"What the hell?"
Two hours later, Lou Feng finally saw Ji Jue's ghostly appearance and jumped three feet high in fright: "What kind of ghost is this?"
"Ah ba, ah ba, ah ba, ah ba..."
At this moment, right in front of him, Ji Jue on the wheelchair showed no reaction.
His mouth was askew, drooling, body convulsing in spasms, and his two hands curled up on his chest were twitching, clumsily gesturing 'six'.
Lou Feng was both annoyed and amused.
This damn thing has gotten addicted to extorting people, huh?
Keep acting!
Just keep acting!
See if I believe you!
Unfortunately, Ji Jue still showed no reaction, no matter how much Lou Feng ridiculed and taunted, he continued to smile foolishly, drool, his gaze vacant, and unfocused.
[No need to worry, although you don't seem to be; for now, it's just that his brain is temporarily fried.]
