As he spoke, not only scarlet blood came out of his mouth.

Jiang Dashan, the elder gentleman, not only shed tears at this moment, but firmly grasped the hand of the smiling Buddha: "No, no, impossible..."

"Lord Buddha, you won't die, you certainly won't..."

But what about the smiling Buddha? Suddenly a helpless smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth again, dyeing the clothes in front of him red.

"Dashan... I... I... I really can't..."

"But before I die... I hope... I hope you can convey a word to me... Give... Give... Our son."

"I... I... I... " After...