When Tristan Xuan saw his calm expression at first, she thought it was okay and followed Sebastian Sheng a few steps hesitantly. Before she could decide whether to save the deteriorating relationship between the two first or ask about serious matters first, she saw that he didn't care. He knelt down without warning.
"Hey you..."
"Don't touch," Sebastian Sheng's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his breath was trembling, but he blocked his hand, "There's...cough, there's blood."
Tristan Xuan choked and immediately remembered the unfortunate things this old ghost had done before. The fingers that had touched his shoulders retracted into his sleeves, turned around and shouted: "Old Wang, come here and help me!"
But before he could finish his words, Sebastian Sheng completely lost his instinct and fell on his hand.
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