"Nie Chong!"
In Yu Wenye's low exclamation, blood gushed uncontrollably from the wound on Nie Chong's chest, staining the ground beneath him a deep red, submerging him entirely in the crimson tide!
Shantong'er cried out, "Brother Nie!"
He finally snapped out of his daze, rushing forward to hold Nie Chong, but the movement only deepened the wound on Nie Chong's chest. Blood splattered onto Shantong'er's face, and his once clear and bright eyes turned blood red, as if everything and everyone before him had changed in color and become a different world.
Tears streamed down his face like broken strings, mixing with the blood and dripping onto Nie Chong's face.
Nie Chong's complexion was as pale as paper. Usually, his sharp ears heard nothing at this moment, only regaining a bit of consciousness upon feeling the hot liquid hit his face. He struggled to move his eyes to look at Shantong'er holding him, his pale lips moved, but it seemed he no longer had the strength to speak.
