The stretcher reached the woodlands, Zhe Xiu calmly lay upon it, his complexion pale and his body covered with blood, he couldn’t move nor speak, but he opened his eyes, seeming to be very tranquil.
A tearing sound could be heard and Xuan Yuan Po began to bandage him.
Chen Chang Sheng fed him medicine.
Luo Luo looked at him with complex feelings.
Tang Thirty-Six sighed and said: “Why make it such a bitter fight?”
Zhe Xiu looked at him with an expressionless face and replied: “Add money.”