The battle inside the room was indeed, just as the Sword Fanatic had said, a slaughter; all three men had been killed by the ghost.
But the ghost himself had exhausted all his strength. More than a dozen bloody holes in his body bled incessantly, and he lay in a pool of his own gore, gasping violently. The three corpses, their skulls shattered, lay in the same pool, unable to move a muscle.
"Damn it! Damn it all! Who the hell stabbed me in the back?"
Chapter 933