At the moment, Tang Xiaolong's blood seems to have dried up, and his face is pale. Though supported by ghost servants, they are unable to go any further. He fell to the ground.

"I... No... Okay..." Just listen to a word from Tang Xiaolong's mouth difficult to say.

His lips had begun to tremble slightly, and the light in his eyes seemed to close at any moment. The whole body's blood had dyed the ground red.

"Xiaolong, stick to..."

"You must hold on to it for me." The ghost servant said, clutching Tang Xiaolong's bloody skirt tightly.

But there Tang Xiaolong, with his weak eyes open, looked at the ghost...