Murong Jingyue could be considered a tyrant of his generation. Now that Song Qingshu possessed a method of directly controlling souls, he knew there was absolutely no way he could escape this time. No matter how many people came from outside, they could not save him. Rather than end up in the other party's hands, unable to live or die, he would rather end his own life swiftly.
Just as Song Qingshu was slightly distracted by the sudden arrival of the soldiers outside, Murong Jingyue suddenly gathered all his strength and gave a violent shake, resolutely severing his own meridians and dying!
In truth, if he could have lived, he would never have chosen death. But whether it was Song Qingshu, Zhao Min and Bing Xue'er beside him, or even Empress Xiao Guanyin, every one of them bore an irreconcilable grudge against him and would never spare him. Since death was inevitable, he might as well end himself cleanly.
He had originally wanted to drag Zhao Min down with him, but unfortunately, his entire body was restrained. Even finding the chance to summon enough strength to commit suicide had been difficult enough—how could he possibly have had the ability to take Zhao Min with him?
Sensing something wrong with Murong Jingyue, Song Qingshu turned around and was stunned to find that the man's life force had already been extinguished. Amid his shock, he could not help admiring the man's ruthlessness. Being ruthless toward others was nothing; being ruthless toward oneself was true ruthlessness.
"With Mongol's number one beauty buried alongside me, I haven't died for nothing, hahaha~~" Murong Jingyue finally regained the ability to speak. After laughing wantonly a few times, he breathed his last.
Song Qingshu pulled Zhao Min into his arms. "Are you all right?"
"I-I'm... fine..." Watching