Chapter 91: Volume 1 Chapter 91: Skin Thirst x Evil Ghost x Obsession (15)

Unlike his previous critical condition, his body is no longer frail and weak; he is not on his last breath.

Those legs, which ought to have been confined to a wheelchair, now walk and stand like those of a normal person.

Jiang Zhi asked in disbelief, "Young master… you're not dead?"

Lu Yiluo approached her, his tone calm: "Don't you want me to live?"

Alive? Jiang Zhi felt no trace of a living person's aura about him, no shadow beneath his feet, not even a hint of rise and fall in his chest—everything seemed eerie.

She seemed to have just realized it, averting her gaze from his, her voice mixed with nervous panic.

"I… I want to go home for a while," she said tentatively, afraid he might disagree.

Lu Yiluo looked at her dark eyes, which surged like dark clouds pressing over a city, and gazed at her face lightly, as if he could easily see through her heart.

"Are you afraid of me?" he said firmly.

Jiang Zhi unconsciously clenched her fingers; the sunlight falling on her from outside the window seemed to pass through the chill of a cold pool, and she involuntarily shivered.

"No… not." She had nowhere to hide, her panic impossible to conceal, lacking even the courage to meet his gaze.

Lu Yiluo let out a soft sigh, then immediately embraced her in his arms, holding her so tightly she could not struggle at all, exuding a terrifying dominance.

"Ah Yu, don't leave me." His thin, pallid chin pressed against her shoulder as he spoke each word deliberately: "Otherwise I don't know what I might do."

As soon as he spoke, he was the same old pervert.

In a corner where he couldn't see, Jiang Zhi smiled pleasantly, narrowing her eyes, and slowly pressed her body closer to his embrace, wanting more contact.

But the person before her gradually turned translucent.

He still cannot stay long under the sun.

"Wait for me." Lu Yiluo's kiss, light as a feather, brushed over her brow.

He vanished from before her eyes.

Jiang Zhi felt a bit annoyed; she had barely been comfortable for a moment when he disappeared.

"The Hatred Value of the villain Lu Yiluo is 62." 777 suddenly spoke.

As the system's voice fell, hurried footsteps sounded outside the door; with the door shoved open, Lu Zheng stumbled in, unsteady on his feet.

The moment he saw her, Lu Zheng disregarded his injuries and rushed forward to embrace her body.

"Jiang Yu!" His voice trembled hoarsely, mixed with lingering fear and barely perceptible panic.

Jiang Zhi had never seen him like this before; she froze for an instant, suppressing a strange feeling, and reached out to pat his back, only to hear him suck in a breath of cold air.

She quickly stepped out of his embrace, glanced behind him, and her pupils constricted slightly.

The man's back was stained dark red with blood; beneath his slightly open collar lay a snowy white bandage, like vines wrapped around his shoulder. The injury is surely more severe than it appears; otherwise, given his physique and temperament, he would not show weakness in front of outsiders.

"How did you get such a serious injury?" she exclaimed, panic-stricken, staring blankly at his wound.

Lu Zheng faced her, not giving her a chance to look further, and shook his head: "I'm fine..."

Before he could finish speaking, the man suddenly collapsed before her eyes.

…

In the luxurious ward of the hospital.

The secretary who had just finished paying the bill pushed the door open and, upon seeing the woman sitting beside the bed, felt a moment of realization.

The woman's ordinary casual clothes could not hide her beauty; she had a strikingly excessive visage, flawless to the point that no blemish could be found, surpassing even the entertainment industry's self-proclaimed top-tier goddesses by half; her aura arose naturally, making it impossible to look away.

Even Lu Zheng, who had followed him for over a decade and never approached women, fell for her—and it is not without reason.

But now, having fallen into a catastrophic world, even the most beautiful face struggles to survive.

"Miss Jiang." The secretary, holding lunch, placed it on the bedside table beside her and whispered, "Have something to eat."

Jiang Zhi's expression was dazed; she looked at the man on the bed, then after a moment turned and asked him, "Why did he sustain such a serious injury?"

Given Lu Zheng's influence and wealth, he should not have put himself in danger, let alone suffered such a severe injury.

The secretary wanted to speak but held back.

Jiang Zhi rose, left the ward ahead of him, and the secretary followed closely, walking into a secluded corridor.

"Speak."

The secretary hesitated for a long time before finally recounting the whole story in detail.

Yesterday, after her disappearance, Lu Zheng personally went to look for her. But for some reason, the thugs wielding cleavers, as if sensing something, came one after another to confront him, intending to kill him.

There were many of them; at that time, Lu Zheng was anxiously searching for her, momentarily let his guard down, and was struck by a thug's cleaver, brutally hacking his back. Had he not reacted in time to dodge the thug's follow‑up attacks, that cleaver would surely have severed his spine and split his body.

The secretary wanted to dissuade Mr. Lu, thinking it wasn't worth it for a woman.

Moreover, searching like a headless fly is utterly like looking for a needle in a haystack, wasting energy.

After hearing this, Jiang Zhi's face turned pale and drooped; her black hair fell over her brows and eyes, blending with the dim light.

"I understand, thank you."

The secretary glanced at her, realizing now was not the time to disturb her, quietly turned and left, leaving her alone.

After he left, Jiang Zhi lifted her face, found a corner chair, and sat down.

After nearly an hour, the secretary hurriedly found her and told her that Mr. Lu had regained consciousness.

Jiang Zhi lifted her hand and rubbed her eyes.

In the secretary's eyes, the woman was wiping away tears, moved and guilty toward Mr. Lu, secretly shedding tears.

This is good news; at least Mr. Lu is not the only one making sacrifices—the woman also likes him, so their feelings are mutual.

The secretary both relaxed and felt relieved.

Jiang Zhi did not know what he was thinking; she pinched her thigh flesh, barely regaining some composure.

Just now she had accidentally fallen asleep; she had only just been awakened and her mind was still not clear.

The secretary stood guard outside the ward; she stepped into the room and saw the man sitting, leaning against the headboard.

"Lu Zheng." She called softly.

Lu Zheng waved at her, then took her hand and pulled her to sit beside the bed, his dazed head resting on her shoulder, his voice somewhat weak.

"Where did you go?"

Jiang Zhi answered truthfully.

Lu Zheng gave an "uh" sound, his arm encircling her slender waist, tightening without a gap, casually asking: "Where did you go yesterday?"

Jiang Zhi, held by him, could barely breathe; the heat from her skin's thirst quickly spread through her body, stimulating yet pleasurable, she swallowed a soft moan, her breath fragmented: "Yes... Young master, my parents turned into monsters... they almost killed me... Young master saved me... brought me back to his bedroom."

The fragmented words fell beside his ear, yet Lu Zheng heard them clearly.

His brow furrowed deeper and deeper, covered with an icy chill like frost, his ink‑black pupils shrouded in thick darkness.

He had personally watched Lu Yiluo's corpse cremated; resurrection was impossible. That wasn't human...

Could it be a ghost?