Chapter 5: The Prince is Dead!

anged the "Ye" on the sword's blade to "Hua," the blade itself remained unchanged. 。At first glance, many people recognized the origin of this sword.Feeling the strange looks from those around her, Na...This woman didn't even disdain him.

After a brief moment of surprise, Nangong Ye's eyes once again became dim and cold, ignoring Qingxuan's presence completely.

If he could still speak, he would certainly tell her to get lost.

However, heaven would have him die in the most undignified way possible.

He had not a single good piece of flesh on his entire body, even the festering wounds were crawling with white maggots. There was no choice but to take his own life, even in death he could only go silently.

He's not giving up!

But all he could do was take this unwillingness into the coffin...

Nan Gong Ye's vision gradually blurred, the delicate features of the woman before him melting into a crimson smear, swallowed instantly by darkness.

Hearing Nangong Ye's faint breaths suddenly disappear, Qing Xuan secretly thought something was wrong!

Qingsuan had just met Nangong Ye. Could it be that Nangong Ye had just breathed his last, dying of resentment

Although she had the window open, luckily there was no one else in Nangong Ye's courtyard.

There can be no more delay, otherwise today she will be a bride one moment and a widow the next.

Qingxuan immediately opened the bracelet space, taking Nangong Ye into the space. She put him on a respirator and then immediately injected him with nano-super-effective adrenaline.

Time ticked by, but the machine monitoring Namgung Yeop's heartbeat issued an alarm. The next second, Namgung Yeop's heart rate on the monitor became a straight line.

The system's scan quickly gave the results. Nangong Ye is in shock now because there is a large amount of neurotoxin in his body, and his spinal bone has fractured, meaning he is paraplegic.

Whether Nangong Ye can regain consciousness after being put on a ventilator primarily depends on his will to survive.

"Nan Gong Ye, you can't die!"

Qing Xuan once again drew out a nanometer super-effective adrenaline injection and injected it into Nangong Ye's carotid artery. She then picked up the electrocution device and pressed down hard on Nangong Ye's bloody and mangled chest.

At the moment of the electric shock, the maggots writhing on Namgung Yeop's chest let out a "crackling" sound.

What did Nangong Ye go through to become like this, neither human nor ghost

But now she had no time to think about it.

Qingxuan frowned and looked at the man whose flesh was blurred with blood, calling his name over and over again.

"Nan Gong Ye, you still let those who hurt you pay the price, how can you be willing to die like this!"

"Nan Gong Ye, are you afraid now! You were once the unrivaled War God, but now you've become a laughingstock!"

"Are you content to just die like this, pathetically"

Nangong Ye felt as if he had just woken from a dream. In his dream, his whole body was covered in blood, and he took light steps towards a stone bridge. On the bridge pillars, it read "Nai He Bridge". In the past six months, he had never felt so light. At this moment, he broke free from the confinement of his bed, unable to move and losing all dignity.

Alas, on the opposite bank of the bridge, there bloomed flowers like flames—the other shore flowers. They swayed in the wind, as if beckoning him or silently guiding him.

Come on, cross this bridge, and you'll be reborn!

This is exactly what he wanted.

Nangong Ye strode forward, stepping onto the Bridge of No Return.

With every step he took towards the opposite bank, his body grew lighter and his heart emptier.

All that has passed seems to be fading away gradually.

Just as he was about to step off the bridge and into that sea of fiery red, a woman's voice seemed to echo from afar.

The woman's voice sounded angry.

"Nan Gong Ye, you still let those who harmed you pay the price, how can you bear to just die like this!"

"Nan Gong Ye, are you afraid now! You were once an invincible war god, but now you've become a laughingstock!"

Just as he was about to walk down the Bridge of Forgetfulness, he almost forgot that he had once been the mighty war god Nangong Ye.

He paused.

His hands, hanging by his side, were clenched into fists. He was no longer even human, just a piece of "flesh and blood" lying in bed. Death, perhaps, was his only salvation.

However, as he continued to walk forward, that voice sounded again.

"Are you willing to die so pathetically"

"You'll die such a pathetic death that those who have hurt and schemed against you will laugh hysterically at your grave, not even sparing your corpse."

Believe me, as long as you keep living, I will definitely cure your illness and help you get revenge on those who have hurt you! Not one will be spared!c. They often went out under the guise of "appreciating nature and cultivating Buddhism," but in reality, they went to the secluded courtyard to enjoy themselves freely. 。Tang Muqin's mind wasn't as...