lu Xiaofan be embarrassed to bite the bullet? It was clear that no matter what, it was up to them to take the blame, but it made her stingy. Moreover, it was not true that she had heard it wrong, and there was no recording at the time, and there was no written record. Besides, she was scared that it was a sudden power outage caused by a thunderstorm and had nothing to do with anyone else.

Thinking good-naturedly, Judy grabbed her arm and walked towards the restaurant.

The old money on the other side has already left the door of the big house. However, instead of going back to the two servants' rooms built by the pool, he quietly went to the function room behind the main house, and expertly unlocked the door with a single wire in three or two clicks.

In this function room, the main controllers of water, electricity, gas, air conditioning, and heating are all there. He stood at the distribution box and checked it, revealing a clear expression, "Sure enough, it was a man-made power outage, and it wasn't about thunderstorms." He looked at the switch and muttered to himself, and then lightly restored the place he had moved to its original state, and then retreated the way he came.

Of course, Lu Xiaofan didn't know about this. She followed Judy through a porch room with two doors, the front and back, and finally reached the dining room.

Unsurprisingly, Ji's dining room is the same as the exaggerated scenes in the movie: exquisite tableware, resplendent decorations, huge and intricate crystal chandeliers, and a table long enough to run horses. If you are a little short-sighted, and the light is not good, the person sitting at one end of the table will not even be able to see the person on the other end.

But Lu Xiaofan's eyesight is very good, so when Judy opened the double-opened, black-purple walnut wood door inlaid with light gold carved rose handles, she was first shocked by the Ji family's hollow, gorgeous and cold aristocratic style, and then saw the old man of the Ji family, Ji Weizhi.

In an instant, she had to work very hard to restrain herself so that she didn't lose her temper because of fright. didn't cover his mouth, or just screamed rudely.

Is that a living person?

The skin and bones are no longer enough to describe, it can only be said that the stunned skeleton is covered with a layer of wrinkled, thin skin. If it weren't for the clothes on his body, the very slow-flowing blood in his veins and the faint ups and downs of his internal organs. will be faint with the breath.

On the contrary, he should have been as tall as his son when he was young, so he used to have two protrusions on his broad shoulders, which made him even more skinny.

His head was tilted weakly to the side, and he was covered in strange medical bags and tubes. Coupled with the very unhealthy rust color on the skin, the first adjective that flashed in Lu Xiaofan's mind was: living ghost.

The second adjective is: painted skin.

If it weren't for the fact that his dark eyes were moving, and he was looking at it, Lu Xiaofan couldn't even be sure if he was a dried corpse.

"Mr. Ji is not in a good state, it will be surprising." Judy whispered in an empathetic voice, and gently pushed Lu Xiaofan's elbow again, "Anyway, come forward and say hello, right?" ”

Lu Xiaofan tried to calm his heartbeat, which was almost stopped due to the blood infusion, and walked forward.

It's just an old man who has been suffering from illness for a long time, how can he judge people by their appearance? This is too superficial! What's more, the other party is an elder. It's too rude for her to do that.

Lu Xiaofan kept condemning herself, and then thinking about her grandmother's thin body and gray face before she died, her body was as thin as wood, and her heart quickly softened.

"Uncle Ji, hello." She stood upright, half-bent down in a proper manner.

Ji Weizhi didn't speak, and his silent gaze quickly turned around her.

That gaze was like substance, critical and hostile, like a cold wind, which made Lu Xiaofan immediately understand: she was not welcome or liked.

Previously. She is mentally prepared, knowing that it is difficult for wealthy families to get along, and she also knows that the relationship between Ji's father and son is tense, so it is normal to be a civilian woman who hates her son when Lao Tzu is. So. She didn't feel much of a failure, but she was a little overwhelmed after all, and her clasped hands were gently wrung together.

"Be generous, don't embarrass Ji Zhaojun!" She said to herself in her heart, trying to show that she was neither humble nor arrogant, but also down-to-earth and generous.

Since the other party was silent, she kept her graceful silence.

However. She heard a soft "huh", like a breath of air squeezed out of her throat, and like a soft grunt from her nostrils. It's so hard, and it's so abrupt.

She didn't understand what Ji Weizhi meant at all, and subconsciously glanced up at Judy. After all, it is rude to look directly at the elders. Many young people in modern times don't pay attention to these things, but her family respects traditional culture, and her grandmother has been strict with her since she was a child.

"Mr. Ji means to let you sit down first." Judy smiled and personally moved the chair for Lu Xiaofan.

"He ...... old man" Taking advantage of the vacancy on his side, Lu Xiaofan asked in a very low voice.

No matter how sluggish he is, he can already see that Ji Weizhi is very wrong.

Judy nodded, "Mr. Ji's physical functions have deteriorated so badly, the muscles of his whole body have atrophied, he can't move, and it's difficult to even swallow. Moreover, he has some problems with the cranial nerves that control his thinking and language functions, so he can't speak. ”

I can't move, I can't speak, my brain is confused, I can only barely breathe...... Oh my God, isn't this the living dead? It's only slightly stronger than a vegetative person.

In the end, how sick is this!

Lu Xiaofan has been taking care of the seriously ill elderly since he was five years old, so he can empathize with him. When she looked at Ji Wei again, the pity from her heart softened her gaze.

However, I don't know if it's an illusion, she felt that Ji Weizhi's gaze staring at her was originally very unkind, but she was suddenly stunned for a moment because of her sympathy. Soon, the sense of indifference and emptiness peculiar to people who have been afflicted by illness for a long time is restored.

Could it be that he knew in his heart that even his intellect was affected, as he said?

"This damn rain." Judy sat down across from her and said, "I wanted to entertain you well, and I specially invited a senior chef." However, they came in the morning to make preparations and make semi-finished products, but the heavy rain stopped the mountain. Sorry, it's only cold food right now. But in the future, it's your own person, you shouldn't mind, right? ”

Lu Xiaofan looked down.

Exquisite western meal, beautifully presented, but really no hot dishes. But for her, it's not a problem at all.

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The second is more served.

Although the title of this chapter is terrifying, it is actually not scary, it is to describe Ji Weizhi's physical state.

Thank you. (To be continued.) )