Old Lady Zhu's voice was heard before she was seen—a deep voice saying, "Who is this young woman? Why is she eating at our home."
"Is this... your mother??" I turned my head and saw Old Lady Zhu's figure and appearance, my gaze becoming focused.
Although the old lady walked steadily, her figure was exceptionally hunched, and her entire body was asymmetrical.
The muscles in her right leg had clearly atrophied severely, like an apple dried under the sun for two months.
There's not a trace of moisture; it must have already necrotized.
In such a condition, paralysis is inevitable. She can walk—truly seeing a ghost.
Old Lady Zhu felt offended, squinting her eyes at me maliciously.
Boss Zhu went to support his mother, helping her sit in a chair, "This is Celestial Master Su, Sect Master Lin's heir, an enlightened master."
An evil aura, a thick evil aura emanates from this old lady.
Although she's still breathing, she must have died some time ago.
