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Chapter 5271: 5.1023 A Dying Person

Mu Jingfeng suddenly began to cry. His body was already strangely mutated, appearing half-human, half-ghost.

Now, only wailing could be heard, yet no tears could be squeezed from his black, sunken eye sockets.

This crying indeed looked rather eerie.

Qiao Mu glanced at the thing on the ground, which was neither human nor ghost, her eyes coldly sweeping over it.

The four elders, however, showed some reluctance. They sighed and asked, "Jingfeng, do you have something to say?"

"A dying person's words are often good. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Qiao Mu sneered inwardly, the coldness in her eyes undiminished, mixed with a hint of faint mockery.

These people are quite amusing, each radiating saintly light. An outsider wouldn't know better, thinking they were monks from a temple, bound to be compassionate.

The man has already been beaten to this state, so stop pretending, okay?

They were already mortal enemies, with an irreconcilable grudge.

And they still have to say something before dying, to make a reconciliation or something. In Qiao Mu's view, it was truly a bit mawkish and disgusting.

If contradictions couldn't be resolved in life, could one truly realize their mistake and turn back at the moment of death, truly experience a final burst of vitality and soften their heart?

Please, don't joke.

Those are just things written carelessly in those popular storybooks.

In reality, it's impossible.

"Thump, thump, thump!" Mu Jingfeng pounded the ground repeatedly, letting out guttural roars.

Qiao Mu turned to leave, but Mu Jingfeng pounded even more frantically.

An elder with a dark complexion immediately blocked Qiao Mu, his expression slightly complex. "Family Head, please just listen to what he has to say."

This little family head's heart is truly resolute and fierce when it hardens.

Mu Jingfeng is about to die, yet there's not a trace of softness in her eyes.

Then, he thought again, Mu Jingfeng indeed showed no father-daughter affection towards her, so it's no wonder...

The elder sighed, earnestly persuading, "Jingfeng is almost gone. It wouldn't hurt for the Family Head to listen to what he says."

"It's all nonsense, what's there to listen to?" Qiao Mu said coldly, glancing at the elder. "Put away your minds full of saintly illumination. Don't try to stage some scene of deep father-daughter affection in his final moments for me. These things, these charades, you won't see them."

Feng Chen chuckled, leaning against the iron bars and laughing. "Oh dear, our Qiao Qiao is getting angry. Why don't you all quickly move aside? Don't block the way."

"Old Master."

"Old Master."

Qiao Mu didn't need to turn around to hear a rush of footsteps.

Old Master Mu, accompanied by Mu Jingyang, Mu Woods, and others, quickly walked in.

Upon seeing Mu Jingfeng's condition, everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

Mu Jingfeng pounded the ground with all his might, again and again, as if heavily striking everyone's hearts.

Mu Woods stood at the back of the crowd, carefully glancing at the little Crown Princess's cold expression, his heart sinking slightly.

The little poker face's complexion looked very bad, seemingly on the verge of an outburst.

At a time like this, it was best not to provoke her. If she went crazy and threw a tantrum, the entire family might suffer...

"Roar, roar," Mu Jingfeng struggled to gasp for air, dragging his withered claw-like hands, and laboriously turned his head to glare at Qiao Mu.

"What's wrong with him?" Mu Jingyang stamped his foot in anger. "How did he turn into such a ghastly sight?"

Mu Jingyuan said calmly, "After taking some kind of elixir from Heavenly Fate, it should be a failed bodily transformation."