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Chapter 5272: 5.1024 Won't Forgive You

"How could Eldest Brother be so confused?" Mu Jingyang and Mu Jinglao both sighed deeply.

Seventh Uncle Mu Jingrui also remained calm. He shook his head, took out a wooden box, opened it, and retrieved a life tablet. "Eldest Brother's life lamp has completely shattered. Logically speaking, he should already be dead."

Mu Woods exclaimed, "No way? Then Eldest Uncle now, now he, he isn't?"

Corpse puppet? Two words surfaced in everyone's minds.

Mu Jingrui tossed the box into the iron cage, sighing, "Eldest Brother was so foolish."

Mu Jingfeng suddenly lunged forward, but he was stopped by the iron bars.

He squeezed between the bars, his distorted face pressed tightly against the iron pillar, his two eyeballs barely moving, just staring obliquely at Qiao Mu.

"I, take me... me, with, with your, mother... bury us... together." Mu Jingfeng lunged forward, staring at Qiao Mu, seemingly only to painstakingly utter this sentence.

This startled everyone, who looked at him in surprise.

Can a corpse puppet still be conscious?

What did this mean? It meant Heavenly Fate's methods might have completely upgraded.

In the future, would the corpse puppets they created still retain the will of the living, or... would they all possess thought?

If that were the case, they would become even harder to deal with.

A corpse puppet's body, impervious to blades and swords, combined with a thinking mind—could it possibly contend with the world of cultivators?

Qiao Mu stared at him with cold eyes. In those eyes, which saw only withered bones and no human form, Mu Jingfeng's incomplete, mutated body was clearly reflected.

Everyone saw that Mu Jingfeng, as a corpse puppet, actually... shuddered in a very human way.

When they saw the cold, indefinable light of destruction in the little family head's eyes, they all felt a slight chill at their core.

Too cold!

The little family head's eyes were so merciless, it was truly chilling.

"You don't deserve it," she coldly uttered these three words, each one like a heavy hammer, striking fiercely at the heart of everyone present.

Poor Mu Jingfeng had no eyelids left at this point; otherwise, his eyelids would probably have trembled.

At this moment, even his two black, bean-like eyes couldn't move; they just stared sluggishly at Qiao Mu.

"Mu Jingfeng, until the end of your life, I, and my mother, will never forgive you for all eternity."

"You don't deserve to be buried with her. Look at yourself, this withered skeleton, this disgusting, mangled body. How dare you defile her eyes?"

"Even at the brink of death, don't pretend to be sincere. You never trusted her, nor did you love her. From head to toe, including every strand of your hair, nothing about you was worthy of her. You! In this life and all lives to come, you will never have the chance to see her one last time!"

The little poker face's extraordinarily venomous words completely shattered the souls of everyone present.

The elders all looked at her with shocked eyes.

Old Family Head Mu Cang's hand, gripping his cane, trembled slightly.

They were at a loss for words to describe the shock in their hearts at that moment.

The little poker face's decisive, ruthless, and starkly cold demeanor almost suffocated everyone.

The Old Master looked back again, only to see that Mu Jingfeng had stopped twitching. He hung quietly on the iron pillar, his dark eyes staring fixedly in the direction where the little poker face had turned and left.

"Jingfeng," the Old Master said, tears streaming down his face as he clutched his cane.

This was his own son, raised by his side, nurtured from childhood. Now, a white-haired man sending off a black-haired one, it was always mournful.